06-07-2007, 01:57 AM
"Mr. Raditzu. Excuse me, Mr. Raditzu."
Over the course of what seemed like hours, the saiyan warrior Raditzu slowly opened his eyes. The afternoon sun would have been glaring down at him -- and he would be glaring back -- but a thick cloud of fog obscured the sky. Off to his left, he was vaguely aware of a voice calling him. The only thing he had a view of was the fog directly above him, since he was sprawled out on his back. If he didn't answer soon, he doubted it would stop.
"Guh... what?" Rad tried to roll onto his side, but the intense pain flaring through most of his body convinced him to stay still.
"They're almost read for you, sir."
Normally, people would tilt or turn their heads to change their view, Rad simply let his fall to one side. Even before transforming, his energy was at an all-time low between hunger and his lack of sleep. Regardless, the saiyan's immediate view was filled by a pair of ankles. A woman's, he hoped, since the feet attatched were clad in a pair of strappy sandels and adorned with a coat of pink polish.
His eyes slid up the woman's legs, past a grey skirt and up to meet her eyes. Rad was thankful that she was bending over to get a closer look at him, otherwise he would have had to move his head in order to see her face; moving was definitely not on the top of his to-do list. Woman reach out and prodded his shoulder with the cap of her pen.
"Please sir, I need you to get up and follow me."
"Tuh... bleh'rrr gulhg?" Even Rad was surprised by his incoherence as he tried to speak. The saiyan swished his mouth several times, then spit out a disgustingly long stream of blood followed by a tooth and a half; the woman either didn't notice or didn't seem to care. Taking in a slow breath, he tried again. "Tch... where 're we goin'?"
"Where are we going?" the woman repeated. She seemed shocked by the idea that he even needed to ask. "Its time for your interview."
Over the course of what seemed like hours, the saiyan warrior Raditzu slowly opened his eyes. The afternoon sun would have been glaring down at him -- and he would be glaring back -- but a thick cloud of fog obscured the sky. Off to his left, he was vaguely aware of a voice calling him. The only thing he had a view of was the fog directly above him, since he was sprawled out on his back. If he didn't answer soon, he doubted it would stop.
"Guh... what?" Rad tried to roll onto his side, but the intense pain flaring through most of his body convinced him to stay still.
"They're almost read for you, sir."
Normally, people would tilt or turn their heads to change their view, Rad simply let his fall to one side. Even before transforming, his energy was at an all-time low between hunger and his lack of sleep. Regardless, the saiyan's immediate view was filled by a pair of ankles. A woman's, he hoped, since the feet attatched were clad in a pair of strappy sandels and adorned with a coat of pink polish.
His eyes slid up the woman's legs, past a grey skirt and up to meet her eyes. Rad was thankful that she was bending over to get a closer look at him, otherwise he would have had to move his head in order to see her face; moving was definitely not on the top of his to-do list. Woman reach out and prodded his shoulder with the cap of her pen.
"Please sir, I need you to get up and follow me."
"Tuh... bleh'rrr gulhg?" Even Rad was surprised by his incoherence as he tried to speak. The saiyan swished his mouth several times, then spit out a disgustingly long stream of blood followed by a tooth and a half; the woman either didn't notice or didn't seem to care. Taking in a slow breath, he tried again. "Tch... where 're we goin'?"
"Where are we going?" the woman repeated. She seemed shocked by the idea that he even needed to ask. "Its time for your interview."
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