Allen stared in horror at the ground, ash covered, little flames kindling on the sand (or whatever the ground is made of). His breathes came in shallow, quick gasps. He did not want to be a gladiator. Don't choose me don't choose me don't choose me Don't choose me don't choose me don't choose me. He thought, petrified. in his little cell, in which he had to crouch to fit in, was a single branch with several leaves dangling off of it. One, two, three, four, five, six. Thanks for keeping us fed. he thought scornfully, counting the leaves on his branch. He flinched as a guard walked in the room to choose the gladiator. Allan gulped.
Darkened Jumper, or, her real name, being Darkened Eclipse, glared at the guard, crouched in her cell. If I get out there, and they say Darkened Jumper, I swear I will stitch on some wings, fly up there, and stab him in the face. she thought, thinking scornfully about her competition name.
OOC~ Probably should've mentioned her real name's Darkened Eclipse. :I