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 Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 3:21 pm
Sandals stop in front of the hotel, someone in a summer outfit standing before the media. It was a tall boy with a lanky body, wearing jean shorts, a red buttoned-up vest, and a hat on the top of his head, black bangs falling from it. His eyes were large, yet they held more of a silent composure than one of the usual cute status. And his mouth was pretty large, even with it closed. Though he was lanky, he held some muscle features along his legs and arms, so he probably wasn't as weak as he looked.
He had already grabbed the attention of the media and anyone else standing around, even though he was not a competitor in the tournament. But since the media were tired of having people walk past them without knowing whether they were in the tournament or not, mics and cameras were already pointing at the new boy.
"Huh?" He stared at the people as they pointed their cameras at him, questions already coming at him.
"Are you participating in this year's GTB?"
"What's your name?"
"If you are fighting, are you going to fight just as you are? There has been some people walking through with some scary weapons."
And then a large grin comes to the kid's face, his hand fixing his hat.
"Hahaha! No, I'm not in the tournament, but the chef of my pirate crew is!"
"Pirate?! Whose the person that's in this tournament?"
"Sanji, of course! Didn't he just walk past here a moment ago? Yellow hair, cigarette in his mouth."
And that is when the news reporters sweatdropped, remember the person who fit that description. But the kid was so naive, continuing to smile.
"Who are you," one of the male reporters ask.
"My name is Monkey D. Luffy, captain of the Strawhats! And soon, I'm going to be the King of the Pirates!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 3:28 pm
Following after Luffy will be a man with three swords held at the right of his waist. He wore a white short-sleeve shirt that fit kind of tight, revealing easily the form of his muscled torso. Around his waist is a green sash. Following, he wears somewhat loose pants, and shoes on his feet. And his hair is a light green, short yet a little rough in appearance, showing he wasn't quite a man for glamor and looks, but more of the athletic type who cared only for getting stronger.
The attention Luffy was getting made him only raise a brow, but it worried him because anyone who knew who they were would probably decide to go after the bounty that was on their crews' heads. However, what better way to get better and stronger than fighting more bounty hunters that just happen to come their way? This trip may not be a total snooze fest, after all. He still did not get why Sanji entered into this thing, and further why himself did not enter for the sake of testing his skills, but he supposed for himself, it was to keep out of the public view, and for Sanji.....well, he didn't figure why Sanji wanted to yet, but he was going to question him thoroughly once they go to his room.
"I don't know about you, Luffy," Zoro says into his captain's ear. "But I think we should leave the reports to those fighting in this tournament, don't you think?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 3:32 pm
"Hm? Oh, right."
He waves to the people trying to get news on him. "Sorry, guys, but we have to get going."
Stepping forward, he just walks through the crowd of reporters, entering into the hotel. He looks about for a moment, noticing how nice this place looked, but his eyes were further searching for Sanji. But with no luck, he just goes forward to the stairs. He didn't know about the elevators, mainly cause he never seen one in his life. But stairs, now those were something he was familiar with.
"He said the eleventh floor," Luffy mutters to himself. "That means eleven flight of stairs, huh?" He then grins largely. "Easy."
Already, he was running up the steps, counting as he bypassed each number that came up.
"Two....three....four...."
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 3:34 pm
Zoro only followed after Luffy, yet he decided to take the elevator instead of the stairs. Unlike Luffy, he wasn't solely confined to the sea life, so he knew the different technologies this world held. With a ding, the door closed and up he goes.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 5:37 pm
And like any other participants in this tournament, the literally unknown swordsman popped into view just outside the doors of the hotel, breathing in ragged breaths and panting as if he'd just ran the marathon four times over. To an extent, it was that horrible; having walked throughout the entire journey by foot instead of taking the bus or car or any other forms of transportation has left him in a state of exhaustion.
And traveling for a few days straight without proper food or rest...
The swordsman could only shudder involuntarily in disgust, not wanting to remember what price he had to pay just to get to this damn forsaken place. At least the service here would probably be better than the HoH tournament a few months back, hopefully.
Ah well.
Just as he was hauling his tired body back up, some reporters were pushing their way past, trying to catch a glimpse of the other, more flashy participants coming in in their corvettes or some high-quality vehicle, acting like snobbish fools or some rich assholes with ridiculous powers.
