05-18-2007, 11:43 AM
OOC: This post is continued from HERE.
?Come this way, Miss Zangya.?
?Hmm??
Zangya had been staring off into space just minutes before. Her mind had wandered back to her life before the competition. She had been an assassin, a murderer for hire. She wondered if that would all change throughout the competition. After all, it was a competition about killing your opponents?or, as they put it, dying after them?and she wondered if the competition would really succeed in changing her outlook on life at all. She?d entered the game just for fun, but would she actually go through a learning experience?
?I said, come this way,? she heard faintly as the perky voice of her attendant interrupted her train of thought. The woman was like the receptionist back at sign-ups; blonde hair, a happy-go-lucky appearance, and a truly optimistic personality. She shouldn?t be working at this competition.
?Oh, yes, of course,? Zangya replied dreamily, situating her bag on her shoulder more as the attendant led the way out of the winch-held lift. The pair entered the barracks, and Zangya looked around in delight to see that, in fact, she was the seventh one there. One of the other occupants, however, seemed to already be in a slumber; the raven-haired being seemed rather tired, and looked quite peaceful, as well. He donned the appearance of a human, but Zangya could tell better?mainly because his name was written on a plaque below his number. ?Android Seventeen? was his name. A cyborg; Zangya believed that that was interesting. Next, the Ader spotted several alien beings. Two which looked like Changelings, Icers if you will; they seemed to be related, as well, and then one blue man. There was also an elderly man standing about near the Changelings. Also, there was a green man, darker skinned than her; he seemed to look very Namekian, but Zangya could tell that he wasn?t. Lastly, there was a rotund pink man, with spikes jutting out from his body occasionally along his arms and head.
?Here you are,? the receptionist spoke bubbly, ?Is there anything else you?ll need??
?No,? Zangya replied, ?Nothing for now, Abby.? In the short time that they?d been together, Zangya was satisfied that she?d at least been smart enough to look at the woman?s name tag. She felt it common courtesy to call people by their names; even if they were your enemies. But Abby was certainly not that.
?Alright,? Abby replied, ?Have a good night.? And with that, she left.
?I?m sure I will,? Zangya said, after she was gone. The Ader walked down the aisle of beds, noticing the android was on number twenty-three. Zangya found hers?number nineteen?and sat down on the not-so-comfortable mattress. Dissatisfied already, she shook her head, and then looked down to see a trash can with a note attached to it. It read:
Smiling, Zangya reached under the bed to find a rucksack, and she dropped her carry-all into the trash can. The trash can fell into the floor as a hole opened up, and then closed in it. Unzipping the bag, Zangya peered down into it at the contents. Everything seemed to be in order with what Abby had told her. Zangya then pulled out a set of dog tags?one that read the number ?19? on it, and the other that read her name, ?Zangya?, on it. Number nineteen?this was going to be fun. With that, Zangya stuffed the bag under her bed and then laid back to relax on her uncomfortable mattress.
OOC: Zangya's keeping to herself right now, so if you want to try to pester her, she'll probably snap at you. However, I'm fine if you do that, so interact as you wish; just make sure to show her slight sense of sinistry and impatience for the competition to begin when you do so.
?Come this way, Miss Zangya.?
?Hmm??
Zangya had been staring off into space just minutes before. Her mind had wandered back to her life before the competition. She had been an assassin, a murderer for hire. She wondered if that would all change throughout the competition. After all, it was a competition about killing your opponents?or, as they put it, dying after them?and she wondered if the competition would really succeed in changing her outlook on life at all. She?d entered the game just for fun, but would she actually go through a learning experience?
?I said, come this way,? she heard faintly as the perky voice of her attendant interrupted her train of thought. The woman was like the receptionist back at sign-ups; blonde hair, a happy-go-lucky appearance, and a truly optimistic personality. She shouldn?t be working at this competition.
?Oh, yes, of course,? Zangya replied dreamily, situating her bag on her shoulder more as the attendant led the way out of the winch-held lift. The pair entered the barracks, and Zangya looked around in delight to see that, in fact, she was the seventh one there. One of the other occupants, however, seemed to already be in a slumber; the raven-haired being seemed rather tired, and looked quite peaceful, as well. He donned the appearance of a human, but Zangya could tell better?mainly because his name was written on a plaque below his number. ?Android Seventeen? was his name. A cyborg; Zangya believed that that was interesting. Next, the Ader spotted several alien beings. Two which looked like Changelings, Icers if you will; they seemed to be related, as well, and then one blue man. There was also an elderly man standing about near the Changelings. Also, there was a green man, darker skinned than her; he seemed to look very Namekian, but Zangya could tell that he wasn?t. Lastly, there was a rotund pink man, with spikes jutting out from his body occasionally along his arms and head.
?Here you are,? the receptionist spoke bubbly, ?Is there anything else you?ll need??
?No,? Zangya replied, ?Nothing for now, Abby.? In the short time that they?d been together, Zangya was satisfied that she?d at least been smart enough to look at the woman?s name tag. She felt it common courtesy to call people by their names; even if they were your enemies. But Abby was certainly not that.
?Alright,? Abby replied, ?Have a good night.? And with that, she left.
?I?m sure I will,? Zangya said, after she was gone. The Ader walked down the aisle of beds, noticing the android was on number twenty-three. Zangya found hers?number nineteen?and sat down on the not-so-comfortable mattress. Dissatisfied already, she shook her head, and then looked down to see a trash can with a note attached to it. It read:
Personal belongings are of no need
So please be wise that my words you heed
Drop your things in this can
More await you in the master plan
Under your bed, you will find
A bag of toys, but please keep in mind:
DANTE?S ABYSS 2007 HOLDS NO LIABILITY FOR ANY INJURIES CAUSED BY THESE
So please be wise that my words you heed
Drop your things in this can
More await you in the master plan
Under your bed, you will find
A bag of toys, but please keep in mind:
DANTE?S ABYSS 2007 HOLDS NO LIABILITY FOR ANY INJURIES CAUSED BY THESE
Smiling, Zangya reached under the bed to find a rucksack, and she dropped her carry-all into the trash can. The trash can fell into the floor as a hole opened up, and then closed in it. Unzipping the bag, Zangya peered down into it at the contents. Everything seemed to be in order with what Abby had told her. Zangya then pulled out a set of dog tags?one that read the number ?19? on it, and the other that read her name, ?Zangya?, on it. Number nineteen?this was going to be fun. With that, Zangya stuffed the bag under her bed and then laid back to relax on her uncomfortable mattress.
OOC: Zangya's keeping to herself right now, so if you want to try to pester her, she'll probably snap at you. However, I'm fine if you do that, so interact as you wish; just make sure to show her slight sense of sinistry and impatience for the competition to begin when you do so.