05-16-2006, 10:30 AM
Bardock pushed open the door to the sign ups in his usual, forceful manner. It was difficult to suppress a smile. He couldn?t resist the draw. The animal inside was being beckoned, summoned. It wouldn?t be right to refuse. It would go against his very nature. The room was crowded with other hopeful participants, mostly all saiyans. This was, after all, planet Vegeta. The bid was practically offering crack to a junkie. Patience was only just afforded by Bardock to wait his turn. He folded his arms over his chest.
?Next,? the attendant called.
The black-haired brawler stepped forward, exuding nothing but confidence. His face held a subtle look of amusement, as if he knew something others did not.
?Welcome to sign-ups. We?re going to have to go through a short registration process in order to submit your application. Only forty-four contestants will be admitted to compete. They will be transported to an island on the planet Dante. That is all we may disclose at this time,? the staff informed.
?I know the game,? he said calmly, bringing his eyes up slowly to meet those of the attendant.
?Name??
?Bardock.?
?Okay, we?ll need a picture for viewer reference.?
He turned to face the cameraman with the same look of casual coolness, yet the glimmer in his eyes betrayed the soul within. The flash briefly illuminated the room before the photograph was digitally registered to the device. Without a word, Bardock returned his gaze to the interviewer.
?Next, and lastly, we need a brief video displaying fighting talent. This is very important, so give it your all.?
Once more, the saiyan turned towards the recording equipment, only this time he rotated his entire body. That of cold malice quickly replaced his relaxed visage. The fighter brought his arms up into an, ?X? formation, letting his fingers fan out and lowered his chin. Within the blink of an eye, he thrust his elbows down, igniting his hands as he clenched them into fists. Bardock let them rest for a moment, allowing the motion to sink in, dark eyes staring directly at the camera lens. The bronze bruiser then began to move his fists in lightning fast motions, leaving nothing to see but brilliantly blazing trails of orange and yellow fury. The demonstration came to an end as he sank his left arm behind his waist and brought his right fist up in front of his face. Bardock slowly opened his palm like a blossoming flower, extinguishing the flame and gesturing towards the viewer. When the tape cut, he dropped his limbs to his sides and resumed his original expression and position.
?That about wraps things up. You?ll be taken under consideration. Please step into the teleportation tube,? the attendant gestured as he began to fill out paperwork.
Bardock?s feet moved in the direction of the transportation machine. It was time?time to go back. Dante?s Abyss was waiting for him. Once the barrier was crossed, there was no going back. His life was signed away. Bardock strode forward without hesitation. Inches before his body reached the mechanism, the saiyan permitted himself a single grin of pure, sadistic pleasure.
?Next,? the attendant called.
The black-haired brawler stepped forward, exuding nothing but confidence. His face held a subtle look of amusement, as if he knew something others did not.
?Welcome to sign-ups. We?re going to have to go through a short registration process in order to submit your application. Only forty-four contestants will be admitted to compete. They will be transported to an island on the planet Dante. That is all we may disclose at this time,? the staff informed.
?I know the game,? he said calmly, bringing his eyes up slowly to meet those of the attendant.
?Name??
?Bardock.?
?Okay, we?ll need a picture for viewer reference.?
He turned to face the cameraman with the same look of casual coolness, yet the glimmer in his eyes betrayed the soul within. The flash briefly illuminated the room before the photograph was digitally registered to the device. Without a word, Bardock returned his gaze to the interviewer.
?Next, and lastly, we need a brief video displaying fighting talent. This is very important, so give it your all.?
Once more, the saiyan turned towards the recording equipment, only this time he rotated his entire body. That of cold malice quickly replaced his relaxed visage. The fighter brought his arms up into an, ?X? formation, letting his fingers fan out and lowered his chin. Within the blink of an eye, he thrust his elbows down, igniting his hands as he clenched them into fists. Bardock let them rest for a moment, allowing the motion to sink in, dark eyes staring directly at the camera lens. The bronze bruiser then began to move his fists in lightning fast motions, leaving nothing to see but brilliantly blazing trails of orange and yellow fury. The demonstration came to an end as he sank his left arm behind his waist and brought his right fist up in front of his face. Bardock slowly opened his palm like a blossoming flower, extinguishing the flame and gesturing towards the viewer. When the tape cut, he dropped his limbs to his sides and resumed his original expression and position.
?That about wraps things up. You?ll be taken under consideration. Please step into the teleportation tube,? the attendant gestured as he began to fill out paperwork.
Bardock?s feet moved in the direction of the transportation machine. It was time?time to go back. Dante?s Abyss was waiting for him. Once the barrier was crossed, there was no going back. His life was signed away. Bardock strode forward without hesitation. Inches before his body reached the mechanism, the saiyan permitted himself a single grin of pure, sadistic pleasure.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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