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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 16:33:35 GMT -5
After exploring some of the facilities that were possibly available to competitors, a library, training rooms, as well as a cafeteria, Brandon had come across what appeared to be a locker room/Changing room.
Curiosity grabbed him, as he opened the door, and made his way inside. He noticed that there were inactive locks on the doors. "Security is a joke here..." He thought, as he started to wander down the first aisle of lockers. High tech, and sturdy, each locker had its own identity tag, as well as a lock that would prevent anyone from breaking in.
But he stopped at one that was labeled 'Vegeta', and had a look at it. "My Locker eh?" He asked himself, as he looked to his right, and saw that another locker was labeled for another combatant named 'Adrien'. He merely shrugged, as he was actually feeling excited to meet some of the other combatants personally, perhaps to even size them up, and predict their tactics on the field. He would have to watch each match in order to predict some of his opponents moves.
"This....is gonna be a looong tournament..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2013 1:18:37 GMT -5
Want. Want, want, want!
I know! Adrien growled, stalking down the hallway of the Coliseum Immortal, the one that led to the locker rooms. The voice was antsy, prowling in her mind. Hungry, desperate. Not one match had started yet. Therefore, there were no screams to satisfy it. Which meant that if it wasn't fed, it would turn on her. Adrien shuddered slightly. Early on, she had learned to make sure that never happened. She still had the mental scars to remind her. A couple of competitors passed her, three large men that were beast than anything. All three were obviously from the same planet. She passed them without a second thought, drawing her hood up to keep them out of her sight. She heard their mutterings, their remarks. Her eyes flickered red, a growl escaping her throat.
Want. Want, want, want!
"I know!" she hissed under her breath, starting another competitor who was rushing to join the group. She glared at him from under her hood, red eyes deadly. Without a word, he rushed past. Adrien scowled, walking faster. The locker room should be deserted. There was no reason for anyone to be there at a time like this. Quickly, she yanked open the door. Slipping inside, she slammed it, locking it. With a sigh of content, Adrien relaxed, resting her head on the door. Finally, she could get some peace and quiet.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2013 8:33:27 GMT -5
He was about to open up the locker with his sign up name, He heard the locker room door open, close, and click locked. "Seems like I have a visitor." He thought, as his hand moved away from his locker. He wondered who it was, as he slowly started to make his way towards the door, to see if the person had still been there. "Another Combatant perhaps? Hopeful not one as pathetic as the others." He thought, as he finally made his way to the door, but stopped when he saw a hooded figure.
He let out a smirk, as he hid behind the lockers. "An Assassin? For me? They shouldnt of. Someone must be scared of me. About time..." He thought as he peeked his head around the lockers again to try and get a better look at the person. He studied the persons body figure, and saw that it wasnt that of a male and let out a sigh. "A Female? Ok, now Im insulted...."
He shook his head, as he came out of hiding. He leaned up against the lockers, keeping her in view as he asked her"Trouble outside?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 0:37:13 GMT -5
Adrien had her eyes closed, forehead pressed against the cool metal of the door. Over and over the voice chanted, drowning out her thoughts.
Want, want, want, want, wantwantwantwantwantwant Want Want Want WANT!!!
"Trouble outside?"
Adrien's eyes snapped open, the man's voice startling her. She took a deep breath, shaking her head.
"Trouble inside..." she murmured. Taking one more calming breath, Adrien turned to face the man behind the voice. Once more, she was the face of calm. Her eyes gave nothing away, her lips in a neutral frown. A man stood beside the lockers, an air of arrogance surrounding him. He had a crop of messy brown hair and wore strange clothing. What looked like a body suit and useless armor. He looked ridiculous. What looked like a monkey's tail was attatched to him, just like that man with blue hair she met on earth. A Saiyan then. Adrien had done some research after that performance. Or rather, she had had others do it and report to her.
Quietly, she leaned against the door, arms lightly folded under her chest. She wore her preferred outfit for fighting: the black sleeveless top connected to her hood, a black under-bust corset, black short shorts, and thigh-high black boots. No knives were strapped to her thighs, though she did have them hidden in multiple places on her body.She tilted her head, olive gaze sweeping him.
"Just who are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 7:48:42 GMT -5
He smirked as he saw her jump a bit. Did he catch her off guard that easily? It would appear that he did. H heard her mumble something to herself, though he couldn't make out what it was. She turned around, and started to study him, giving him more reason to believe that she was not an assassin at all, but perhaps a combatant in the tournament.
