The Selection: Semi-Advanced Roleplay discussion

Where the guards train. Selected are not allowed inside, unless a guard invites them.

Ronnie walked quitely to the Training Room. She always waited until the room was empty before she went inside. The guards don't really like to be on same training room as her, she tend to break things off when she practice. Not that a maid actually need a training, but once a rebel, she stayed rebel, and the perks of those skills were not something she would just ditched away.
She took of her maid clothes and exchanged them with a black spandex and black tank top. She begun with 50 push ups, and then she practiced with the punching bag. Too much powers, the punching bag fell to the floor and the sands scattered. "Nice, more cleaning duty." she mumbled sarcastically.
Ronnie ignored the mess and moved to the dummies, she punched and kicked and beheaded those innocent dummies with her kicks.
Then it was time for swords, she twirled it on her hand and in another split second, swung it to the already mutilated dummies, splitted them into half.

"Oh, didn't see you there." Ronnie said between her heavy breaths. "And it is not good, it is furious. It drainded the energy faster. In battlefield, it's suicidal to fight with anger." she mumbled. "But this is a training room, not battlefield, so… What the heck." she kicked another dummy.

"Veronica." she shook his hand once. "Yeah, I have anger management issue, I can't control the amount of anger I should've let out. That's why I will never be on a war anyway." she said, with hand on her hips and the other one held the sword. "Second reason is because I am a maid. Third reason is because I have to sew pretty dresses for pretty ladies while you guys betting your head on the war." she said sharply.

"Don't say sorry, it's not your fault that our society sucks." she crooked a mocking smile. "That is just a personal opinion, no maid is as close as that stupid to think about getting involved to it." she continued.

"Yeah, what a bothersome." her eyes widened sarcastically. "I can't believe they want me to be one of those amateur's maid. Ugh, can you imagine that? Girls, palace, girls whose never live in palace, girls who never live in palace but act like one." she counted with her fingers.

"I know right? And even they absolutely know nothing about this palace, they're just wandering around, maybe humming some happy fairytale song, and then get lost so you or the other guards have to take them back to their room. Like you don't have enough works already." she ranted. Ronnie crossed her arms and muttered quitely, "This whole place is stupid."

"What's my excuse then?" she laughed dryly. "I don't have to give my money to anyone, thou."

"Biologically speaking, no." she said. Sure her sister was alive, somehow, but she decided not to bring that up. Since it had been months aparts from the last time she saw her sister, and she could've died anyway within those months.

"Stop it. You're making this really awkward." she punched his arms, but a smile curled on her lips. "I am not the only orphan here, yeah? So, be cool about it."

"Really? I am not buying that, man." she crooked a smile. "You were freaking out when you knew I am parentless. I highly suspect that you're a family person from, well, a big family."

"Forgive me for saying this, but... 8? You have 7 siblings? How'd you parents do it?" she seemed shocked. "I have three siblings, I'm the second youngest." she told him.

((Hey, Rea? Have you been getting my PMs?))

"Wow, you have that kind of dream. If I didn't know you, I would said that your dream is to retired early, spending your time to travel around the world, dating hot woman in every state, but never really commited to anyone." she said teasingly. "Wait, that's my dream."

"Darn it, I should've know that. Of course you have a girlfriend. No wonder you already have a dream family." she chuckled. "I'll see what I can do about it. They probably won't let me quit, so I need to find a reason for them to fire me."

"And a kickass training room." she smirked. "This is my ultimate hiding place, after kitchen storage."

((XD you too?))

"Oh my God, I have a dibs on that room. Go hide on your girlfriend's room, loverboy." she told him. "Are you sure you wanna hide from them? They are young, beautiful, non taken, and ready to mingle."

((I know Sugar, but not Simon... Hm...))

"Fine," she moaned. "But if you flirt with any of those girls, I will personally drag you senselessly to your girlfriend."

"Not even me?" she gave him a fake shocked look, touching her chest. "I thought my hair is a turn on for boys." she said, flipping her hair dramatically.

"Thank you. Glad to know you really have a taste." she grinned. "Whoever your girl is, she is very lucky to have you."

"Ronnie, huh?" she smirked. It has been forever since someone called her Ronnie. The last time was, well, before her family died. It was the only thing that connected her to her true identity as a rebel. But she didn't want Cain to know that. "Dunno where do you find the idea for that name, but I like it. You can call me Ronnie." she grinned.

"Yeah, I think so. It's way cooler name and simpler." she grinned widely. A thought crossed her mind, about her name. Veronica means true image. For a person like her, that name does not reflected herself at all.

"You're not tired. No one with a body like yours is tired simply by the guards duty, unless you're using steroid." she laughed sarcastically. "Mate, you are-- brace yourself- bored. Not tired."

"So much side effects for being a noctural, yeah?" she mumbled. "I barely get any sleep lately, gotta make pretty lady some pretty dresses. I am surprised that I haven't accidentally cut my finger with scissor."

