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    Username: LuckyExperiment13
    Name: Lucky
    Gender: Male
    Age: 20
    Appearance:
    Personality: Lucky is Insane as all hell, he hasn't completely lost control but he is close, very hyperactive and can never hold still, thinks he is invincible when in all reality he is not. Surprisingly sophisticated for someone who was experimented on and driven beyond insanity
    History:When the war started and the bombs began dropping Lucky was caught in the initial blasts, after the bombings stopped he was found without a left arm and only had half of his right leg. What was left of the government took him in, made mechanical replacements and began heavy experimentation. Over time his body became accustomed to the sedatives, they wore off earlier than predicted and he woke up in a test tube. Striving for freedom he broke out and escaped the lab. Once he was out he ran into Lindsay and Chandler and has been surviving with them ever since.
    Purpose:Neutral, He is only surviving, an will only really do anything if it benefits him.
    Mutations?: Enhanced strength, enhanced healing factor, and can manipulate the chemical makeup of anything he touches.
    Other:


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    Name: Lindsay Pantera
    Gender: Female
    Age: 21
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    Personality: Very down to earth, reasonable, level headed, usually really difficult to piss her off....unless you're Lucky.
    History: Will be revealed throughout RP
    Purpose:Good, she believes that no matter what happens you should always cling to your humanity.
    Mutations?: She can create and manipulate fire.
    Other: Can't stand Lucky....at all


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    Name: Chandler Pantera
    Gender: Male
    Age: 27
    Appearance:
    Personality: Calm and Collected, Extremely lazy, literally will not lift a finger unless he or his sister are in grave danger...and even then its a maybe. Always happy to put Lucky in his place for the sake of his sister's sanity.
    History:Not much to tell, didn't give a sh*t then and now that he has super powers he super doesn't give a sh*t
    Purpose:Neutral, waaaaay too lazy to pick a side where ever his sister goes he goes.
    Mutations?: Heightened senses (including reflexes), super speed, and (if he decides he isn't too lazy) he can manipulate earth and minerals (kinda like earthbenders in Avatar.)
    Other: If there isn't a cigarette in his mouth, he's probably dead

    Lucky stood atop an old skyscraper, he enjoyed the view considering most skyscrapers weren't even standing anymore, not that there was much to see, desolation as far as the eye could see. All greenery in the area had pretty much died off. Lucky crouched surveying the area for danger as he took his robotic artificial hand and ran it up his neck until he found a small computer chip embedded in his skin. The chip was labeled with a roman numeral, XIII. That was his number, he was lucky experiment number 13 the only successful prototype of unstoppable super soldiers.
    Lucky could only smirk as he had flashbacks of his escape, memories of bathing in blood and feeling of bones snapping in his hands, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the blood lust, the vengeance. Lucky let out a maniacal cackle until his moment was ruined but sounds of gunfire, explosions, and screams of dying men. Lucky turned around to see a rather interesting battle scene. There were three potentially four squads of professionally trained military soldiers, against two perfectly normal looking humans, one, a female of the likes Lucky had never seen, Her natural red hair flowing like the the very flames she shot out of her hands, her eyes were blue and calm like the oceans used to be, still very human yet a mutant. The other, a male, tall, dark hazelnut hair with a half smoked cigarette in his mouth. His agility and strength seemed to be unequaled with the exception of Lucky who thought he could easily take the man down. However the soldiers had them pinned, they were in a rough situation.
    Lucky grinned, "Always obliged to filet me up some government pigs." Lucky mumbled as he jumped down from the roof the twelve story structure. He landed and charged and showed up in the heat of battle rather quickly as he ran up and jumped and took out two soldiers with a double roundhouse to their heads, "Hiya ladies, did ya miss me, Experiment 13 here with breaking news, four military squads were found smeared across the streets of the city, eyewitnesses said nothing because there were no survivors" Lucky began laughing as the slaughter begun, he ran up to one of the vehicles with a turret on it and punched a hole through the gunner's chest. he then tore the giant gun off of the vehicle and use his powers to change it to a minigun, "Today's forecast cloudy with a chance of it raining human debris." Lucky smirked has he began to fire nonstop, "All around the baaatlefield the Lucky killed the soldiers, Lucky thought it'd be a f*ck load of fun," Lucky stopped to let out a an overly dramatic death cry, "went the soldiers."


