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Post by Kinoko on Nov 13, 2006 19:43:39 GMT -5
One word for you to make use of your surroundings: sand. Any possible meaning of that word, and that means your surroundings. Use it to the fullest. Good luck.[/size] [glow=silver,2,300]...walking this road without you... remaking forgotten promises... and meet you at road's end... [/size][/b][/glow][/center]
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Kelly (kellflan)
Congrats, I may not hate you completely right about now.....
Believe it!!11
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Post by Kelly (kellflan) on Nov 14, 2006 18:54:11 GMT -5
Darron tried repeatedly to swallow his heart back down to its proper place as some pink haired monkey led him through a dark tunnel. Stumbling slowly with one hand against a warm, cracked stone wall, Darron wondered when they would actually arrive and when he would have this whole shebang over with. He licked his dry lips and hoped the gel would keep his hair from frizzing.
Maybe it's leading me to a van where I'll be kidnapped and won't have to fight after all...
Sadly, it was not. Bright light hit him like a badly positioned flashlight and welcomed him into the circular arena, built of a sandy stone and flooded with sand. Great. A giant sandbox. At the very least, the grains would not be able to wiggle in between his toes. A galoshes-covered toe scudded lightly across the sand in front of him.
The monkey abruptly disappeared back into the darkness of the tunnel, leaving Darron on his own and leaning against the side of the tunnel hesitantly. Luckily, the crowd was much thinner than he thought. I hope they don’t expect too much of me. Where's..? There, in the summer green sunhat and corduroy overalls, his grandma looked completely out of sorts from her usual black. He winced at this; he was wearing black, meaning he would become extremely overheated very quickly. Darron gave a quick glare up at the sky.
Stupid sky making it too hot, stupid grandma making me battle. Why do I have to battle anyways? I don’t *want* to be a ninja. I’m terrible. Divinité! More likely to be dead-ninja.
“DARRON!” He winced as his grandmother’s voice cut through the hazy air. “You think bad thoughts! Get esteem! GET OUT THERE, LAZY BOY.”
*Of course* she can read my thoughts. Get out of my thoughts, grandma.
Besides, why bother leaving the nice shade of the tunnel when his opponent had not even arrived? Seemed like a waste of time…
Do they have water stands? He vainly swiveled his head around the tunnel opening, as if there really would be a jolly cartoonish water stand in the middle of an arena. No one had given him a chance to have breakfast yet either. Darron scowled and rubbed his face. Okay, standard ninja procedure time. One, check weapons.
He pulled out his oar and checked for any nicks. Forget authentic ninja weapons, next Christmas he was asking for a machine gun. Next, his cards -- a quick ruffle, they were all there. Bodkin? Yup.
Weapons all there. Okay…um. Sanity? Slightly loose but hopefully all there. All limbs and whatnot in one piece? Maybe they’d stay that way, with a truckload of luck. Okay. You can do this. Yeah. Breath in. Breath out. One, two, three, four…
A moment later he jolted back awake from his light snooze. The almost-ninja slid down into a cross-legged position against the wall in the hopes of calming his heart down. Forget water, do they have a paper bag, perchance?
Darron took off his gloves and wiped his shaking hands against his knees. I’m getting way too nervous about this. I can do this. I can win. Right. It’ll be okay, maybe they’ll go easy cause I’m just a kid. Yeah. He breathed deeply a few more times. This is worse than that final I didn’t study for, back in ninja school. How he wished he was still in ninja-school, panicking over a dumb test instead of a potentially life-threatening battle.
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Post by Kinoko on Nov 16, 2006 18:15:02 GMT -5
Oh boy, an invitation to some peculiar competition? Why invite her when they know all she's going to do is make it into a bloodfest, ne? She sneered, baring irregularly sharp incisors that betrayed her otherwise humanoid appearance. Wonder why they decided to send this by mail so it didn't arrive until the last minute? Pathetic morons.
