05-21-2007, 08:35 PM
Reading. Gah. Bardock hated reading. Fortunately, he was done. No more reading. Damn reading. Although he was a meathead, he made careful sure to absorb all of the information. The attendant returned to reshelf the electronic article.
More contestants had arrived. All of the unoccupied beds were beginning to fill. Bardock was careful to observe his competition until he felt he had gotten a good enough read to move on to the next persons. This would help him form his strategy. He needed to know how to move, how to think, how to act. One man versus forty-four was going to be a difficult task. There was security in numbers, but he had no trust for anyone this time around.
A chorus of voices erupted from some of the more belligerent contestants who wanted to make their presence known. The cameras were eating it up. Bardock inwardly shook his head in disgust. They were sounding off their arrogance, their overconfidence, and ultimately, their fear. Anyone who needed to speak their superiority with words over actions would never last.
The sly eagle hides his claws.
The saiyan kept his poker face, even as he glanced at the clock on the wall. There was very little time before the game was to begin. His shifty eyes darted around the room once more. The reporters had cleared and moved on to other contestants. The fighter?s brow twitched. Bra moved towards her number. He forced himself to look away. That absolution came and went a long time ago. Died when their alliance was broken.
No friends. Only enemies, he convinced himself. You kill them or they kill you.
He couldn?t afford to lose focus. Survival was his only goal. Nothing else.
You?re the killer. You?re the hunter. You?re the killer. You?re the hunter, he drummed. Smarter. Stronger. Faster. Better.
His thoughts narrowed to these single concepts. Visualize to win.
You?re the killer. You?re the hunter. Smarter. Stronger. Faster. Better. You?re the killer. You?re the hunter. Smarter. Stronger. Faster. Better.
More contestants had arrived. All of the unoccupied beds were beginning to fill. Bardock was careful to observe his competition until he felt he had gotten a good enough read to move on to the next persons. This would help him form his strategy. He needed to know how to move, how to think, how to act. One man versus forty-four was going to be a difficult task. There was security in numbers, but he had no trust for anyone this time around.
A chorus of voices erupted from some of the more belligerent contestants who wanted to make their presence known. The cameras were eating it up. Bardock inwardly shook his head in disgust. They were sounding off their arrogance, their overconfidence, and ultimately, their fear. Anyone who needed to speak their superiority with words over actions would never last.
The sly eagle hides his claws.
The saiyan kept his poker face, even as he glanced at the clock on the wall. There was very little time before the game was to begin. His shifty eyes darted around the room once more. The reporters had cleared and moved on to other contestants. The fighter?s brow twitched. Bra moved towards her number. He forced himself to look away. That absolution came and went a long time ago. Died when their alliance was broken.
No friends. Only enemies, he convinced himself. You kill them or they kill you.
He couldn?t afford to lose focus. Survival was his only goal. Nothing else.
You?re the killer. You?re the hunter. You?re the killer. You?re the hunter, he drummed. Smarter. Stronger. Faster. Better.
His thoughts narrowed to these single concepts. Visualize to win.
You?re the killer. You?re the hunter. Smarter. Stronger. Faster. Better. You?re the killer. You?re the hunter. Smarter. Stronger. Faster. Better.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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Pass you by, good-bye to you=_
Pass you by, good-bye to you=_