"Just who are you?" He heard her ask as he smirked in return. "I was just about to ask you the exact same question..." He said, as he closed his eyes for a minute, though he kept her power signature in his mind, tracking her incase she rushed him while his eyes were closed. "The name is Vegeta... A Name you will be wise to remember especially if your in this tournament." He replied to her question, as he opened his eyes again and gave her a strange look. Her outfit was strange, She looked human, but seemed.... different. He studied Humans quite extensively, and this woman was no human, He could tell just by her voice, and by looking at her.
She had no tail, or one that he could see, so he knew she wasnt a Saiyan like him. No, that would of been too convenient for him. No, She was something he had never seen before, "A New race?" He thought as his tail wrapped around his waist tightly. "So, what is YOUR name? Not that I care much..." He asked, finding it increasingly difficult to act the way he normally did around people.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2013 14:01:50 GMT -5
Adrien frowned. An arrogant son of a bitch, wasn't he. Vegeta? Sounded like a vegetable. He was obviously a compeditor. He was either strong with an ego, or simply believed he was stronger. Judging by the way he tried to pull off that arrogance, Adrien guessed it was the later. She pulled down her hood, revealing her face to him. Hair red as fire, eyes a bright olive green made even more so by the black make-up. Her lips were full and kissable, painted red as well. Her skin was pale as ivory, cheeks flushed a soft pink. Adrien moved closer, walking past him, close enough that her honeysuckle perfume would reach him.
"My name is Adrien, though you would do well to forget that," she said cooling, easing past him. She walked over to her locker, boots clicking on the floor as she did so. Adrien didn't understand the need for lockers here, really. It wasn't like any of the combatants needed them. After all, this was a co-ed one. Not like anyone would be changing or showering in here. Finally reaching her locker, she rose a brow. Vegeta's was on one side of her's. Curious. She moved away, sitting on the bench that stretched between the lockers. Inside her head, the voice was prowling, growling. It was hungry. Adrien's hand twitched toward a blade, her finger running up and down the smooth plain.
"You are a Saiyan, correct?" she asked, ready to confirm what she already knew was truth.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2013 21:59:28 GMT -5
When he saw her face, his heart skipped a beat. He didnt expect her to be so beautiful, infact, her beauty was so enticing, it made his cheeks turn a shade of red. As she walked by him, his nose did indeed pick up her perfume. She was so close to him, almost too close for comfort. It was then he heard her name, Adrien. That name popped in his head, as he knew he had seen it before.
"Hmph, seems like we share locker units. I wonder why someone would arrange for us to meet like this..." He said, as he watched her carefully. His eyes, seemed to be locked on her form, but something nagged in the back of his head, telling him to watch out for this girl. "Every rose has its thorns.... What ARE her thorns?" He thought, as he remembered what his mother said to him before they vanished.
"Yes, I am a Sayian... Your not Human, your too beautiful to be a human.... what are you?" He asked, as he strained to keep his blush under control. "Did I say she was too beautiful? Whats wrong with me?" He thought to himself, as his tail wrapped around his waist.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Dec 11, 2013 15:43:28 GMT -5
William Watson Jr., the apparent human, was just minding his own business, sheepishly ducking the massive specimens which wandered the halls, when he ducked into a locker room. Days ago he had been but a thin wristed squirt. Ever since the explosion in the Gamma Slums, he had been infused with more power than he had ever felt or seen before.
However his mentality had yet to evolve concurrently with his power, and despite his strength he was still but a boy. All his life he had lived in fear of brutish men such as these, and all of his time on the Omega Collective he had become adept at escaping their clutches. But now it was all different; now he faced these men head on. It still made him queasy to think about.
“Hello? Anyone here?”
The meek youngster called as he turned a corner from one aisle lockers to another, however as he came around his foot caught on a bag carelessly left on the ground.
“Holy hell!”
He let out as he stumbled forward into a man. The victim was completely unaware as the newcomer fell into him. As young William put his arms out to catch himself, he caught the boy’s head. His momentum, and lack of control over his newfound power, gave the unintentional stiff arm strength and Willie slammed the man’s head into the locker. It made an incredible racket before he crumbled to the floor; unconscious.
“Oh no!”
Looking down at the man seeing stars, William recognized him as the antagonizing competitor he had met in the designated common training area. Grabbing the boy by the shirt he pulled him up and began shaking him, afraid he had hurt the poor creature. Desperate, and panicking, William began slapping him across the face in an attempt to wake him.