She crumpled the costly stock-card paper invitation in a perfectly formed pale hand and threw it over her shoulder, completely missing the discard bin by a large margin. She was littering. But did she care? You sure as hell bet she didn't.
She took a couple of steps out of the alleyway, then as if she had just remembered she had other modes of transportation that didn't happen to require walking or the expenditure of money, she snapped her fingers and she was gone. Just like that. Leaving a nonplussed little boy to blink at the empty spot and wonder if sugar really was bad for him, like Mommy said.
Considerably less than a second past the time when she had brought her fingers together, she found herself in a sweltering desert. Luckily, she didn't have any body heat to begin with or some random loser would find himself losing a couple of limbs. Now... where was her opponent supposed to be...?
./OOC;` It's all yours, Kelly. ^^ Astound me. ^^[/size] [glow=silver,2,300]...walking this road without you... remaking forgotten promises... and meet you at road's end... [/size][/b][/center][/glow]
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Kelly (kellflan)
Congrats, I may not hate you completely right about now.....
Believe it!!11
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Post by Kelly (kellflan) on Nov 19, 2006 21:27:49 GMT -5
OOC: Wow, a fan. *beams*
Darron winced as a supremely bright someone appeared into existence a bit like popcorn.
I need sunglasses, was his first thought as he squinted thoughtfully at the red and white lady. His second thought, which happened when the rest of his brain caught up with him, was holy crap that's my opponent. I'm gonna die. He rubbed his hands together.
There was an escape to this...right...? No one would notice, surely, if he just turned around, quickly, and ran away as fast as he could?
Just as he was turning to make his exit, a crumpled piece of paper bounced off his head harshly.
"Ow!" He exclaimed loudly, before he winced. Maybe she didn't hear me...yeah..
He smoothed out the college-ruled notebook paper on his knee. In chicken scratch he barely could read the message:
Stupid boy, GET OUT THERE AND FIGHT! Or no dinner for a week. -Your Loving Grammy
Darron glared up to his smirking grandmother in the stands, before squinting back at who he had deemed Scary Shiny Lady. He huffed irritably before stomping out to greet her, wiping his hands on his pants while he walked. Maybe they could just have a friendly Rock-Paper-Scissors match?
"Um..." He instantly lost his courage and began shuffling back and forth. His fingers came together in short pokes, as if confirming both sides of his body were still intact. His brain rapidly turned to mush from standing out in the sun and in the bright glare of the lady before him. Darron turned to automatic-polite mode. "Hi. My name's Darron, what's yours?"
Then he winced again and realized maybe that wasn't the proper introduction to your opponent in a battle arena.
OOC: Translation for Granny's note: Stupid boy, GET OUT THERE AND FIGHT! Or no dinner for a week. -Your loving granny.
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Post by Kinoko on Nov 26, 2006 17:47:48 GMT -5
./OOC;` She's wearing red and black and sorry I haven't posted... I was in Hawaii and internet decrepit... Err... We have another forfeiture... So your new opponent's gonna be OmegaFalcon. Do you mind? ^^"[/size] [glow=silver,2,300]...walking this road without you... remaking forgotten promises... and meet you at road's end... [/size][/b][/center][/glow]
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Post by Kinoko on Nov 27, 2006 18:30:37 GMT -5
./OOC;` Ok, I'm back, I'm still your opponent. Hurr. XD
Very lucky she couldn't feel the searing heat. Or the person in front of her- wait. Was that supposed to be her opponent? She raised a fine brow at his introduction,
"Whatever do you need my name for? Appelations are hardly necessary for you to lose blood," she examined the human before him coldly and turned her gaze to the stands where she was receiving a couple of extremely bloody thought processes involving her incapacitation or no dinner for a certain someone-
"You?" she scoffed, lips curving into a perfect sneer, "Boy, your even your grandmother has more fighting spirit than you," she scoffed, waving at his grandma sarcastically, "Lovely woman, isn't she?"[/size] [glow=silver,2,300]...walking this road without you... remaking forgotten promises... and meet you at road's end... [/size][/b][/glow][/center]
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