there is always a reason. (OPEN)

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The great and magnificent Colliseum, people always said it was one of the most magnificent places in the world. Jake had never believed in that, maybe it was because he had never been outside the Goverment's facility, not for real, only in missions in the outside but in the wild, never in a big city. So the moment that he finally saw the replica of the colliseum in the city, He new it was an exact copy of the original in Italy, rome. As he looked at it, he finally understood why people said such things of that place.

Jacob walked into the huge building and then looked around as what he was, a tourist. The building, the way it outstands from the general view, inside the weather was perfect to have fights, races and matches. He smiled as he looked the weapons to spar. He walked to them and grabbed two long hunting knives and walked to the arena with them, he was good with those weapons, he had trained his whole life with them so it feel natural as moving his fingers when he handle those knives. He walked to the area where the dummies were, and started gashing them in vital areas of the torso, legs and arms as he had done days ago to a woman with curly black hair that was snooping around.

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tag: OPEN
words: 228
notes: _{Yup... the woman was Rhiannon Warlow-Rogers}

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Jace was wandering. There was so much to see in this place, shame it had to be destroyed. He got himself a coffee with caramel – don’t diss it! It’s not girly! – from the shop with a fake coin. They’d find out eventually, but with how many people were in there, they’d probably blame a child of Mercury. Heh heh. It would be great. So he sipped his hot coffee with a smile. It was something totally new to him, and he rather liked it. They had coffee at the base, but it was never this good. He assumed it was that style they did in the Civil War, where they strained the beans in a dirty sock. After all, it did taste funny. This stuff, though, this was delightful. That caramel made it more like candy than drink. Candy you could drink! It was brilliant.

He walked to the big building that looked like a crazy circle. Oh, Colosseum, that’s right. He looked at the sign at the entrance. No outside weapons; weapons provided. No outside food or drink. He smirked and walked in anyway, sipping his coffee. The place was huge and there were people training here and there. The seats started a good 6 feet above the base, probably for the chariot races, to protect the crowd. He climbed the stairs to the first row and took a seat, looking around at the five or so people hanging around. A pair talking in the stands, two dueling on the floor, and… hold on. Was that Jay? Jace smirked and followed the edge of the stands on the first level – which meant he was actually really high above the floor – until he got as close to Jay as he could without actually jumping down from the wall. He tipped his coffee up and finished it off, then aimed and threw the cup for Jay’s head, trying to distract him. Not like he was fighting anyone. The dummy couldn’t hurt him. Besides, this was Jay. The guy made footballers look like wimps. Chances were the cup would just bounce off and Jay wouldn’t even notice.

Words: 355
Tag: @jake
Notes: Bro Time!

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It seemed that Jake hadn't realized that his younger fellow was there, he hadn't realize that he was about to throw his paper cup of coffee at his head! Jake was just training, thinking if what he did to that woman was ok or not. If he had asked Mel about it, she would had completely agreed with what he did, she for sure would had congratulated him, but then he thought about Emily, would have she thought the same? NO! He knew it! Emily was way different from Mel, and maybe that was why he loved Emily so much!

But then... there was also Jace, little Jace. He was a couple of years younger than he was, well only two years, but he was a very smart kid, also... loyal. Even when he loved to play pranks all over the place and risking his neck while doing so, but Jake loved him as the little brother that he never had.

He moved again and his long combat, hunting knives decapitated another dummy. Jake hadn't realized but it was his tenth, in a record time. He turned to the number eleven, when he felt it... something hit his head, he heard the dry sound when the paper cup fell to the ground. He looked at it and then lifted his hand onto his head. there was some liquid rolling down his Black straight hair. He looked at his fingers and then smelt the liquid. "Caramel... coffee..." He didn't need a lot of time to know who it had been.

"JACE!!"

He looked up and saw the teen, he threw his knives at the dummies and then ran at the wall where Jace was, he used that impulse to jump and walk two long strides on the wall and grab himself from the edge of the balcony from where Jace had thrown his paper cup. "Come here you little brat!"

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tag: @jace
words: 319
notes: LOL this will be fun!!

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Jace was having fun. That was all that was to it. He thoroughly enjoyed pestering people. This new found freedom here in New Rome? Best thing ever. So much better than the whole prisonlike thing he’d been in before. This place was sopping wet with opportunity. Yet he was shy. How weird was that? He still only hung out around those whom he’d grown up with. Never any more. He didn’t have a cohort, so no being forced to make friends in training sessions. He rather liked his bubble. It was comfortable.