“No mommy… Five more minutes…”
The one known as ‘Vegeta’ murmured in a daze. Letting out a sigh of relief, he then began to worry whether he would be kicked out of the tournament for attacking another fighter; despite it being a complete accident. Worrying someone would see he gently shoved the saiyan into his own locker and closed its door; careful to leave it unlocked so he could exit upon waking.
“Phew… I really need to be more careful.”
Taking a deep breath he was instantly intoxicated by the scent of honeysuckle in the air. Turning his head he found a woman who he imagined had been standing there the entire time. The worry rushed back now, as he feared this witness might get him disqualified. He couldn’t afford to be eliminated so earlier; he had to pay his mothers’ medical expenses.
“Uh… Hi… Please don’t tell on me, it was an accident I swear!”
She had a fiery head of hair and skin which appeared as smooth as it was white. Black was added to her face to add mystique, but more than anything, the emeralds beneath her brows caught his breath. There was something dark and brooding about her aura… Yet he couldn’t look away from her beauty. It took him nearly a full minute to realize he had been holding his breath.
Confidence around women was certainly not one of William’s strong points.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 20:59:40 GMT -5
And just like that, all of that 'aloof'-ness vanished and the awkward boy was revealed. It was all she could do not to start laughing. This Vegeta obviously came into this competition and decided to 'reinvent' himself. Into what she could only guess he considered a ladies man to be. It was pathetic really. Before she could answer, something...strange happened. Another man was heard in the locker room, haulting her train of thought. Curious, Adrien could only watch quietly as a man made his way around the corner and tripped. He slammed into Vegeta, an audible clang resonating through the room as skull met metal locker. She blinked, a bit shocked at this. The new comer had just unintentionally bashed the boy's head into the locker and knocked him out cold. Sadly, Vegeta seemed to still be alive if the mumbled response could be any indication.
Adrien watched, amused as the panicking newcomer took Vegeta's body and shoved it into his locker, slamming it behind him. The boy's relief didn't last long as his gaze turned to Adrien. She smirked, using all her willpower not to wave her fingers at him. This boy had come out of no where and saved her quite the headache. Any longer and Vegeta would have been no more. In essence, this boy had just saved his measly life. Her olive gaze locked on his, staring at him silently. When he spoke of his accident, her smirk turned into a full on grin. Crossing her legs, she raised a brow at him.
"Why would I do that? As far as I'm concerned, there's no great loss. Not like you killed him," she answered, shrugging a shoulder delicately. She tilted her head, shot red hair tickling the back of her neck. This boy was interesting, far different from the one he had just knocked out. She continued to stare at him, studying him silently and committing him to memory. She wouldn't snitch on the boy. Really, he did truly save that man's life. The small act of violence had soothed the voice for the most part, leaving it cackling inside of her head. Any longer and there wouldn't be anything left to shove into a locker. She cocked her finger at him, beckoning him closer.
"What is your name?"
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jan 12, 2014 19:05:32 GMT -5
Unbeknownst to the boy, he had unwittingly saved Brandon, or Vegeta, Potter’s life. It was only befitting, given that William was a kind soul that disliked hurting others. Perhaps it was his combination of meekness and heart of gold which rendered him unarmed against the pools of jade which stared him down. As she crossed her legs he nervously adjusted the collar of his shirt.
"Why would I do that? As far as I'm concerned, there's no great loss. Not like you killed him,"
A wave of relief washed over young Willie as he let out a thankful sigh, releasing the angst which had been sitting in the pit of his stomach. However, a new awkwardness settled in as she continued to survey his form. The boy had little interaction with woman due to the amount of time he spent working and caring for his family. With his father gone, the duty had been placed on his shoulders. A burden which only grew as his mother’s health continued to decline.
"What is your name?"
She spoke upon finishing her visual scrutiny; gesturing him forth with one elegant finger as she did. Obeying blindly, he opened his mouth to speak; he found it arid as Earth’s Northern Wastelands. His tongue was heavy; feeling like lead resting at the base of his jaw. Pausing to clear his throat he swallowed hard before trying once more to respond.
“My name is William ma’am. William Watson Jr.”
Immediately he cursed himself for saying ‘ma’am,’ afraid it would insult the youthful vixen which sat before him. One could hardly blame him though, as the woman’s sparkling emeralds were enough to render any man a fool; like an awkward boy talking to a pretty girl, he second guessed everything he said and thought. Clasping his hands behind his back, the boy hid his sweaty palms from view before continuing.
“And your name milady?”