"Oof!"
One of the camera man nearly knocked the tired swordsman off balance, and straining to keep himself from falling he leaned against the wall nearby, finding the whole state of ordeal wholly unnecessary for the sake of this competition. Media broadcasters? News TV?
To hell with all those things clicking their little shutter and trying to kiss a** on the participants walking by.
The swordsman, breathing out a low sigh, slowly crept up to the desk, ignoring the whole commotion of all the reporters outside waiting for some charming individual to walk in.
"Avan Doleres Snow. Participant in this tournament...Room 506, I believe." The swordsman muttered, glancing down when he saw the slight disgust in the receptionists eye.
After all, he hasn't taken a shower nor kept himself tidy for the past few days.
Grabbing the key before the receptionist tried to act polite in front of him, the swordsman wandered off to the pool, deciding to take a quick shower there while letting himself enjoy - just briefly if possible - a moment of bliss...
Before he himself is eclipsed by the more notoriously known fighters around here.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:58 pm
So at this point the young dhampir had spent the entire day literally lurking every sight or place of entertainment. Even the arena where he'd be fighting had been examined. Heh.
So now there wasn't much left to do. And he currently sat upside down on his ceiling cross legged. Hair and cape hanging lazily as he himself simply meditated. Or, at least a form of it.
Whatever it was when one cleared the mind and explored the purest form of themselves. No outside clutter.
Then, rather suddenly. The young man just vanished. His body a flutter of movement before he was gone.
Leaving the same figure to stand next to his bed. Holding the phone as he dialed room service. A single ring and a young women's voice came on the line.
"Five bloody steaks.."
"And two bottles of blood if thats possible.."
"What?..no..Human.."
"Great..Thank you.."
And with that. Dinner would arrive shortly. Flutter. Once again, Matthew was upside down on the ceiling. Exploring all the technique he had available to him for this tournament. All four of his wolves lounged around in varius places fitting to there sizes.
Marut, the X polar bear sized one was one the bed, pretty much sagging the thing to the floor. Zharim the lion sized one was draped over a love seat. Luggal the normal one on the floor. And Agalin the bear sized jet black lanky one was sprawled out around Luggal. All of them very content on a vacation.
They had been hunting all sorts of creatures daily for something like five years now.
That said a little something about that young man lazing on the ceiling. Dispite his age and appearance, he was quite experienced in combat.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 8:10 pm
A man clad in armor, but little else would be seen walking up the road to the hotel. With each step, a clanking noise would be made as his amulet clashed against his breast-plate. The sword at his waist would be moving gently back and forth as he progressed and a smile was on his face. He was in a tournament, one that had a ridiculous fame about it. He was glad to be able to enter, and he would do his best to make his presence known. He was sure there would be a fair share of strong combatants, so he would take no enemy lightly. He would do his best in every fight, and if he lost, so be it.
As he neared the hotel entrance, he noticed a large crowd of reporters and media gathered there. He sighed and continued to walk forward, his cloak covering his left arm and half of his face. He didn't want the media attention just yet. They were annoying rats who liked to tell lies to the public. Brain-washers in his opinion. He was nearing the door when suddenly, reporters jumped in front of him and shoved microphones in his face. The flash of camera's went off and all he heard was the loud roar of too many idiotic questions aimed at him.
He was tempted to just kill them all, but decided against it. He didn't want to get messy yet. He just shoved them aside without a word and went to the front desk.
"Hi, Rei Claybourne. I'm in the tournament. Room 444." He ended with a polite smile and when he was presented with the room key, he nodded and walked off, heading for his room. He was tired and wanted to get some rest before the tournament officially began.
It was sure to be a long and dangerous road.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 7:21 am
Unlike all the other participants, this one was not bothered by the camera crews, nor the loud-mouthed reporters; yet, even so, the nearby flashes were getting on his nerves. He could feel it wearing at his mind, the never-ending feeling that he should lunge into the camera crews and kill each and every one of them, however, he resisted. When people began to look his way, he simply opened his jaw, bearing his over-sized teeth. Whoever had turned to look at first quickly looked back for someone else to interview, and that's when the beast stepped closer to the front door of the hotel.
