06-06-2018, 05:43 PM
Dane fell out of the teleporter, almost landing on his face before masking it with a spin by taking a long low awkward step and pivoting. He gave the officials an awkward wave and walked backwards through the hallway, not paying any attention to where he was heading.
Ace'd.
Fumbling, he reluctantly spun around again, head aching for the day's activities. When did he last sleep, again?
Right... well... if he wanted to function correctly, he should probably do that. 'Should', being the key word in that sentence. With 'wanted' and 'function' sitting there as close seconds.
As he sauntered aimlessly through the halls, a recognisable voice rang out, reading names, pairings.
He had to fight with someone else? Well, that sucked. Or it didn't. If he was paired with the robo-arm dude from last year and everyone else had shit teams, things could be great. Eh. This was just something to do. Admittedly, he'd rather kill himself than get a shit partner - not that that mattered in the OV - but with his head swimming so much he could barely hear the audio.
It was just fuzz. Static. White noise playing over the rhythm of his shield rocking against his back.
As he approached the ever-distant bar, his hands relaxed and his back straightened. The posture lasted for a moment before he slouched, puffing his hair out of his eyes with a long breath. It fell back down in the same place.
Dane's eyes widened, one hand brushing against his thigh.
"Fuck. I forgot my swords."
Ace'd.
Fumbling, he reluctantly spun around again, head aching for the day's activities. When did he last sleep, again?
Right... well... if he wanted to function correctly, he should probably do that. 'Should', being the key word in that sentence. With 'wanted' and 'function' sitting there as close seconds.
As he sauntered aimlessly through the halls, a recognisable voice rang out, reading names, pairings.
He had to fight with someone else? Well, that sucked. Or it didn't. If he was paired with the robo-arm dude from last year and everyone else had shit teams, things could be great. Eh. This was just something to do. Admittedly, he'd rather kill himself than get a shit partner - not that that mattered in the OV - but with his head swimming so much he could barely hear the audio.
It was just fuzz. Static. White noise playing over the rhythm of his shield rocking against his back.
As he approached the ever-distant bar, his hands relaxed and his back straightened. The posture lasted for a moment before he slouched, puffing his hair out of his eyes with a long breath. It fell back down in the same place.
Dane's eyes widened, one hand brushing against his thigh.
"Fuck. I forgot my swords."
Quote:Dane is heading from the Teleporter to the Bar.