(Pre-Show) The Barracks

[Alain the Carnedge]

Alain approached the guards, doing his best to ignore their stares. "Alain Velgr, number ten on the entrants list." He said, introducing himself as he presumed was standard procedure. The guards merely signed and pointed him to the elevator after a few more seconds of glaring. There was a keypad behind one of them, though they didn't touch it. Seemed they'd given up on unlocking and locking it every time. "Why thank you for being so polite, gentlemen..." He muttered, stepping through the doors and pressing the button for the barracks before they could respond.

The mercenary stepped into the barracks once the doors opened, and just after that, the doors closed and he heard the elevator going down again. There were no reporters or civilians, only (presumably) Primes. Some interesting company, to be sure.

But before mingling with the others, he decided to check his room. Alain moved down the hallway which was marked 1-10,and was greeted with door number two busted down, and a few employees fixing said door and the other things that were inside. "Erm..." He shuffled uncomfortably and quickly noticed the opposite door was down as well. Seemed that someone got into a brawl. The mercenary just kept moving down the hall after a moment of hesitation, hoping that his room wasn't in a similar state.

Alain breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his door was intact, as was everything else. Stepping into the closet these people at Syntex called a room, he took a quick look at his supplies. Some rations, water, a compass, and a map. He took the map out of the duffel bag he was supplied with and put it down on the desk. Judging from the amount of contestants, the island would be undoubtedly crowded. It was most likely best to stick back and wait until their numbers had thinned. Then when everybody was injured, he'd go in for the kill. It was a good plan...disregarding the fact he didn't know where he was going to wind up first.

The mercenary stood there for a minute or two, trying to formulate a back-up. But nothing came to mind. Every attempt to get a decent strategy was hindered by how random some parts of the event was. He'd have to make his strategy once he was actually on the island, which was presumably the point. Alain took a brief moment to clap for the host of the Abyss before putting the map back and walking outside again, shutting the door behind him. Knowing your enemies was important after all.