[PS] Barracks

[Deo]

The elevator shuddered with all the anticipation the participants were most likely feeling deep down in their bones, at least, the ones that had a valid reason to be here. There was always the few fighters that thought they had the entire contest under their hat and were only here to stroke their own egos, get that extra bit of fame and act cool under the pressure of battle, down talking and sizing everyone else in comparison. Shallow people only achieve shallow victory, but hey. They were shallow, what did they care? His breath heaved out as the elevator ascended...or descended, he wasn't sure, and it didn't really matter in the end. Up or down, it was probably going to be an arm pit, probably cramped, full and uncomfortable. Maybe they planned to irritate all the fighters before the match and get some killed off before the games even began. Get rid of the boring cannon fodder that way, keep only the people that can stand toe to toe with the super powers around.

Was he even on that level? Was he the ant or the boot in this whole set up? In comparison, he knew some of these fighters were almost twenty times his better as far as raw power went, even if he had mastered the true powers his tail gave him. The feeling of accomplishment was soon washed away by a feeling of annoyance. While he had risen a few steps, other's had risen a flight. While he had ascended a peak, other's had passed over the mountain top. It was disheartening, and most would either ignore it and be satisfied with their accomplishment, or give up. But that wasn't the way he was built, physically, mentally or emotionally. Those more powerful then him weren't road blocks, or something that made him feel less about himself. They were targets, stepping stones for him to surpass, walls for him to break through, and he would. There would be blood, fists soaked in it, feet swimming in it. Blood was the wine of war, and he planned to get shit faced.

As the almost unnoticeable momentum of the elevator ceased, the Saiyan realized the elevator attendant had been talking to him the entire time he had been standing there lost in thought. There was a sigh from the attendant as he realized this, and began to re-state the explanation. "We're heading to the Barracks, where you can rest, check your equipment that's been given, and..." The man placed his hand to his face, covering his mouth from sight as he let out a snicker. "Make a strategy." There was a momentary chortle, which received no response from the Saiyan. It soon died out and the man cleared his throat, placing his hand to the switch at the wall.

Metal scrapped metal, like rusty gates opening, and the Saiyan stepped off the lift, snatching the gift basket from his 'tour guide'. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his vision was dead center as if strapped with blinders on either side of his head. He ignored the sounds of the various low level muscle heads as they jostled each other, head butting for some position of superiority without actual combat involved. Ego versus Ego. His fingers twisted around the strap of the bag he had been given, maneuvering to a bed of his own. Six. He hadn't placed and specific strategy to his position of sleep, if he even planned to spend that much time there.

A small airborne camera floated near him, twisting around the air like a gnat. A baseball sized, mechanical, whirring, clicking, blinking gnat. The noises it produced echoed louder as the lens twisted to focus on the less then giddy male. The continuous blinking of that red recording light casting a slight glow upon his features. His upper canine clicked against he lower as his jaw twitched a few times, annoyance clear in his features. His arm was a blur of motion as he snatched up the camera, fingers digging into the metallic hull. The once consistent whir and click now sounding similar to a squealing VHS tape being stripped.

He clicked his tongue, a female's hollar echoing over his shoulder, and the angered barks and roars of a few no name aliens followed. Some sort of protest against her claim of certain victory, a few words like 'bitch', 'whore' and 'monkey skank' were heard. Kol snorted, tossing the camera over his shoulder absentmindedly, his attention drifting towards his survival pack. A loud clunk did catch his attention however, and he turned to the sound of cursing from that same female's barking of rage at being struck by something so stupid.

Kol placed the survival pack in his lap, and cheeked his tongue as he grinned for the first time in a while. "...so that's your weakness?...broken cameras?" He quipped, his tail giving an energized twitch. "You'd better hope they're recording with satellites then, shouldn't you, powder puff?" His question didn't expect an answer, and he just slid back in his cot, arms raised behind his head, his tongue poked out between his lips at the woman.