-insert RP name here- (one on one) (Closed) (rated M)

I already have enough trouble keeping up with my RP's as it is. But whatever!

Dark and light. Evil and good. But what if we've only painted the bad guy to be as such? What happens when you really try and get to know the monster that's been locked up? The one that's been forced to kill for our entertainment. The one that's been trapped for years. Fighting in a ring of death as an executioner. But what happens when the healer is put in charge of such a monster? The good, the light, the one who's had it all. The magic, the rights, a warm bed and not the floor of a cell. What if they are just so happen to fall in love? Dark and light. The good and evil.

I got this idea off a video on YouTube. I will post the link if I ever find it again.

Rules-
-I can and will ask to see your writing if I've never RPed with you before/haven't stalked your writing
-try to write more then three lines. I know it can be hard sometimes.
-if I say no, then no
-don't be afraid to challenge the plot. I have no idea what's going on half the time, so throw stuff in there. Make it interesting.
-tell me if you're gonna abandon
-don't spam bump. I tend to go fall off the face of the earth for a few days. (I will try and give you a heads up)
-don't have dry writing. Always make sure the other can go off what you say.

I don't like templets, but if you want I'll post one. And if you reallywant, I'll fill it out. But chances are low.

(May I?)

(Sure! And I've actually stalked your writing before- at least I'm pretty sure I have- so no need for a sample. Lol. Would you like a templet?)

(Lol, yeah I’m around here fairly often so I’m not surprised about the stalking of my writing, though I will warn you, some days my responses are CrAZY detailed if my mind wants them to be and other days I might struggle to get three sentences. Just beware of varying post lengths. I’m good without a template, though I will ask, if there is a romance part to this, do you mind if we keep it GxB?)

(Yeah no. Freaking same. I usually set that rule just to force myself to get creative. I completely understand if you can't reach three lines. That's why I also tend to take breaks from here.
And yes there will be a romance part. I usually rather G×B so that is totally chill! Now parts. Which would you rather? The girl or dude? And the healer or monster?)

(I’m fine with either the dude or the girl, though I do like being the girl more. For the monster or healer thing though, I don’t care, you can choose which one you want to be and I’ll take the other.)

(I'm pretty indecisive. So I'd honestly be chill with either. If you don't really care we could always coin flip.)

(Yeah, a coin flip could work, otherwise would you rather have the girl be the healer and the guy be the monster? Or the other way around?)

(Ah. I don't really know. Like I said I'm indecisive, so you can pick, or coin flip. Either way I'm chill.)

(Oke, XD I’m too lazy to flip a coin right now so imma just say the gal is the healer and the dude is the other one)

(Lol. Alrighty. And you prefer being the gal? If so I'm chill doing the dude. I don't even think I can Rp a girl anymore its been so long. xD)

(Yeah, being the girl is my preferred XD imma be offline for a few hours now because driving, but you can start whenever if you want)

(Alrighty. Drive safe! I'll post a starter in a few, as I have to find a charter.)

Tarek huffed out a ragged breath as cheers erupted around him. The arena scattered with the bodies of humans. The bodies of killers. bit he was a killer too, a monster, an executioner.
Blood dripped down his chest, and arms. His claws going back and shrinking into normal fingers. It hurt, but not as bad as the cut causing most of the blood. He'd defiantly have to see the healer for that one. Though he heard there was a new healer. After all, ha had killed the last one.

(I’m back! sorry for taking so long, I fell asleep before I had a chance to answer any of my rps)
Araceli could hear the cheers of the arena as lives were wasted just for the fun of others. She shook her head and went back to her work, which was currently trying to find one of the fighters in particular, one named Gheks. Her bag of medicines and bandages bounced on her hip as she looked in every one of the cells, even the ones that no one had been kept in for years. None of the fighters she had asked had even heard of someone named Gheks and she eventually just gave up, deciding to start her rounds of healing early.

(It is totally chill! Take care of yourself.)

It wasn't long before the guards stormed in the arena and held spears twords Tarek. After all, its not like they trusted him. So he simply held his hands up, showing no resistance, but a calm smirk dancing on his lips. The monster enjoyed their fear, the way they thought spears would save them if he decided to lash out.
After a few seconds- that seemed to stretch into minutes- of one waiting for the other take make a move, Tarek finally began twords the bared door. Back to his cell, to await the healer, and to await his next match.

Most of the wounds and injuries were minor and she patched up the fighters easily, her nimble fingers wrapping bandages with expertise. She hadn’t become the top healer with half made medicines and sloppy bandage work. The familiar squeak of the door from the arena opening signaled to her that she had another patient right as she finished with the last of the others. Stepping out of the last cage and locking the door behind herself, she headed down to see who she was working with this time, silver and maroon healers robes swishing out behind her.

