[PS] Barracks

[Celipa]

The elevator was scummy in Celipa's opinion, but she hadn't come to this competition for comfort. Standing next to a zoned out Bujin Celipa took in her surroundings carefully. The transformation from the bubbly and innocent saiyan to killing machine Celipa had taken place in an instant and here she stood in the elevator, a constant flow of adrenaline giving her an almost surreal feeling. The competition had set in and she knew that it was no more fun and games.

A swarthy man in red waiter clothing operated the buttons of the elevator. He had a serious face and a take-no-shit attitude that made her reluctant to make conversation with him. His explanation of where he was taking them had consisted mostly of the word 'barracks' and an incoherent muttering. Celipa's thoughts were that he was a kill first and ask questions later kind of guy. The two didn't make good bed-mates. But before she had made a more solid opinion on the man the elevator had come to a shuttering and gut-wrenching halt. Then, they were both being ushered off.

Celipa and Bujin found themselves gazing from the elevator threshold into a military-esque setup of fourty four beds lined up on each wall. This made her even more on edge, as those meandering about didn't look very friendly. Celipa leaned in towards Bujin, her mouth by his ear.

"It looks like things are going to be fierce. I think we ought to stake out some beds."

Bujin shrugged. "Ok," was the best he could muster as a response.

As a pair of soldiers and no longer players of a game, Bujin and Celipa made their way to seperate beds. Celipa's bed was bed number four, which obviously was made to correspond with her assigned Dante's Abyss number. She felt as if there was now a weight on her shoulders with the officiality of it. Cameras were setup here and there that she could see...this was all going to be broadcast. She, number four, would have to win over her fanbase.

What better place to start then here in the barracks?

The saiyaness stood atop her bed and cupped her hands around her mouth. She took a deep breath and shouted out at the top of her lungs.

"I'M GOING TO WIN THIS FUCKING THING!" she bellowed loudly. "AND ANY OF YOU WHO THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME, THIS IS FOR YOU!"

She uncupped her hands from her mouth and proudly flipped the bird to the room at large. The saiyan also made sure that the cameras could catch a good view of her finger gestures, so that the viewers at home knew exactly what message she was trying to convey.

She was here to win.