    Lindsay peeked over the car as she saw a rather nicely dressed blonde man charge carelessly into the battlefield shocked that as the man got shot his wounds closed up instantaneously. Lindsay turned to her brother who was two brick walls over, "Who the hell is this guy?" She yelled over. Her brother simply shrugged, "We should be careful, after the soldiers are dead he may be trouble." she called out. Her brother nodded.
    Lindsay charged up two fireballs, one in each hand, and charged out into the field. She ran up the hood of a car and jumped up in the air. Putting her hands together she combined the two fireballs into a giant one and she shot it at the ground creating a huge explosion taking out at least four soldiers. She ran up behind the stranger with the minigun and covered his backside with a shield of fire so hot any bullets that passed through melted instantly. "Talk about turning up the heat" the blonde man said smirking as Lindsay realized the heat of the shield was charring his back. She thought about taking the shield down but realized his back was healing just as quickly as it was melting.
    She decided to hold her ground with the shield as she watched her brother charge into the battlefield.


    As Chandler ran out he spat out the butt of his old cigarette and put a new one in his mouth he ran up the hood of the car and flipped over his sisters heat shield lighting his cigarette on the shield along the way. As he landed he checked his face that now felt one hundred degrees hotter and checked for burns, he was in the clear he turned to his sister and gave her a thumbs up as she smiled and shook her head.
    Chandler ran around to the front of the vehicle and began taking out anyone that tried to sneak up on the strange blonde guy. Three men charged toward Chandler each which looked like an electrified police baton. The first swung and missed as Chandler kicked the baton out of his hands. As he caught it he came down with it directly onto the back of the soldiers neck. The second swung and Chandler blocked his opponents baton with his. The third then tried blind siding Chandler by stabbing him from behind, but Chandler slid over ever so slightly so the third soldier tazed the second one. Chandler took the second soldiers baton and jokingly yelled, "CLEAR!" as he took both electrified batons and shoved them through the third soldiers chest.
    The final soldier fell with a solid plop onto the ground. Chandler blew smoke out of his nose and dropped the batons. His sister brought down the shield and sighed in exhaustion. And the blonde guy only cheered and said, "Damn we make one hell of a team!" Chandler jumped up with a quickness swept Lucky off of his feet. Lucky fell to the ground with a loud thud, "Come on can't we talk this o--" Lucky's sentence was disrupted by Chandler's foot on his throat. Lindsay lit up her hands and aimed them toward Lucky, "Alright who the hell are you and why charge in to help us?"


    Nickname: Lucky
    Name: Crixus Laird Klydeson
    Age: 19
    Gender: Male
    Appearance:
    Personality: Crixus is on extreme levels of skepticism, He is always running around debunking rumors that spread around the school, He never believes it until he sees it and even then he is sometimes in denial. He is a goodhearted guy willing to do anything to protect the ones he loves, and english is a second language for him the first is sarcasm.
    Best Trait: Willing to protect friends and family from anything
    Worst Trait: Smokes 24/7 if he doesn't have a cigarette in his mouth he is probably dead.
    Fears: Losing his sister Luna, failing to protect friends and family, heights, large quantities of bugs, and his abusive step father.
    Relationships: Open
    Why you're at the club: Vice President of Club
    Crush: Open
    Other: N/A


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    Nickname: Luna
    Name: Luna-Anne Mae Klydeson
    Age:17
    Gender: Female
    Appearance:
    Personality: She is the optimist in the family, very hyperactive, can't hold still for more than 5 seconds, always looking for adventure, always nagging her brother to stop smoking, and all around a very happy person considering her health issue
    Best Trait: Always smiling
    Worst Trait: She's not quiet much
    Fears: Her brother dying of cancer, snakes, the dark, Her step father, and a bad hair day
    Relationships: Open (but watch out her brother is extremely protective)
    Why you're at the club: Giving Crixus a ride home
    Crush: Open
    Other: N/A