He let his arms fall once out of sight of the arena. The long gash across his chest starting to thob as whatever adrenaline he'd had, wore off.
The guards practically shoved him in his cell, which earned them a growl.
He'd seen a healer in the halls before they'd reached his cell, and some how hopped it'd be her that came in. He didn't feel like dealing with an annoying healer, as most of the guys where. Always thinking they could take a monster in a fight. Oh how wrong that last one was.

With a hand securely gripping the handle of the knife she used to cut bandages, she walked to the cell and stopped in front of the door. Her different colored eyes, one a forest green and the other brown, watched who -or what- was inside. Araceli didn’t step inside right away, instead calling out, “Do you need a healer?” She could never be too safe in this profession, hearing her fair share of gruesome stories from other healers getting injured, killed, or loosing limbs because they didn’t stay alert or take the cautious route.

"Unless this gash is gonna magically heal itself, then I think I do." His stark white eyes seemed to glow in the dim lighting of his cell. Watching the healer carefully, he stood. Female, he thought to himself. Grateful that she didn't seem completely annoying, But a tad cautious. At least she didn't seem stupid.

She nodded, picking the key to the cell after a few tries and unlocking the door. Araceli stepped inside and closed the door behind herself, not locking it though as she looked to the fighter. It was clear it was a he, just from his build but she couldn’t tell exactly what he looked like in the dim light. “How did you get the gash?” She asked just to see if it might need special care. Some of the weapons they used in the arena had poisoned ends or serrated edges which made them quite a lot harder to care for.

"Just a plain knife. They didn't pull out the big stuff today." After fighting in the arena for so long, he knew what almost every poison felt like. To have something corsing though his blood, something that just might kill him if he was unlucky enough.
Light trickled in though a small window, and he stepped into it. Tarek squinted slightly, even though it wasn't that bright, it still seemed so to him. The light revealed more of his looks. White hair that was stained with blood and dirt, that just might have been the shade of his eyes if not for all the grime, and a tail that swayed slightly. But other then those few feature he looked completely human.

“Thankfully,” She muttered under her breath, slipping her pack off of her shoulder and opening it. Motioning for him to sit, she took up a spot where she would be able to see the wound and work on it when he sat. Her hair was an ashy brown color cut in the usual messy, choppy bob that all female healers were required to wear their hair in unless they were interns. It made her seem much more like a young girl than she was, barely a teenager when in reality she was almost nearing her second decade birthday.

Tarek sat where the healer had mentioned for him too, and looked up at her. He had a bored expression, but in no way seemed dangerous. Other then the fact he was full of blood that is. "What's a pretty human like yourself doing healing our kind? Why not have a good job, healing for some doctor?" He knew this wasn't many people first choice. If he had been a healer, he knew that he'd have picked something less gory. Anything to get him as far away from this arena as possible.

Araceli set her pack down and sat down across from him, digging through her pack as she looked for something. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, seeming to ignore his first question, “I’d rather work here, where I don’t have to deal with idiots. Plus, I have other reasons too that I don’t want to share.” After studying the gash for a moment, she pulled out a rag from her bag and stood up. She held up her finger to tell him she’d be right back before slipping out of the cell and dipping the rag in a clean bucket of water across the hall. Once she came back in and sat down, she got to work cleaning off the blood.

Tarek respected her boundaries. After all its not like he really cared. Just wanting to get to know the new face a little bit more.
He sat quietly while she cleaned the blood. Mainly just looking at her, watching. He'd always been fascinated with the healer. Amaused that they helped life instead of taking it. "Did you just start here?" His English being surprisingly good for practically being raised in the arena.

She nodded, wiping off the last of the blood and setting her rag down so she could grab the next thing she needed from her bag, “The ceremony for the newest healers, one of them being me, was a few days ago. We got our official robes then along with our bags and assignments.” Araceli pulled out a small tube of antibiotic ointment and squeezed some onto her fingers, gently spreading it on the skin around the gash and wiping the excess on her sleeve.

"Welcome to our humble hell, then." He rolled his eyes, and winced slightly when she touch the wound. Gosh he'd never get used to that. A gash or cut being tended too. He somehow found that worse then getting the actual wound.

Attempting to make some sort of small talk, she asked, “So, what’s your name?” If this was going to be her work assignment for the majority of her life, she figured she better meet some of the fighters and get to know them. Araceli went back to her bag and dug around for a moment until she found the bandages she wanted, unrolling the start of them before beginning the somewhat tedious task of wrapping the gash.

"Tarek," he said, still watching her carefully. He didn't really trust the healers to much, Even if their only purpose was to heal. At least that's what he hopped. "And yours? Or shall I just keep calling you beautiful?" He remembered a story of a healer killing one of the fighters once. But it had been told to him when he was still small. So could it really be true?