His skin was rugged, cracked, many scars adorning the light-colored flesh. This whole thing was definently not the ogres cup of tea, and everyone would soon find that out as soon as he went to step into the door and almost clipped his head on the door. The ogre was 11'3" tall, and the doorway was a bit taller, due to it being a grand hotel, but nonetheless, it agitated him. Even more was he agitated when someone walked up to him with a look of fear on their face and handed him what looked like a piece of paper coated in plastic. On the back of the plastic-coated paper was a number, a number of which Korag could not read.
Pissed, Korag held the card up to the nearest human, which happened to be a bell-boy standing within the door, and with a shaky voice told Korag that he was in room three hundred. With a nod, the beast lifted one of his long arms over his head and placed a giant hand on the steel rod hanging off his back, the metal ball resting about midway down his back. That would be Korag's weapon of choice for this tournament, and he knew how to use it. So, it began; Korag was agitated and was there for five minutes. Now Korag was wandering through the hotel looking for room 300, and unless helped, he probably wouldn't find it. He couldn't read human numbers or letters, afterall.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 2:38 pm
"Thanks," Deitric grunted to the valet that had carried his bags for him. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a handful of coins, passing them off to the kid before the valet left him alone in his room. He picked up the bag for a moment, weighing in his hand. Heavy, like it should of been. Had to make sure everything was still there.
Satisfied with his inspection, he turned his eyes to the room around him. It was nice. Smaller than the room at the Crimson Hawk, but then again, that room had been made to hold a team. It was still plenty big - probably bigger than he was really comfortable with.
Nice place. Fully stocked. All sorts of stuff I can use and probably end up breaking.
Deitric grunted as he placed his bag on the floor, digging his clothes out to hang them up before unzipping the bottom of the bag. There was a secondary compartment. He pulled out the package there, wrapped in thick cloth to keep someone from noticing it.
Let's see if he got the order right..
Deitric pulled away the cloth, opening the small box afterwards. Sitting inside were two tomahawks, the axe-heads glinting in the room's lightning. He could even see his own reflection in the mirror-finish, as warped as it was. He hefted up both of the weapons, both looking as if they had been carved from a single hunk of steel - no seams, no breaks. The handle was engraved up and down it's length, with the exception of the rubber-like substance that made up the grips. They were different than his old tomahawk. More modern, sleeker, but with the same functionality. After a few swings, he decided that he couldn't complain.
Without another word, the warrior set the two weapons criss-crossed at the small of his back, the hafts shoved into his belts to keep them in place before he turned on his heel to go explore the hotel.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 4:57 pm
+Suite 400+
Slipping the key card through the slot for it Jack pushed open the door and walked into his suite. It was pretty small, compared to his Crimson Hawk Suite, but this one was for only himself. Now there were no team mates to hold him back, this was him against the rest. This time, he wasn't going to lose so easily, he was gonna ******** win this thing and bring back the title! No man, monster, or demon will stand in his mother ******** way.
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Dropping the bag he carried with him on the bed Jack stretched his arms and back a bit. The taxi ride was pretty s**t actually. He would proably do better walking or some s**t. After working out the kinks Jack unzipped his bag to look what was inside, and probably to take it out. He first pulled out a leather Jacket with only the right sleeve left. Upon the shoulders of this Jacket were red shoulder pads, small ones like you see on army jackets. Taking this Jacket he walked over to the nearby drawers and put it in the top draw.
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Returning to the bag again he pulled out a pair of leather pants, matching the Jacket he had previously. Instead around the thigh and calves were red lines going around the pants. And he would then put those in the top draw aswell. Those two pieces of clothing are the main thing in his fighting 'suit' of sorts. A black and red pair of leather pants and a Jacket, seen before in the Heaven or Hell Tournament.
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After putting those things away Jack pulls out a pack of cigarettes, Marlboro reds. And with that he tosses the bag to the side and heads out onto the deck of his place. Once there he pulls out a cigarette and puts it in his mouth. He then clicked his thumb upon his middle finger before doing the thumbsup sign. Upon his thumb now was a burning hot flame. Putting the thumb up to the cigarette he inhaled then exhaled. Time to waist some time...