    Name: Jackson "Jax" Hyde
    Age: 21
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Jax is Caucasian with Jet black hair and green eyes, his hair is cut fairly short however, long enough to spike he bangs. he wears a leather jacket with a tight black v neck underneath that shows of his very athletic and toned body. he has 2 diamond studs on his left ear and one on his right. and a small gold hoop pierced on his eyebrow. On his right Bicep he has a tattoo that reads "Brothers" in Japanese, a matching tattoo he once shared with his recently deceased brother, and another tattoo on his left calf of an anchor with a banner that reads "RIP Kelly and Blane" with their dates of birth and dates of death.
    Personality: Jax is a good listener and loves helping people with their problems, he always seems to be smiling even when something is wrong and doesn't like to show weakness. He knows first hand what its like to have a bad childhood and an even crappier adulthood, so he gives the kids of Edgewood pep talks here and their to make sure they are on the right path, although he is just a bartender he seems to be everyones favorite therapist.
    Occupation: Bartender at Barry's
    Family: one sister
    Relationships: Extremely pregnant fiancee
    Crush?: loves the crap out of his fiancee
    Current Housing: Living in a cheap apartment off of Oak Road
    Pets: None
    Open Position(s): fiancee who is just about to give birth any day now, and Sister who is slightly younger
    Other:


    I probably will make one or two more characters but not right now, my muse meter is running low


    Name: Markus G. Silver
    Age: 24
    Gender: Male
    Appearance:
    Personality: Markus is a very quiet man clouded in mystery, he just moved to town and the only thing anyone currently knows about him is what he conveys through his music. He loves his fans however he doesn't say much, just smiles, shakes hands, signs CDs, etc. Also a workaholic, he never stops writing music.
    Occupation: Musical Entertainer at Barry's
    Family: None
    Relationships: Open
    Crush?: Open
    Current Housing: Small 2 bedroom house on Rook St.
    Pets: N/A
    Open Position(s): N/A
    Other: Tragic death of 3 year old daughter has made him develop a serious drinking problem.


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    Name: Lyra K.
    Age: 17
    Gender: Female
    Appearance:
    Personality: Although homeless, Lyra is very cheerful, always hopeful. If you look in the dictionary for the word optimism there is a picture of Lyra. She is also very innocent and loves to have conversations an fun with anyone who invites her. She is a very happy-go-lucky girl, and nothing dampens her spirits.
    Occupation: None, she lives on the streets. She is trying though
    Family: None
    Relationships: Open
    Crush?: Open
    Current Housing: Lives in a small box fort off of Plymouth Drive near the apartments.
    Pets: A mouse who has nested in a corner of her fort, she calls him Mr. Squeaks
    Open Position(s):N/A
    Other:N/A

    Jax had just gotten to the bar and clocked in to start his shift, "Hey Barry" Jax called out as he began taking orders. "Hey what can i get ya?" "Hello welcome to Barry's what can i do for you?" "Hey there how can i help ya?" Jax had these questions down, said them so much daily it was like he memorized a script for a movie. He turned to the shelves and began making magaritas, martinis, neat whiskies, rum and cokes, shot of jack, any drink you could think of Jax could masterfully make it for you, along with doing cool bartending tricks to keep the customers entertained. He turned to a man slightly older than him, "Hey you're that new musical entertainer that Barry hired right? What can i get ya? its on the house."


    "Yeah, Markus." He said sticking out his fist for a fist bump, "Jax" Jax replied completing the fist bump. "Scotch on the rocks." Markus said in response to Jax's offer. Jax nodded, "you got it." As Jax turned away to get Markus his drink, Markus began looking around the crowd, at the audience he would be playing in front of in a matter of minutes. Jax slid the glass towards Markus and Markus grabbed it, "Thanks man..." Markus said quietly. Jax nodded. Markus then turned to look outside where he saw a young red head in ratted out clothes and raggedy red hair, with patches of dirt scattered all across her face. "Didn't think this town was big enough to have hobos crawlin' around." Markus said to Jax. "Hey easy now, her name is Lyra she is a sweet girl, undeserving of titles like hobo..." Jax explained rather frustrated. "Sorry man, i didn't mean it like that..." Markus muttered.


    Lyra stood across the street from the bar, she had noticed Jax and another man looking over and discussing something. However she shrugged it off and and continued her business, "Excuse me do you have a few cents to spare so a hopeful, adorable, redheaded girl can get some grub?" a man dropped a couple of quarters into her can, "Thank you sir! have a fantastic night!" she called out. She adjusted her rather comical sign that read, "All proceeds go to the Feed A Ginger Foundation" She smirked the smiled at the next bystander, "Hello Ma'am would you like to make a donation?" She asked innocently. The woman shook her head and muttered a profane insult as she dropped her cigarette butt in the can, "Okay you have a nice evening ma'am! Hope to see you again!." She said smiling and waving. Lyra then crossed the street and sat down and put her back against the wall of the bar and began to count her collection of various coins.

