05-17-2008, 06:30 PM
“DANTE’S ABYSS 2008 SIGN-UPS NOW OPEN!”
With these words, the trampling of feet throughout Southern City all turned in one direction—towards the sign-up building. The people of the metropolis all wanted to be involved in such a climactic annual event, but most of them knew their hopes were far from becoming reality. Only forty-four people would be accepted into Dante’s Abyss 2008, and everyone knew that most of them would be fighters that had already competed in the reality show before. They could always try, though.
One of these veteran fighters was Zangya, who, at the time, would be signing up if she had not been, well, preoccupied. She moved light on her feet, attempting to lose the quartet of policemen that seemed to have it in for her—and for what? An arson that they couldn’t prove she committed purposefully? Their motives were skewed, it seemed, and so Zangya’s mind was on getting away from their clutch. So far, she had managed to evade them—what about now?
The cunning woman cinched her chance to escape as she rounded a sharp corner. Upon escaping from the sightline of her pursuers, she leaped up and grasped the windowsill of the building she had been running alongside. She clambered her way towards the top, but was not quick enough—the officers still caught up with her. “Get down, now, Zangya, or we will shoot!” She could hear rustling of the people across the street, and simply scoffed at the police’s request, and continued climbing.
“Never!” she cried dramatically, and as the first bolts of ki emerged from their rifles, she dodged them effortlessly in succession. The officers were dumbfounded as their enemy slid from her perch onto the ground below, and then taunted them with her unguarded stance. They aimed and fired once more, but again, the alleged arsonist evaded their attacks. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, the agile woman crossed up into a close range fight with one of the policemen, and jabbed him in the cheek violently.
“Are you getting this?” she heard someone yell from across the street, but it was no matter—she assumed it was a news man. So, she kept on with her assault, this time leaping back just a bit and taking aim at her second target. Sighing heavily, the Ader closed her eyes, and searched his mind for his fear—and what she found was quite ironic. He feared ever committing a crime. Perhaps that’s why he was a policeman. So, taking leave to use this information, she readied herself.
“ARMOR OF SCREAMS!” she yelled out, and around her formed a whirling mass of black ki, shielding her from outside attacks. The aura that surrounded her suddenly took the form of the policeman, dressed in street clothing, aiming and firing a gun. “Murderer!” Zangya yelled, making eye contact with her target, and suddenly the policeman collapsed to his knees. The Ader sped up and felt around for her dagger—and then, discovering it, slammed it into the fearing man’s gut, freeing him of a life of fear.
Somehow, the dagger made its way to the other two policemen. Zangya broke from her shield to tear into one man’s throat, and blood began pulsing out like a gory waterfall. The last policeman stepped back in fear, but Zangya was not about to let him escape, oh, no. She sped towards him, and thrust the blade into his gut as well. Feeling finished, she slipped the dagger back into the folds of her robe and sighed. Abruptly, she heard a voice from across the road call for her. “Hey, lady!”
She turned, and saw the Dante’s Abyss sign-up booth. The man who was standing there was beckoning her forward, so she complied. She stepped over to the desk, and was told to fill out some forms. “You’ve got potential, lady,” the man said, and directed her to the teletube once she had everything filled out. Zangya looked around for Odd as he pushed her back towards the tube, but her friend was nowhere to be found. She tried to get the man to wait, that she had to find her friend, but he insisted.
Within seconds, Zangya had been whisked off to the planet Dante. At last, she had escaped the gentle plane of planet Earth, and was now being thrust into the rough grip of Dante.
OOC: 733 words. Shorter than last year, to say the least.
With these words, the trampling of feet throughout Southern City all turned in one direction—towards the sign-up building. The people of the metropolis all wanted to be involved in such a climactic annual event, but most of them knew their hopes were far from becoming reality. Only forty-four people would be accepted into Dante’s Abyss 2008, and everyone knew that most of them would be fighters that had already competed in the reality show before. They could always try, though.
One of these veteran fighters was Zangya, who, at the time, would be signing up if she had not been, well, preoccupied. She moved light on her feet, attempting to lose the quartet of policemen that seemed to have it in for her—and for what? An arson that they couldn’t prove she committed purposefully? Their motives were skewed, it seemed, and so Zangya’s mind was on getting away from their clutch. So far, she had managed to evade them—what about now?
The cunning woman cinched her chance to escape as she rounded a sharp corner. Upon escaping from the sightline of her pursuers, she leaped up and grasped the windowsill of the building she had been running alongside. She clambered her way towards the top, but was not quick enough—the officers still caught up with her. “Get down, now, Zangya, or we will shoot!” She could hear rustling of the people across the street, and simply scoffed at the police’s request, and continued climbing.
“Never!” she cried dramatically, and as the first bolts of ki emerged from their rifles, she dodged them effortlessly in succession. The officers were dumbfounded as their enemy slid from her perch onto the ground below, and then taunted them with her unguarded stance. They aimed and fired once more, but again, the alleged arsonist evaded their attacks. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, the agile woman crossed up into a close range fight with one of the policemen, and jabbed him in the cheek violently.
“Are you getting this?” she heard someone yell from across the street, but it was no matter—she assumed it was a news man. So, she kept on with her assault, this time leaping back just a bit and taking aim at her second target. Sighing heavily, the Ader closed her eyes, and searched his mind for his fear—and what she found was quite ironic. He feared ever committing a crime. Perhaps that’s why he was a policeman. So, taking leave to use this information, she readied herself.
“ARMOR OF SCREAMS!” she yelled out, and around her formed a whirling mass of black ki, shielding her from outside attacks. The aura that surrounded her suddenly took the form of the policeman, dressed in street clothing, aiming and firing a gun. “Murderer!” Zangya yelled, making eye contact with her target, and suddenly the policeman collapsed to his knees. The Ader sped up and felt around for her dagger—and then, discovering it, slammed it into the fearing man’s gut, freeing him of a life of fear.
Somehow, the dagger made its way to the other two policemen. Zangya broke from her shield to tear into one man’s throat, and blood began pulsing out like a gory waterfall. The last policeman stepped back in fear, but Zangya was not about to let him escape, oh, no. She sped towards him, and thrust the blade into his gut as well. Feeling finished, she slipped the dagger back into the folds of her robe and sighed. Abruptly, she heard a voice from across the road call for her. “Hey, lady!”
She turned, and saw the Dante’s Abyss sign-up booth. The man who was standing there was beckoning her forward, so she complied. She stepped over to the desk, and was told to fill out some forms. “You’ve got potential, lady,” the man said, and directed her to the teletube once she had everything filled out. Zangya looked around for Odd as he pushed her back towards the tube, but her friend was nowhere to be found. She tried to get the man to wait, that she had to find her friend, but he insisted.
Within seconds, Zangya had been whisked off to the planet Dante. At last, she had escaped the gentle plane of planet Earth, and was now being thrust into the rough grip of Dante.
OOC: 733 words. Shorter than last year, to say the least.
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When you're dancing her dance, you don't stand a chance
Her grip of romance makes you fall!
So you think, might as well dance a tango to Hell
At least I'll have tango'd at all!