Day One: Early Morning

[Kami]

Kami continued running. He'd had a chance to look over the map and knew where he was headed. The moon was slowly making it's way across the sky like a lonesome tear sliding across the blackness of space. The sun was trying to glance over the horizon far off into the distance, still not allowed into it's domain by the decending moon.

He remained focused on the task at hand. He needed to be extra careful in these opening hours. Hitting a big group at this point would be bad news, and he was hoping to avoid some of the anoyances from last year. Hopefully they wouldn't be transported to another plane of existance either - that was never a walk in the park.

The old Namekian found a good spot to take refuge for the moment. He knew fights were breaking out, but hadn't noticed any big blips on the scouter and he hadn't heard anything noteworthy either. Not always a bad thing... he thought to himself.

The gras rustled in the wind, but it looked more like a thousand tiny arms waving around in blizted panic. A disant sound of the ocean surrounding the island was a normally calming sound, but only aided in reminding Kami how alone he really was, and how brutal this tournament could get. The fading moonlight glinted off a white flower before him. Without stopping to think why Kami paused and looked fondly at the flower. Something about it was relaxing, the way the light hit the pedals as they fluttered in the breeze.

His relfection lasted only for an instant, and then he was on the move again. His cloak flowing behind him, Kami ran onward. If he found a building somewhere he might wander around inside, but he wasn't quite sure yet. He hopped over a large rock but didn't miss a stride. A grin with hidden meaning stuck to one side of his face and the wind blew his antenna back as he ran. No stopping me now...