    Jax turned to Markus, "Yo you better start getting ready, its almost time" Markus checked his watch, nodded, and got up to start getting ready.


    Lyra looked up and smiled, "Thanks Barry, anything special going on tonight? Stand up Comedy, Karaoke, that sort of thing??" She asked as she folded up her sign, threw on her scarf and picked up her change jar, "Also what can i get for $3.75?" She asked rattling her change jar as she walked in the door and smiled and waved at Jax. Jax smiled and waved back.


    Meanwhile, Markus was getting his set up ready on stage, "Check, Check, 1, 2. Check Check." He said testing the mic. Then, he began plugging in his amp and plugging his beautiful '71 Gibson Les Paul, with a blue sunburst design into the amp. Next was tuning, of course he had been doing this for years but every nerve in his body was still on the fritz as he began tuning his guitar to the standard EADGBE. Everything was ready but before he went toward the restroom and into a stall, he pulled out his wallet to reveal a picture of a young blonde haired girl wearing a blue dress and little black shoes, one the back of the photo read "Brooke, Age 3, Daddy's Little Angel" Tears slowly formed in his eyes and with a bubble in his throat he whispered, "This is for you baby girl, daddy misses you."

    Lyra nodded at Barry smiled and made her way toward Jax, she waited patiently for him to be done serving Evelyne.


    "You got it!" Jax said to Evelyne, as he turned around he noticed Lyra, "Hey trouble," He said smiling grabbing the bottle of Crown Royal, "What can i do for you kiddo?" He asked as he poured the drink while spinning the bottle. Lyra jumped up on a stool, her feet dangling, "Can i get a menu? Barry said the meal was on him." Lyra explained. Jax nodded "Alright sure." He winked as he handed Evelyne her drink, "Here you go miss." Jax then proceeded to grab a menu and handed it to Lyra, "Here is the menu, and..." He paused as he reached into his tip jar and pulled out a five dollar bill and stretched it out, "My gift to you." He smiled as he put it in her change jar, and furled her hair. "Hey what did you do that for i worked hard on that." She said sarcastically, Jax laughed knowing she didn't have luxuries like a hair brush, curling iron, and that stuff. Jax then looked over at Samuel, "What can i get for you sir?" He asked wiping down a whisky glass.


    Markus came out of the bathroom with dry eyes and walked up to the mic. He sat on a stool and grabbed his guitar, then he adjust the height of the mic to his level, "Hello everyone, My name is Markus G. Silver, I just moved here not to long ago. I'm sure we'll get to meet each other eventually, but i am your musical entertainer for the evening, this is my first night so i apologize if things are a little rough. I appreciate your patience."


    Lyra put down her menu for a moment and began to lightly applaud, she then picked back up her menu and continued to peruse her choices.

    Jax nodded and put down the whisky glass he had just cleaned and put some ice in it, he then turned to the shelves and grabbed the bottle and poured, "Here you are sir, I'm Jax by the way, Welcome to the family." He smiled as he gave Samuel his drink.


    Lyra then spoke up, "Geez Jax you gonna keep a starving ginger waiting? rude!" She said teasingly. Jax laughed, "Sorry, sorry, what can i get ya." he asked getting a note book out to write down the order, "I will have the bacon double cheese burger with chili cheese fries and a glass of wine??" she asked jokingly, "Haha funny," Jax said as he grabbed a glass, threw ice in it, and filled it with root beer, "Thats as close to alcohol you are going to get until you're 21 young lady." Lyra stuck her tongue out playfully. "And your meal will be up in a few minutes." Jax informed her. She smiled, "Thanks."


    "Now since its my first day and i didn't okay it with Barry, my original pieces will not be being introduced tonight, however, i got some rockin' covers for y'all, So what do you say Edgewood are we ready to make some noise?" Markus called out.


    Lyra clapped and cheered, "Yeah let's get it!"


    Jax clapped and shouted, "Alright Markus lets hear it!"


    As the crowed quieted down Markus began his first song of the night.


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    WARNING! This takes place AFTER the show and the story will contain spoilers!