After she left the hospital wing, Ronnie decided to go to training room again. One place in this palace where she could be herself. A little training won't hurt anyone, and she didn't get to do much physical thing back then when the attack happened anyway. She needed to punch something.

Dang it, someone's coming "Hey." she waved with a brief smile. "Oh, yes. Your knife." she reached her pocket and handed it to Silfry. It was clean, of course. "Why do you have a knife? It's a... Sharp, pointy, deadly object, you know." she asked with a shrug.

"Point taken." she smirked. "You're okay? Did you make it to safe room?" Ronnie asked.

"Wow, that's kinda scary, Sillfry." she chuckled casually. "Yeah, what do you want to ask?" Ronnie raised an eyebrow.

Her face darkened, and she rubbed her arm uneasily. "Can I be perfectly honest with you?" she asked quietly, avoding to make too much eye contact. "Promise you won't be mad, or... Tell anyone about it?"

"What? No. Don't be ridiculous." she frowned. "I am not as tough as I thought, Sillfry. After you left, and I was gonna heroically stop them, I chickened out." she told her. "I was, really scared. One rebel is a thing, but confront a bunch of rebels at the same time? I was so naive to think I could handle it." she laughed dryly. "So, I did every shameful coward will do, saving my own ass by telling them what they asked me, where the royals are." she swallowed. "I don't know what else to do. I was... I though I was gonna die. I suprisingly afraid of facing my own death." she said with cracked voice, but she tried to look steady. "I lied about the location of royals, thou. I still had the time to think about it and they bought it anyway."

She sighed, "Well, I guess we never know what's in their mind, yeah?" Ronnie shrugged. "And I'm sorry about your family, that sucks, really." she told her. "And don't tell anyone about this, okay? My reputation will be ruined. I've been working so hard on my cool baddass image in public." she crooked a smile again, her trademark.

((Why do you think she manages to stay hidden for so long? ;3))

All of them, and more than you can imagine. "Hand to hand I think. Weapons make me uncomfortable." she shrugged. "Although maybe all that I can do, either punch someone in the face, or kick them in the ball, there's nothing in between."

"It's empty now, wanna take few rounds?" she pointed at the dummies and target boards.

"Maybe you should take few steps closer to the target? I don't know, I'm not an expert." she suggested. And you really need to learn how to throw a knife properly, that's a dangerous amateur move.

She chuckled. "I don't know, I never successfully kill anyone. Or even try to actually kill someone." Probably, if you don't do anything else, that would make someone bleeding to death in three hours.

"Nice throw." she nodded. "Congratulation, you just kill a dummy."

"Be careful with revenge, Sillfry. You gonna need to dig two graves." she told her. "What are you going to do once you have the chance to kill one or two rebels?"

That's pretty sentiment coming from you, say it again when you finally know how it feels to take someone's life. "I won't say that I understand that feeling." she shrugged. "But I think you have a reasonable excuse after all."

"Well at least you have a purpose. A deadly one." she said. "It's better than living with no direction at all, thou."

"Well, if it's enough for you then let it be." she said. "Everybody has their own priority."

Ronnie walked into the Training Room and quickly took off her maid outfit, leaving her with a short spandex and sleeveless t-shirt. As she wrapped her palms with white bandages, she walked towards a punching bag.
After Cecily, probably, broke her ribs, she went to the hospital wing to get some pain killer but even so, it still hurted, and everytime she took a breath, she felt like her chest being jack hammered over and over again. But it wasn't bothering her anyway. She took one deep breath and started punching the sack.

Cecily entered the room in a training outfit. Just some sweat pants and a white tang top. She knew Ronnie was there, she saw her. " Look who it is. Want to resume where we left off?" Her voice was sweet but evil. Her eyes widened out of amusement. This time no guard would stop her from hurting Ronnie.

"Not now, Cecily. Not ever." she said without looking at her. "I'm kinda busy right now."

" Are you just afraid if I break your ribs again I might break something else? Like your pride or maybe whenever I give you your own medicine I'll put together your broken pieces. Because I want to feel pain. I want to. I already hurt you why doesn't good 'ol Ronnie not want to get back at me. I'm just confused." Cecily said pompously. I just want to help someone. I want someone to help me, She thought. " It'll make you feel better if you do."

(( Got to go! Be back in like 20 minutes! ))

Ronnie didn't say anything, she just kept punching harder and faster. the chain that connected the punching bag to the ceiling loosened and fell off. Ronnie punched it for the last time and the sack fell hard to the floor. "You want to hurt something? There, use that." she said casually as she pointed at the sack on the floor. "I am absolutely terrified that if I fall for your words, you're going to hit me on the face. This is asset, can't let you ruin it." she said, making an air circle in front of her face.

(( I'm going to be Off the rest of the night!! Bye... ))

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