(Pre-Show) The Barracks

[Jak Mar]

Jak eyed his room frowning, he found himself near his room and he eyed the door next to him, number 24 and 26. Whoever it was next to him, he wasn't going to be a sitting duck for the next powerhouse that decided to fuck with everyone else.

Jak decided to ignore the reporters sticking mikes in his face and he pushed away some of them "Jak... come on speak to us.... Give us a taste of what you got.."

Jak frowned, holding in what he really wanted to say to anybody else. This competition was already fucked up in a way. So far, his hallway had been quiet.... too quiet..

"I don't need to explain myself. You know all there is to know about me, which is next to nothing... "

He started to make his way out of the hallways of his room, slipping his survival goodies somewhere safe and frowned and made sure his room was locked. He started to run the opposite way out of his hallway and the numbers started to go up instead of going down.