05-29-2007, 11:00 PM
Jeice hadn?t anticipated the trials and tribulations the so called game would bring with it, the wear and tear that it does to you mentally and physically. He felt his movements beginning to get sluggish as time went on. The sleep deprivation was getting to him, but he knew he had to stay on his toes while the others were awake. He sized up the new additions to his team with judgmental eyes, he had his doubts about trusting them, but it was hard to trust anyone on the island. The only two people he trusted were the two people he entered the game with.
The new faces seemed to be trustworthy, but he knew nothing was certain on the island. His eyes shifted to the small green alien he had hatched. The saibaman seemed to be in its own world as it scurried between the members of the group, looking behind trees and bushes as if it were looking for an opponent. The red warrior had been just as eager to fight. He wanted to exterminate another contestant as brutally as he could, far from his usual intentions, but he figured the more blood that was spilled early on would mean the less days on the island.
Then it hit him, his face went blank as he stared at the crew he had been traveling with. It dawned upon him that if they made it to be the last fighters left, they would have to turn on each other. He began to play out in his head who betray who, who would be the first one to kill one of his own, or who would lay himself down to allow his teammate to advance. Jeice knew it would be difficult to make any sort of attack on the bald human or the one eyed saiyan; he viewed them as friends after the last day. If he would be traveling with the new additions for long he was sure his feelings towards them would change as well, in a positive or negative way.
He didn?t want to think about it. His head jerked upward to gaze at the cloud covered sky. He didn?t know how long he had been on the island, only that he had spent one night. A sense of time was unnecessary on the island anyway, the only thing that truly mattered was hunting and killing the other combatants scattered across the island. A rumbling started in the pit of his stomach due to hunger, his hand stretched across it as if to relieve the pain. He reached around to his bag and quickly pulled out a carrot he had picked from the farm. Specs of dirt rested on the outer skin of the vegetable, Jeice didn?t seem to mind as he quickly bit a large chunk of it off.
His own thoughts secluded him from the conversation that the rest of the group had been having. He was planning on what he would do to the next person they came in contact with that dared to oppose them. The sadistic images flashed through his head as he bit away at the dark orange carrot.
?Hey, I?m talking to you.? Yamu?s voice quickly snapped him back to reality.
He swallowed the remaining pieces in his mouth. ?Sorry, what?s up??
?You looked like you were in a trance.? The bald warrior said as his lips stretched into a grin. ?I was just saying it looked like S-man was eager to fight somebody.?
?Yeah, hopefully he will come in handy next time we run in to someone.? Jeice replied as he watched the small green alien jump around.
The new faces seemed to be trustworthy, but he knew nothing was certain on the island. His eyes shifted to the small green alien he had hatched. The saibaman seemed to be in its own world as it scurried between the members of the group, looking behind trees and bushes as if it were looking for an opponent. The red warrior had been just as eager to fight. He wanted to exterminate another contestant as brutally as he could, far from his usual intentions, but he figured the more blood that was spilled early on would mean the less days on the island.
Then it hit him, his face went blank as he stared at the crew he had been traveling with. It dawned upon him that if they made it to be the last fighters left, they would have to turn on each other. He began to play out in his head who betray who, who would be the first one to kill one of his own, or who would lay himself down to allow his teammate to advance. Jeice knew it would be difficult to make any sort of attack on the bald human or the one eyed saiyan; he viewed them as friends after the last day. If he would be traveling with the new additions for long he was sure his feelings towards them would change as well, in a positive or negative way.
He didn?t want to think about it. His head jerked upward to gaze at the cloud covered sky. He didn?t know how long he had been on the island, only that he had spent one night. A sense of time was unnecessary on the island anyway, the only thing that truly mattered was hunting and killing the other combatants scattered across the island. A rumbling started in the pit of his stomach due to hunger, his hand stretched across it as if to relieve the pain. He reached around to his bag and quickly pulled out a carrot he had picked from the farm. Specs of dirt rested on the outer skin of the vegetable, Jeice didn?t seem to mind as he quickly bit a large chunk of it off.
His own thoughts secluded him from the conversation that the rest of the group had been having. He was planning on what he would do to the next person they came in contact with that dared to oppose them. The sadistic images flashed through his head as he bit away at the dark orange carrot.
?Hey, I?m talking to you.? Yamu?s voice quickly snapped him back to reality.
He swallowed the remaining pieces in his mouth. ?Sorry, what?s up??
?You looked like you were in a trance.? The bald warrior said as his lips stretched into a grin. ?I was just saying it looked like S-man was eager to fight somebody.?
?Yeah, hopefully he will come in handy next time we run in to someone.? Jeice replied as he watched the small green alien jump around.
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