05-26-2006, 12:33 AM
?They couldn?t even wait for morning?? the blue-eyed man growled as he kicked his way through the foliage. Not for the first time, he found himself regretting joining this contest. Stopping for a moment, the red-haired male took time to dig through the duffle bag he was given. For the most part, it was a disappointing event. However, one item in particular caught his eye, causing the psychopath to grin in anticipation. ?Now that?s what I call a weapon!? Laughing, he laid it down on the ground and attached the scouter to the side of his temple.
Zipping the bag back up, Blue picked up his weapon and continued on. Ahead of him, loud voices caught his attention, so the trained warrior made his stealthy way closer. In a clearing ahead of him were two men, men he had met during his brief stay in the VIP quarters. At the time, the sapphire-themed man had thought them friends, but the way they were acting spoke of the opposite. Remaining in the bushes, the blue-eyed fighter decided to see how this played out before acting.
Moments later the battle was over, a short, grisly affair in which the chubby saiyan had died. It seemed?. Wrong. Why would he kill his friend? However, Blue wouldn?t receive his answer just yet, for after a brief conversation, the strange man turned tail and ran. Snorting his disapproval, Conroy muttered softly something offensive about cowards and walked over to Buukin?s corpse. ?You should?ve picked better allies, pal.?
That said, the blue-eyed fighter searched the dead warrior for anything of value. Hey, he might feel sorry for the guy, but that doesn?t mean Blue?s going to leave something useful on the body. Sadly, the traitorous Silver had taken the rations with him, leaving only a paper fan. ?What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?? Roy asked the corpse, receiving only a blank stare. Still even dead, Buukin was more lively than that damned store clerk.
Dropping the insignificant item onto the warrior?s chest, Blue bid him adieu and moved on through the jungle.
Zipping the bag back up, Blue picked up his weapon and continued on. Ahead of him, loud voices caught his attention, so the trained warrior made his stealthy way closer. In a clearing ahead of him were two men, men he had met during his brief stay in the VIP quarters. At the time, the sapphire-themed man had thought them friends, but the way they were acting spoke of the opposite. Remaining in the bushes, the blue-eyed fighter decided to see how this played out before acting.
Moments later the battle was over, a short, grisly affair in which the chubby saiyan had died. It seemed?. Wrong. Why would he kill his friend? However, Blue wouldn?t receive his answer just yet, for after a brief conversation, the strange man turned tail and ran. Snorting his disapproval, Conroy muttered softly something offensive about cowards and walked over to Buukin?s corpse. ?You should?ve picked better allies, pal.?
That said, the blue-eyed fighter searched the dead warrior for anything of value. Hey, he might feel sorry for the guy, but that doesn?t mean Blue?s going to leave something useful on the body. Sadly, the traitorous Silver had taken the rations with him, leaving only a paper fan. ?What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?? Roy asked the corpse, receiving only a blank stare. Still even dead, Buukin was more lively than that damned store clerk.
Dropping the insignificant item onto the warrior?s chest, Blue bid him adieu and moved on through the jungle.