    You do not have to have watched the show in order to participate. Also there can and hopefully will be female characters, You will be able to choose a Gladiatrix (female gladiator) or a common house slave who will serve the domius and/or domina's needs.


    Also in the form you will see a section marked "Open Positions" this is a thing my cousin and i are trying to start because honestly its awesome and more threads should have it. What it is: If there is a character that is related to your character that you want/need played because you don't want to play them, put it in the Open Positions and i will post them so others may have some ideas for their characters!




    The Story



    The Races



    The Fighting Styles



    The Ranks



    The Mark



    The Houses



    The Rules



    Open Positions



    The Form



    My Forms


    Jax grabbed a plate of food grabbed it and handed it to Lyra, "Here you go kiddo, enjoy." He said. He then began making his way toward Aurora. "Thanks Jax!" She said happily as she began scarfing down the meal. Jax came up to Aurora, "Hey Aurora, got the day off i see, lucky you," He said teasingly, "What can i get for you?" He asked.


    Markus saw that the crowd was thinning out, he began to get nervous, "Am I not doing well enough? Tough crowd i guess" He thought to himself as he finished the first song. He turned pages in his sheet music and looked through some of the notes and changes he made to his next song. He then began his second song of the night.


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    "Comin' right up Kennedy, and I'm doin' alright, keeping myself busy anyway, how about yourself?" He began to make small talk with her as he prepared her Margarita. "Salt or no salt, Kenn?" He asked. Lyra finished her meal and got up, "Thanks Jax, I best be getting home." She said smiling. "Alright Lyra, Hey you be careful out there yeah? get home safe." He insisted. Lyra laughed, "Yes father." She joked, "Thanks Barry! Bye!" She yelled as she left the bar.


    Markus finished his second song, took a drink from his water bottle and then began speaking into the mic, "Alright everyone, I am going to take a quick break, but I'll be back i got one more song for you tonight." He set his guitar on the stand and stepped off the stage, he saw Kennedy from across the room. Markus walked up and sat next to her, "Hey Jax, Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey please." Jax nodded, "One Jack Tennessee Honey comin' right up my good man." Jax handed Kennedy her margarita, "There you are. One margarita prepared by yours truly." He said in a cocky manner as if we was the best bartender in the history of bar tending. He turned to get Markus his drink.

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    Name: Markus Silver
    Age: 23
    Gender: Male
    Brief Personality: Markus is as stubborn and thick headed as they get, never played well with others and is always willing to travel into morally grey areas and bend some rules to get what he desires. He reaches the highest levels of sarcasm and even in dire situations is always cracking jokes and not taking anything seriously, his lack of seriousness often lands him in trouble both inside and outside of his profession. Never really been one for emotional or physical closeness and ever since day one on the job has always worked alone. He is a workaholic and alcoholic, always seems to be working or having a drink in his hand...or both.
    Other: None

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    James - 22 Years Old


    James had just gotten off work as a cadet in the city's police force when he pulled into the parking lot of a small hole in the wall bar at the edge of town, He got out of his busted up, midnight blue, 1994 Honda Civic, pulled out his box of cigarettes and lit it. He stood outside the bar smoking and pacing as he did so, "Good God I hate Mondays" He thought to himself as he replayed the events that took place in his training that day. He turned to look into the bar to see by some small miracle someone he knew was in there and sure enough there she was, the girl that had just moved in a few doors down from him at his apartments. He took one final hit off of his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground and stomped it out.


    He proceeded to enter the bar and sat down at the very end of the bar, He thought for a moment as to what he wanted then flagged down the bartender, "Whenever you got the time miss." He said politely. As he waited he began to think to himself, "Y'know.. come to think of it she has been living around here for a decent while and I haven't introduced myself. I am a shitty neighbor." He sighed and shrugged, "Better late then never i suppose." He muttered to himself as he pulled out his wallet to be prepared for showing ID.

    Markus wasted no time running through the halls of the tomb, he had gotten lost and taken a few wrong turns, however recently got back on track as pushed open a giant stone door. As he entered there it was, the reward for his client who would in turn pay him massive amounts of cash. "Aha!" he exclaimed as he ran toward the prize, he came to a screeching halt as he noticed the chasm. He began to look around and thats when he noticed her, his arch rival in the business, "Ms. Grey, if i dare ask, what are you you doing here poisoning this place with your blonde headed taint?" He asked as he looked around for a way to get across, "Wall run? No. walls would fall apart before i even got half way.. Jumping isn't an option.." Markus cursed under his breath. "Any idea whats down there?" he asked as if he didn't just insult her. he motioned to the gaping black abyss that was between him and his cash.

