Colosseum - Spectator Thread

[Roger Smith]

Done with his match and being the 'lucky' victor, Adam felt anything but. In the back of his mind he was entertaining thoughts of how different things might have been if he'd ended up as a Light player. A little luck could go a long way. And all of the luck could go an even longer way. It would be nice to have a little luck go his way every once in a--

A sudden round of cheering from the crowds made Adam visibly flinch, one hand going to his head. He had a headache from his own match, and a general sense of everything being in pain, and he had been hoping he could find somewhere quiet to try and rest, even for a little, before his inevitable next match. Maybe try and do something about the bullet wounds. But he'd somehow wound up here, convinced by a nagging conscience to go and at least watch the remainder of that crazy fucking clown's fight. If he lost, after all...well, then Adam wouldn't feel bad about just throwing his next fight just so he could leave this fucking place.

Of course, when he finally managed to quell the pain in his head and find a place to park his keister, he was presented with the sight of Gamzee getting swallowed in an explosion down in the arena. Groaning in disgust and hatred at himself for what he was about to do, he took a deep breath and screeched as loud as his stress-induced tiredness allowed him to:

"GOD DAMMIT YOU FUCKING CLOWN IF YOU LOSE I AM NEVER SPEAKING TO YOU AGAIN!"

And then he coughed. And hacked. And was pretty certain he felt one of his lungs dislodge, and he was forced to sit back down and turn his mind toward not dying. With any luck maybe he could this crazy omnilium stuff to patch up his wounds or something. Get him reasonably close to fighting shape again, before his next match came a-knockin'.