If a little crazy. He leaned on the wall that kept him safely away from the older, much more experienced guy beating the ever-living daylights out of a dummy. Slurp! He finished his coffee for that not that needed caffeine and sugar hit, then pitched the cup at Jake. Right on target! He snickered into his hand as he watched Jake investigate his slightly wet head with his hand. Then the moment of truth came. He spotted him.

Thank the gods Jace was decently fast. The moment Jake turned to see him, it briefly occurred to him that he might be in trouble. And wow, was he right! Jake dropped the weapons (mercy!) and came for the smaller boy with a mighty shout. Crap was the first thing to go through Jace’s head, followed shortly by the fight or flight instinct. You see, they’d certainly tried to get Jace to be a fight kind of person, to automatically duke it out, but he just wasn’t that sort. Sure, he’d accidentally punched someone before at the facility, but the punishment he got for that was enough to discourage him. So right now, he didn’t even wait to see what happened; he just ran back the way he came. A soft double thump told him Jake had cleared the wall. First of all, how did he even do that? Parkour, much? Then the fact that such a big, muscular guy could be so agile and quiet. Jace didn’t stop running, but he did start laughing. Ah, this was fun!

Words: 349
Tag: @jake
Notes: heh heh

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Jake couldn't realize that what he was doing was in fact a miracle, and it wasn't the fact that he had jumped and walked on the wall, that was piece of cake compared to all the training that he had had before. NO! the miracle was that he was running after Jace, he was chasing him like a normal teen. He almost forgot what it was to be a normal teen, someone that could run freely, and he hadn't realize about it, he couldn't do it until he heard Jace laughing. For a second he got even more upset, he was going to hit him really hard! But then he got it, he noticed something that he hadn't done it before.

-He is laughing... I can't remember the last time I heard him laughing in such way...- He said as he ran following or better said, chasing the kid down the hall. "stop right there you little snail!" He yelled at Jace, but in tat moment, Jake wasn't upset, he knew he stil would poke Jace for what he did with the coffee, but Jake didn't want to fight, he only wanted that the moment he was living in that moment was... a neverending one! A moment where he knew that they all could play and yell and no one would come and hit them real hard.

Jake could still remember a time where He was playing outside with some animals. It was natural for him, it felt right. But then... it went to hell, all of it. The people training him thought of that as a moment of weakness, so they killed the animals and then beat him up. That was the last time he laughed while he played. But in that moment he was glad that Jace had done that and had made him chase him. "I'll catch you Jace! you know it!" he chuckled and contiued running, not really making an effot to end the game so fast.

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tag: @jace
words: 331
notes: XD this two are fun!!

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Jace was having a great time. He jumped over the legs of an unsuspecting bystander – or by-sitter – and kept up the run. “Catch me, old man!” Jake was only two years older than the youngest of the, erm, quadrio? Sure, that was a word now. Trio plus one. Quad…rio! Anyway, Jace was the baby of the quadrio. Or, you know, he could be grammatically correct and call them like a quartet or something. But that made them sound like a singing group. Quadrio sounded dramatic. Or just… like something that might be Spanish or something. Like you should roll the R and make it sound fancy and stick your pinky out as you held your cup of tea. Mmm, tea. Jace was weird, as he was one of few that he know of from the facility that actually developed a liking for green tea. It was kind of a delicacy to him. With honey of course. Had to have honey.

Anyway, where was he? Ah yes, running for dear life. He heard a yell behind him, something about him supposedly knowing that Jake would catch him. Well, technically, yes, he knew he stood no chance. It was all physics. Jake was taller, thus longer legs, thus faster. Jace was… short and not as fast. It was a matter of time. Though he could use his shortness to outmaneuver him, maybe. Though the whole fact that he’d just scaled a wall did not help his hopes for victory in that area. Jake was agile to say the least. “No you won’t, you old fart! Go back to your nursing home and play Bingo!” He cackled.

Then he abruptly tripped and fell. Well, there went outmaneuvering technique twenty-four B. He hurried to get up and try to regain his ground. Which brought him to the stairs that elevated the seating area from the arena floor. Thank the gods he hadn’t tripped a second later or he’d probably be tumbling down said stairs in a very unfortunate manner. Now he was tumbling down them intentionally. He jumped up on the wall that served as a railing and sat on it, praying that gravity favored his boney butt. It kind of did. He slid down reasonably quickly and landed at the bottom of the stairs with a decent dismount and continued his run.

Words: 389
Tag: @jake
Notes: XD Fun to write!!