(Pre-Show) The Lobby

[Carn_Val]

Landing on my feet as I jump out of the rift, I look around for the change of scenery. Walls and archways riddled with holes, the floor damp and glistens from the ambient lighting. I drop the table stuck on the scythe and sit on it, looking around some more. A good distance away, I see a large turtle being apprehended. A few feet back was the Marine trio, "I wanna go there." Just a few feet away from me, people carrying large, black , rectangular boxes facing men and women holding microphones crowd together on a spot that blocks half of the hallway. I kick the table from the interview tent back at the rift, wondering if it'll hit something from the other side. Stepping on the red-carpetted floor, I sneak around so as not to get their attention.

*squelch squelch* The carpet alarms my presence. "Darn, Carn."

A few silent seconds later, I feel more than a dozen pairs of eyes gazing at me followed by footsteps, oh dear. Just as I was about to move another inch, the very same crowd moves in unison, blocking my escape and flooding me with a torrent of questions. I couldn't believe there were people faster than me in terms of asking questions or blocking other people. I try to listen, understand and make out something that I can reply to. The sudden surge of words gets me confused, flashing lights from who knows what isn't helping me either. "Gah! W-wait! Please slow down. Please, slow down.", I beg them.

*click click*
*tap tap*
*flash*
*mic feedback*
*indistinguishable audio*
*click click*

A few seconds in, they still keep on asking the same question, questions I would answer once I gather back my thoughts, although by now, I'm pretty much annoyed. I take a deep breath and with a smile lined with dangerous teeth, I answer them in a deep, growling and guttural voice, very different from the usual cheeky tone I use, "I am Carn, Carn is here for fame and food. Since I am now satisfied with the attention you have given me, it is time to feast! *chuckle*," I declared with a voice that rattles the hallway, biting off one of the black boxes with a shiny glass on the front which I find out later to be called a camera when this guy comes running, squeeling like a piglet, "Aaaah! It ate the camera! *trips on carpet*"

*squish squish*

Deep inside, I like the little bit of chaos, dumb idiots running around hysterically. I grab another camera and eat it. The flavor is rather bland but I like the tingly aftertaste, probably the lithium-ion battery inside it. One of them drops a mic as it squeels once it made contact with water. It got me motivated as I start harassing more of the mediamen. I just hope this wouldn't actually go on air for my debut on television.

*squelch squelch squish*

With relatively no one annoying left between me and the Marines, I run up to them, avoiding what appears to be dismembered bodyparts I am not responsible of, to say hi. "Hi" yes, 'Hi', what did you expect? I just made sure they acknowledge my presence since it'll suck for my future if I didn't at least see them. "What happened here? You guys seen Victor? He's that kid Okor beat earlier. The place seems nice, huh?" I comment.

*squelch squelch*

Looking around to check what else this place offers, my head directed me to a nice smelling atmosphere, no, not Okor. My feet starts moving towards the smell even before I get to decided what to do, oh well. "Uhm guys...I think I'll have to get some chow, I feel hungry now. Probably because of the running I did. Oh well, if you meet Victor, please dom't kill him and tell him I'm in the nice smelling area. Thanks!"

*squelch squelch*

I walk my way into the Recreation Dome with nothing but the nice smell to lead me on.