    "Here you are, Markus." Jax said handing Markus his whisky, he then returned to work.


    "Thanks." He said to Jax he then turned his attention to the rather beautiful girl next to him he smirked, "you think so?" he said doubtfully. "I was a local artist in Oakland.. Events occurred.. it was too much so i moved here." He replied. He slightly smiled at her broadway joke before sipping on his Jack. "So whats your story??" he asked her, "How'd you end up here?" he couldn't explain why but this girl seemed to catch his interest, maybe it was because they shared the same passion for music. "Forgive the questions," he muttered as his anxiety began to kick in. "Just like to know who i work with." He shrugged.


    Lyra walked down the dark streets of town, paranoid about the every night drunks and weirdos, but then she saw it, her little make shift house out of boxes, she ran up to it and crawled inside and grabbed a big trash bag and crawled back out, she looked up at the sky and saw few clouds, the night sky was beautiful though, the stars shined bright and the moon was full. she began covering her fort with the trash bag, "Never know when its gonna rain" he mumbled to herself. Just then she felt something climbing up her leg, it scurried up her back and made its way to her shoulder. She looked over and saw her dear friend and pet, "Well hello Mr. Squeakers, how are you on this beautiful night?" She asked. The mouse squeaked a reply as if understanding her, "Well thats good. Hey i got something for you, but lets get inside first." She told him excitedly as she grabbed him off her shoulder. She crawled back indoors and put the small mouse in his nest in the corner. She reached into her pocket to grab a long french fry from her pocket and gave it to him, "Barry and Jax gave me this awesome meal today and i brought home left overs just for you" she smiled, tossing the fry in Mr. Squeakers nest and patting him on the head.

    "I know you have the hots for me but no need for compliments" He joked referring to the 'money grubbing hands' comment. "You really do enjoy doing things the hard way, there had to be a way for the original architects to get there without...y'know...destroying their own statues." He laughed. he began searching the walls for some sort of switch or maybe even a lever. He followed along the different old bricks trying to maybe find one that was different than the others but couldn't find any, "Of course in theory, i could wait for you to make that spear fall, cross it grab the relic before you even get down from that godawful statue." He smirked, "Buuut that would be too easy." he mumbled quietly. He looked at the statue and noticed it was pulled slightly from the wall. "Just keep doing what you're doing ignore the man..." He began squeezing behind the statue, "behind the statue." he finished in a strained tone.


    "I'm getting too old for this" he said as he rubbed his back. "Those scrapes will sting in the morning." He began looking for a switch behind the statue. "Please for the love of god, i do not want to be in the forsaken tomb any longer than i need to." He whispered in frustration. "So hows life?" he asked as if he actually cared, but talking helped relieve the stress of the job.

    Markus laughed as he realized by the tone in her voice things didn't go well, "Yes, you won that round,"he responded referring to her bragging about their last meeting, "and i was saying you don't lock your money in a safe unless you know..." He felt and finally found a loose stone, he pulled it out to reveal a small pulley, "its code." he laughed, "This may or may not be a trap Colton, fair warning." he warned her, he then pulled the small lever. The room began to shake, dust filled the room and small pebbles fell from the ceiling. He climbed out from behind the statue and saw a stone bridge slowly moving out over the gap. but it only stopped halfway across.


    Markus walked up to the bridge and put on foot on it and began adding weight slowly to test the sturdiness of the bridge. He noticed the end of the bridge was roughed up and had broken at one point, "The other half must be down below... care to go down and get it." He asked Colton jokingly. He began calculating distance in his head, "Yeah, i could make this jump...maybe. Only one way to find out." Markus backed up to the beginning of the bridge ran across and attempted to jump the chasm. In mid air he realized he would be close but if he didn't grab onto the ledge of the other side this tomb raiding would be his last. He reached out as far as he could and caught the ledge with both hands, his left hand slipped as he landed. He swore under his breath again as he grabbed the ledge with both hands, "Well that was close." He said nervously laughing he couldn't believe he came so close to deaths embrace.