05-20-2006, 11:16 PM
It was a beautiful day in the big city, the sun was shining and everyone was smiling. Well, everyone except for Blue, who was the perfect picture of stoic patience. Anyone who knew him would find this unusual, as he had a very short fuse. This was true, and inside Conroy boiled a sea of rage, hotter than the sun itself. Luckily, he held these feelings in check, deciding that a public display of rage would be inappropriate at that time.
The line he stood in stretched for blocks and hadn?t moved at all in his three hours of waiting. Every so often, Conroy would peer around the large man in front of him and gauge the length. This would only further feed his anger, so that very soon the psychopathic fighter stopped doing so altogether.
It had begun early that morning, as Blue made his rounds through the city, looking for prospective victims. Instead, he?d happened upon the line and, upon investigation, learned that a tournament was to be held in the near future. It was one of the final days of sign-ups as well, and a tournament this big was sure to have some strong fighters. To say the least, the color-themed warrior was excited, that is until he was actually in line.
Taking another peek around the behemoth in front of him, Blue?s face lightened a tad when he saw motion in the line. And quickly faded when he noticed it was moving backward. It was the final straw; the flame-haired man would take no more.
?You?ve got to be fucking kidding me!? he shouted, stepping from his place in line. ?What the hells going on here?? The blatant use of language and volume of his voice exposed Blue?s internal condition, but he didn?t care. That was when he saw why he hadn?t gotten any closer to the head of the line, as a man simply stepped into the middle instead of going to the end.
Face contorting into a mask of rage, Blue burst out, ?That?s it! I ain?t waiting no more!? and stormed to the sign-up desk. A pale-complexioned man gave him a glance, then went back to filling out paperwork while saying, ?Sir, you?re going to need to wait for your turn.? Conroy simply shot the man a glare that almost caused a bowel movement, then spoke in a no nonsense voice. ?Fuck that. You?re signing me up now.?
Clearing his throat and regaining his composure, the desk-jockey looked towards the line and the mass of people who were glaring holes into the back of Blue?s neck. ?Well, I?ll need your name, a little information on what you can do, and a demonstration of your fighting skills. I?m sure that man will be happy to help you with the latter,? the slim worker said calmly while gesturing to his antagonist?s right and affixing a scouter to himself.
Without further ado, Blue turned to face the same large brute that was standing in front of him in line. He could have been a clone of Bacterian, minus the stench, but that didn?t worry the flame-haired fighter. Lost in his anger, Conroy only felt the desire to erase this person from existence. So when the goliath swung at him with a powerful left hook, the ex-military killer wasted no time in countering with an energy blast to the face.
As the Bacterian wanna-be staggered backward, Blue reached out, took hold of his arm, and threw him like a wrecking ball into the rest of the line, which fell like dominoes. It?d be funny, if he wasn?t so pissed-off. The attendant was speechless, until a glare sent him scribbling away at the forms before him.
?Ok, everything is in order. Step into the tube behind me and it?ll take you to Dante. Oh, and have fun.? A faint smirk graced the secretary?s lips as Blue followed his directions, making the fighter wonder just what was in store for him.
The line he stood in stretched for blocks and hadn?t moved at all in his three hours of waiting. Every so often, Conroy would peer around the large man in front of him and gauge the length. This would only further feed his anger, so that very soon the psychopathic fighter stopped doing so altogether.
It had begun early that morning, as Blue made his rounds through the city, looking for prospective victims. Instead, he?d happened upon the line and, upon investigation, learned that a tournament was to be held in the near future. It was one of the final days of sign-ups as well, and a tournament this big was sure to have some strong fighters. To say the least, the color-themed warrior was excited, that is until he was actually in line.
Taking another peek around the behemoth in front of him, Blue?s face lightened a tad when he saw motion in the line. And quickly faded when he noticed it was moving backward. It was the final straw; the flame-haired man would take no more.
?You?ve got to be fucking kidding me!? he shouted, stepping from his place in line. ?What the hells going on here?? The blatant use of language and volume of his voice exposed Blue?s internal condition, but he didn?t care. That was when he saw why he hadn?t gotten any closer to the head of the line, as a man simply stepped into the middle instead of going to the end.
Face contorting into a mask of rage, Blue burst out, ?That?s it! I ain?t waiting no more!? and stormed to the sign-up desk. A pale-complexioned man gave him a glance, then went back to filling out paperwork while saying, ?Sir, you?re going to need to wait for your turn.? Conroy simply shot the man a glare that almost caused a bowel movement, then spoke in a no nonsense voice. ?Fuck that. You?re signing me up now.?
Clearing his throat and regaining his composure, the desk-jockey looked towards the line and the mass of people who were glaring holes into the back of Blue?s neck. ?Well, I?ll need your name, a little information on what you can do, and a demonstration of your fighting skills. I?m sure that man will be happy to help you with the latter,? the slim worker said calmly while gesturing to his antagonist?s right and affixing a scouter to himself.
Without further ado, Blue turned to face the same large brute that was standing in front of him in line. He could have been a clone of Bacterian, minus the stench, but that didn?t worry the flame-haired fighter. Lost in his anger, Conroy only felt the desire to erase this person from existence. So when the goliath swung at him with a powerful left hook, the ex-military killer wasted no time in countering with an energy blast to the face.
As the Bacterian wanna-be staggered backward, Blue reached out, took hold of his arm, and threw him like a wrecking ball into the rest of the line, which fell like dominoes. It?d be funny, if he wasn?t so pissed-off. The attendant was speechless, until a glare sent him scribbling away at the forms before him.
?Ok, everything is in order. Step into the tube behind me and it?ll take you to Dante. Oh, and have fun.? A faint smirk graced the secretary?s lips as Blue followed his directions, making the fighter wonder just what was in store for him.