05-12-2007, 07:39 AM
Doma took his time walking all of the steps up to the nearest room he had seen available to the open public. He heard the sounds of electronics and could detect a faint electronic hum in this direction, so he headed there in hopes of finding a place to gather information and meditate before the big competition.
The large, spacious room was already occupied by many other competitors, large and tall, wide and thin, light and dark. Many of them seemed to be steeling themselves for the competition ahead, while some just seemed to be taking the opportunity to lounge around. A select few, however, didn't have the funds to funnel into the bar or arcade, so they just chatted to one another about how well they thought they would each do.
Doma found a nice, quiet spot to sit down at, on a bean bag in the corner of the room. His back was to a wall, which he felt was the safest in an unknown environment, and took out a small book he had in his pocket. Opening it up and leafing through several pages that already had words written on it in a tongue unfamiliar to all but maybe a select few in the room, stopping when he found a blank page. Opening his palm, a pen popped out of nowhere and he began writing in it.
He was so engrossed in whatever he was writing that he had not noticed when one of the patrons of the bar had come up on him, trying to look over his shoulder. The man smelled strongly of alcohol, so much that anyone would know he was drunk even if they missed the flushed cheeks and the glazed expression in his eyes. The man wore a grease-stained T-shirt with the kanji for 'Bad' on the front and he was leering uncomfortably close to Doma by the time the young elf noticed.
"Umm, excuse me sir, could you please back away a little bit?" he asked, turning his eyes back to his book as if expecting the man to comply immediately. The look on the large oaf's face was that of curiousity, slowly changing into a look of rage as it finally dawned on him that his looming so closely to the young man was an unwelcomed advance.
Stumbling off and muttering something under his breath, the man staggered away to bother someone else, leaving the busy little elf to finish his writing, put the pen in his spot in the book, then put it back in the small bag at his waist. Leaning back, he rested his hands in his arms and watched the people around him. Despite having such an eagerness to learn about these new people, he was very tired from his trip and could only sigh with the regret of the lost opportunity as his eyelids became too heavy to bear and he fell into a light slumber.
The large, spacious room was already occupied by many other competitors, large and tall, wide and thin, light and dark. Many of them seemed to be steeling themselves for the competition ahead, while some just seemed to be taking the opportunity to lounge around. A select few, however, didn't have the funds to funnel into the bar or arcade, so they just chatted to one another about how well they thought they would each do.
Doma found a nice, quiet spot to sit down at, on a bean bag in the corner of the room. His back was to a wall, which he felt was the safest in an unknown environment, and took out a small book he had in his pocket. Opening it up and leafing through several pages that already had words written on it in a tongue unfamiliar to all but maybe a select few in the room, stopping when he found a blank page. Opening his palm, a pen popped out of nowhere and he began writing in it.
He was so engrossed in whatever he was writing that he had not noticed when one of the patrons of the bar had come up on him, trying to look over his shoulder. The man smelled strongly of alcohol, so much that anyone would know he was drunk even if they missed the flushed cheeks and the glazed expression in his eyes. The man wore a grease-stained T-shirt with the kanji for 'Bad' on the front and he was leering uncomfortably close to Doma by the time the young elf noticed.
"Umm, excuse me sir, could you please back away a little bit?" he asked, turning his eyes back to his book as if expecting the man to comply immediately. The look on the large oaf's face was that of curiousity, slowly changing into a look of rage as it finally dawned on him that his looming so closely to the young man was an unwelcomed advance.
Stumbling off and muttering something under his breath, the man staggered away to bother someone else, leaving the busy little elf to finish his writing, put the pen in his spot in the book, then put it back in the small bag at his waist. Leaning back, he rested his hands in his arms and watched the people around him. Despite having such an eagerness to learn about these new people, he was very tired from his trip and could only sigh with the regret of the lost opportunity as his eyelids became too heavy to bear and he fell into a light slumber.