[PS] Undrafted Meeting Grounds

[Bujin]

Bujin sighed reclusively as he sat on the couch, trying to avoid a lot of attention. He was casually thumbing through the papers that had been handed to him, taking note of every minor detail. To an outside mind, the blue man would have looked to be quite the study while in reality, he was just finding out what he had gotten himself into.

?This is what I signed up for?? He said to himself out loud, and then glanced to both sides of him, ?It kind of sounds a bit?stupid.?

After all, they were signing up for a free war. They were about to kill each other for fun, as well as the amusement of others. Everything about it smelled fishy. It was violent, it was vile; it was perfectly despicable in every way. However, the more that Bujin thought of it, the more he began to realize how perfect it was for him. They even had chips.

Shrugging, he tossed aside his folder and sat awkwardly, eyeing everyone that was in the room. Everyone was perfectly formal and friendly to each other. It seemed to be a false front, however, as they all had to have known that while they were deep in cordial discussion now, they could possibly end up trying to murder the other in the blink of an eye.

Bujin sighed and tried to ignore the inhabitants of the room, and began to focus on the room itself. It was gigantic, for lack of a better word. It was obviously built to contain the massive amount of participants, and it seemed to be built to feed them, too. The best of all, however, was the large televisions that sat in front of every couch.

?I love T.V.!? he shouted with a childish sort of glee. Jumping up in sheer haste, he began to franticly search around for a remote. His hands passed a number of coasters and chip bowls, but nothing that even pertained to the shape of a remote was found. Sitting back with a sigh, however, revealed that he was sitting on it the entire time. It also revealed what was jabbing him in the back for so long. Kicking back, he flipped on the visual contraption and started to randomly search for a station to not pay attention to while he was secretly looking at everyone else.

I love this place?

OOC: Just your average run-of-the-mill OOC attachment. Go ahead and approach Bujin if you want.