05-22-2006, 08:07 AM
Yeah, he?d messed up again. What else was new?
He was about to indulge himself with another glass of his beloved drink when two Syntex officials stepped up to where he was seated, one grabbing him on the shoulder.
?Bardock?? he said roughly.
Bardock gave a mock smile and removed the hand from his shoulder. ?Don?t touch me.?
?Congratulations, sir, you are contestant number fourteen in this year?s Dante?s Abyss. Please come with us,? the staff announced without missing a beat, no enthusiasm in his voice.
The saiyan stood up, a smirk crossing his face. He gave a gesture of farewell to Raditzu, and grabbed his glass, motioning to the waitress. ?I?m taking this.?
By the time they arrived at the designated location, the glass was empty. Bardock gazed at the VIP lounge, a large room with numerous beds assembled inside. The Syntex guard handed him a bag labeled with his number, and the saiyan returned the bestowment by handing him his glass. ?Here, hold this.?
With that, he proceeded to find his bed. Locating number fourteen quickly, he flopped down on the end, beginning to rifle through the bag. There was a tag on the outside describing its contents: two day supply of bread and water; compass; map; scouter; weapon. This was news. He knew they were all given a scouter, but not a weapon. He was also more than upset that he was supposed to live off bread and water for two days. These people were cruel to his voracious appetite. Bar glanced inside to check exactly what his weapon was, and upon discovery, closed it up with a grin. Then he casually tossed his duffel to the side of the bed, falling backwards and tucking his hands underneath his head. Now was a good time to rest and make mental preparations. Out of curiosity, he craned his head over to see who was nearby. Sitting down on thirteen was someone who was deeply engrossed in conversation?with Goku Junior. He quickly turned the other way, not wanting to engage in another discussion with the half pint version of himself. Bardock didn?t even get a good enough look to recognize who number thirteen actually was?had he his reaction would have been a little bit different. Jerking his head the other way caused him to spy someone he did recognize on number fifteen: blonde hair, sulky, no energy signature. He raised his voice, now oblivious to the pair behind him.
?Well you look absolutely thrilled to be here,? he called over to Eighteen, only half expecting a response.
OOC: I see you. @_@
He was about to indulge himself with another glass of his beloved drink when two Syntex officials stepped up to where he was seated, one grabbing him on the shoulder.
?Bardock?? he said roughly.
Bardock gave a mock smile and removed the hand from his shoulder. ?Don?t touch me.?
?Congratulations, sir, you are contestant number fourteen in this year?s Dante?s Abyss. Please come with us,? the staff announced without missing a beat, no enthusiasm in his voice.
The saiyan stood up, a smirk crossing his face. He gave a gesture of farewell to Raditzu, and grabbed his glass, motioning to the waitress. ?I?m taking this.?
By the time they arrived at the designated location, the glass was empty. Bardock gazed at the VIP lounge, a large room with numerous beds assembled inside. The Syntex guard handed him a bag labeled with his number, and the saiyan returned the bestowment by handing him his glass. ?Here, hold this.?
With that, he proceeded to find his bed. Locating number fourteen quickly, he flopped down on the end, beginning to rifle through the bag. There was a tag on the outside describing its contents: two day supply of bread and water; compass; map; scouter; weapon. This was news. He knew they were all given a scouter, but not a weapon. He was also more than upset that he was supposed to live off bread and water for two days. These people were cruel to his voracious appetite. Bar glanced inside to check exactly what his weapon was, and upon discovery, closed it up with a grin. Then he casually tossed his duffel to the side of the bed, falling backwards and tucking his hands underneath his head. Now was a good time to rest and make mental preparations. Out of curiosity, he craned his head over to see who was nearby. Sitting down on thirteen was someone who was deeply engrossed in conversation?with Goku Junior. He quickly turned the other way, not wanting to engage in another discussion with the half pint version of himself. Bardock didn?t even get a good enough look to recognize who number thirteen actually was?had he his reaction would have been a little bit different. Jerking his head the other way caused him to spy someone he did recognize on number fifteen: blonde hair, sulky, no energy signature. He raised his voice, now oblivious to the pair behind him.
?Well you look absolutely thrilled to be here,? he called over to Eighteen, only half expecting a response.
OOC: I see you. @_@
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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