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 8:55 pm
Saphen entered the hotel quietly but of course with all the paparazzi not many fighters would be left to their own devices. Saphen's dark blue hair cascaded down each side of his face with similar colored eyes staring at the few cameras now currently in his face.
"Who are you? Are you one of the entertainers for the hotel?" asked a reporter who noted his mandolin strapped to his back and made a clever assumption but this time her keen eye failed her.
"No ma'am I am sorry to say I am not an entertainer in the fashion you take me for. I am a participant in this tournament."
The reporter looked confused and exchanged glances with her cameraman, who inturn shrugged and zoomed the camera in on his concealed face.
"Well then surely you can tell us something about yourself?" The reporter inquired happily turning to the camera to mention a few things about the tournament and it's "interesting" characters.
"Surely," replied he "I am Saphen it is a pleasure." The reporter blushed happily as he bowed to her and lifted his body back up once more.
"Do you play any music?! Surely you need to play for us!" The reporter got excited turning to the cameraman to point out the mandolin for a shot they could use for later editing.
"I am afraid I can't do that."
"Why not!" said she who was now severely disappointed in him.
"Because I value your well being," he replied with a mischievous laugh before walking away from them.
The two stared at him some what confused but with her intelligence she recovered making some joke about rock stars and their egos but this was not the case.
Saphen knew it would be unwise to draw attention to himself this early in the game. Though it would be a lie to say he did not enjoy occasionally teasing people but it was all in good spirits.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 9:21 pm
"Heh, how solemn"
911. That was his room.
"Thank you" the dirty-blond said, and picked up the keys to his room from the smiling receptionist.
So far, he had gone unnoticed. "Heh, damn reporters and fighters everywhere"
As the rather rugged, and extremely well-built man turned on a dime and walked toward the elevators to his room, he only tipped his cowboy hat down a bit to further hide his face, but not his big grin.
"Wonder what James would say if he saw me in a place like this"
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 10:12 pm
A small hand took the key to room 612. It was a good distance from the front desk but he didnt mind it at all. He was quite happy to be in this facility. "Wow." He thought to himself as he made his way through the lobby and to the elevator. There were a good amount of people there and it made him wonder if they were all fighters. Some were tall and some were short like him, some maybe even shorter. It wasnt long before he found that it would be quite a task to get to his hotel room. It was obvious that reporters would have there share of laughs, ooo's and awe's over his cute demeanour. Some even went so far as to ask who he was here with and who was the fighter he would be chearing on. The five foot naught kid with light skin simply replied, "Im here by myself to play games," with a smile and nod before continuing walking towards the elevators leaving the reporters with their awe's. Soon he found his room and opened his door, dropping his bags to the ground before running to the bed and jumping on it. "WEEEE!!!!!" He exclaimed as he laughed and giggled, not caring one bit who may pass by and wonder why a kid was registered in a hotel that was supposed to be for fighters. Yes he was quite the excitable lad and it didnt help that he didnt know exactly what to expect from his stay here.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 5:54 am
Down the road traversing his way towards the hotel the footsteps hit the ground. The sound of boots hitting as the camer crews and other fighters seemed busy. He ignored them as he made his way. the young physique of a 19 year old man. His body firmly tones as he stood 5'9 with very little body fat. He was built not very bulky but his body was solid. He didn't wear a shirt just baggy pants and a belt to hold them. Gloves upon his hands and metal bracers on top of cusions covered his forearms. The man went by the name of Kai Ethrale.
He made his way into the hotel while the camera's was on another fighter. Not having a wepaon like many others he showed the ticket to the man at the desk. Then made his way upstairs. Room 310 he coould live with that. His dark brown spiked hair held up by a headband that also kept it out of his eyes had a unusual symbol upon it. He found the room and entered to lay down and rest after the long trip. He would wait a little while and then probally make his way to the gym. He would for now slumber and wait.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 9:25 am
Michael Noire enters the Hotel, its as if he was always here, but until he said "Hello, I've decided to check in" every moment he spent moving from place to place never happened. His blank stare into the video cameras, including the hidden ones, remained strangely unnoticed, and when the video was viewed a second time, searching for him, the security guards strangely forgot they were looking for him by the time he showed up on the video, and eventually went back to channel surfing and planning their lunches...
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