No sooner than the words left him was he kicking himself. Are you kidding me? Milady? Who the hell are you, Lancelot? The boy admonished himself, his features displaying his internal chiding . You idiot!. Clenching his jaw, he hoped he did not embarrass himself or her with his foolish behavior. He felt as if a flower, wilting beneath the sun’s intensity.
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Post by graderr on Apr 1, 2014 20:59:37 GMT -5
Zasham: 426 Zeni gained
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 14:48:33 GMT -5
He was a cutie, this bumbling man before her. He obviously had little experience with woman. Or at least, woman like her. Though, it seemed that was the theme for this day.
"William, hm?" she said, tasting the word on her tongue. The name certainly fit the figity man. He seemed so very unsure of himself. She could tell simply by looking at him that he was shy and awkward. It was cute. Unlike most woman, Adrien didn't even blink at the term 'milady'. Here it may be outdated, but it was a regular thing back on Nor. She always had a little thrill when she told them that she was no lady, nor was she theirs. That always left them a tad shocked and blustering. But with him, she just ignored it.
"My name is Adrien, Adrien La'Moore," she replied, extending her hand for him to shake. Like always, her accent slipped out on her name. Something far away and exotic, recognizable only on Nor. The main reason she trained herself to get rid of it. Uncrossing her legs, she stood. Like with most, her small frame of 5"3 was dwarfed by him. Though what she lacked in height, she made up for in presence.
"So, Will," she said, "Tell me what a sweet thing like you is doing here. This competition isn't exactly pain-free. And judging by how you reacted earlier, you aren't used to giving out pain."
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jun 2, 2014 15:01:02 GMT -5
"William, hm?"
She queried though she was not questioning his honesty. No, it was as if she was repeating the word to hear how it sounded, as if verbally inspecting the name. Meanwhile she continued to visually anatomize the boy, and all so as to dissect the man before her into the sum of his parts. It was quite unnerving, but then again the women’s beauty alone had intimidated him since he laid eyes upon her. Watson resigned to simply be happy she did not take offense or think him a fool for his awkward behavior and speech.
"My name is Adrien, Adrien La'Moore,"
”A beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” William thought to himself dreamily; a daydream cut short as she held out one dainty immaculate hand. An accent escaped when she spoke, one completely unfamiliar to the young boy yet peculiarly alluring. Unlatching his hands from behind his back and carefully, in hopes that she would not notice, dried his right hand on the back of his coat before returning the formal greeting. They had become quite clammy under the seductive scrutiny of her eyes.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss La’Moore.”
Uncrossing her legs, which caused William to immediately avert his eyes with a slight blush, the women stood before the apparent human. While Watson was only slightly above average height, no more than six feet two inches, he still towered over the slender woman by nearly a foot. Yet her aura transcended physical stature leaving the boy feeling as he always did; like the smallest person in the room.
"So, Will, tell me what a sweet thing like you is doing here. This competition isn't exactly pain-free. And judging by how you reacted earlier, you aren't used to giving out pain."
Willie looked to the locker beside him and heard the muffled snores of the tournament competitor within whom he had accidentally knocked unconscious. It was a valid question; what would a man who panics over accidentally hurting someone be doing in a fighting tournament? After all William had never been in a real fight in his life. He had been beaten up and mugged on countless occasions; normalcy within the Omega Collective, but had never fought back. He had learned long ago that the ones who fight back are the ones who end up dead.
“Well you see, Miss Adrien, my mother is very ill. With my father gone it’s everything I can do just to support my little sister and her. This tournament is the only way I can raise the money to get her the treatment she needs.”
William had lost so much, but so did his sister Laura. He could not bear for her to lose another parent anymore than he could himself. It was times like these that he remembered his mother former brilliance. She had been a vibrant woman; fearless and strong. Then the disease ate away at her until she was but a shadow of herself. Willie lingered on the hope that curing her would cause all worries to slip away. With her strength he knew he could accomplish anything.
“Honestly though, I’m not used to causing anyone pain. Until a few days ago my power level has never been above double digits but it was more than lacking the ability; I have seen so much pain in my life, ‘giving’ it to others only serves to remind me of it all…”
They had uprooted their family to move to Alpha Prime because it was the only place where his mother could receive the treatment she required. Then his father died in his arms in a filthy alleyway, just another victim of the faceless phantoms which dwelled in the darkness of the Omega Collective. After that, his mother’s condition only worsened no doubt from losing the love of her life. But if fighting, if ‘giving out pain,’ was what it took to save his family… Then he would do it.
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