06-01-2008, 09:43 AM
“This is it?” her voice sounded in the air, whilst a cool breeze lifted it away to the heavens. She looked upward toward the dark sky, small stars blinked in their existence. The smell of dew filled the air, and a hushed sound could be heard. Overall it was kind of peaceful. The rolling hills filled her eyes, and the wind bent blades of grass before swooping upon her. She took in a deep breath, letting it all in, and then exhaling it all out. She was alone, and she was in the open. Her first thought was to find some sort of refuge. Looking beyond her hillock she saw little more than small boulders and a tree or two, it was barren yet beautiful all the same. “Just like me.” She commented.
She knelt upon the ground, moisture soaked into the fabric against her knees. Regardless, it was refreshing. Her slender hands delved into her pack that had been conveniently placed at her feet. She found mundane food, water, and various other survival supplies. She pulled out a compass and took note of the needle; she figured it would be useful. The map was folded ever so nicely, but she soon did away with that, and held it open in the nightlight. It was hard to read, but she could vaguely make out her position and the areas that were closest to her. She did not see much, night had its hold on the island still, and the hills were rather large to say the least.
Although this was a tournament, she had faith that Raditzu would partner up with her. She did not know how truthful the Saiya-Jin was, perhaps he would fight her. She hoped that was not the case, she needed him if not for his power, then for his support. However, she was not completely useless. She could fight, and she could think. With or without the long haired man, she would find a way to regain her memories.
Eighteen threw on her pack and held the compass in one hand, whilst the map was held within the grip of her other, crumpled. She would head off in hopes of finding Raditzu, shelter, or an enemy. This was a tournament, anything could happen here.
She knelt upon the ground, moisture soaked into the fabric against her knees. Regardless, it was refreshing. Her slender hands delved into her pack that had been conveniently placed at her feet. She found mundane food, water, and various other survival supplies. She pulled out a compass and took note of the needle; she figured it would be useful. The map was folded ever so nicely, but she soon did away with that, and held it open in the nightlight. It was hard to read, but she could vaguely make out her position and the areas that were closest to her. She did not see much, night had its hold on the island still, and the hills were rather large to say the least.
Although this was a tournament, she had faith that Raditzu would partner up with her. She did not know how truthful the Saiya-Jin was, perhaps he would fight her. She hoped that was not the case, she needed him if not for his power, then for his support. However, she was not completely useless. She could fight, and she could think. With or without the long haired man, she would find a way to regain her memories.
Eighteen threw on her pack and held the compass in one hand, whilst the map was held within the grip of her other, crumpled. She would head off in hopes of finding Raditzu, shelter, or an enemy. This was a tournament, anything could happen here.
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DA08 Winner. "Screw them, this was her show now."