Moving Up
Oct 25, 2004 15:12:16 GMT
Post by Musashi on Oct 25, 2004 15:12:16 GMT
Musashi left the arena amidst a riot of cheering, screaming fans shouting his name. The warrior maintained his typical reserve and really didn't acknowledge them with more than a shy wave.
Musashi decided not to go back to his first hotel as he saw a glowing neon sign, calling out to all the fighters in the tournament.
He walked into the grand lobby of the casino, in nondescript clothing, a little baggy to cover his muscled frame and to keep him from drawing attention. The man behind the desk instantly recognized the fighter and offered him a room at a steep discount. Musashi naievely registered the room under his own name, unaware of the obsession that people had with the tournament and it's participants.
The warrior walked into his room, intending on taking advantage of the Casino's enourmous swimming pool. By the time his key slid into the electronic lock, he heard the phone give it's pseudo-pleasant ring. The warrior walked up and looked, the four lined phone showed all four lines busy with somone waiting on each line. The warrior started, and quickly decided to pull the line from the wall, unhooking the wire, and throwing his bag into the soft carpet of the corner.
Musashi borrowed one of the complimentary suits and headed down to the pool, stopping briefly at the front desk. He montioned over one of the attendants and asked quietly, [glow=green,2,300]"Please have a video copy of all the round one tournament matches sent up to room 351 B."[/glow] The warrior paid the man out of what was left of his meager cash supply and headed down to the pool.
Musashi sank lightly into the water, not calling upon any of his abilties other than natural boyancy. He floated in the water, which was crystal clear and as warm as bathwater, luxuriating in the feeling of his muscles relaxing as his unnaturally high healing powers repaired the damage of his match.
Musashi floated for a long time, thinking about his life, and about the day. He realized that he was extrodinarily lucky to have made it past Bryce, the other warrior was powererful and had proven to Musashi how much he needed to learn. The saiyan enjoyed spars like this as they always pointed out the weaknesses in his techniques and strategies and left room for improvement. Later, as he floated silently across the surface of the still pool, his thoughts turned to other things, his life, his dojo, and his growing sense of belonging within his community and the "family" he had found in the Dr. and his daughter.
Musashi returned to his room at 10:00 and put in the first tapes from the matches, ranking the tapes for study based upon the previews from the matches and the fighters he already knew. The warrior studied the tapes, looking at the competitors moves with a practiced eye, looking for weaknesses and for fighters who would be most likely to give him trouble in the next round.
Musashi decided not to go back to his first hotel as he saw a glowing neon sign, calling out to all the fighters in the tournament.
He walked into the grand lobby of the casino, in nondescript clothing, a little baggy to cover his muscled frame and to keep him from drawing attention. The man behind the desk instantly recognized the fighter and offered him a room at a steep discount. Musashi naievely registered the room under his own name, unaware of the obsession that people had with the tournament and it's participants.
The warrior walked into his room, intending on taking advantage of the Casino's enourmous swimming pool. By the time his key slid into the electronic lock, he heard the phone give it's pseudo-pleasant ring. The warrior walked up and looked, the four lined phone showed all four lines busy with somone waiting on each line. The warrior started, and quickly decided to pull the line from the wall, unhooking the wire, and throwing his bag into the soft carpet of the corner.
Musashi borrowed one of the complimentary suits and headed down to the pool, stopping briefly at the front desk. He montioned over one of the attendants and asked quietly, [glow=green,2,300]"Please have a video copy of all the round one tournament matches sent up to room 351 B."[/glow] The warrior paid the man out of what was left of his meager cash supply and headed down to the pool.
Musashi sank lightly into the water, not calling upon any of his abilties other than natural boyancy. He floated in the water, which was crystal clear and as warm as bathwater, luxuriating in the feeling of his muscles relaxing as his unnaturally high healing powers repaired the damage of his match.
Musashi floated for a long time, thinking about his life, and about the day. He realized that he was extrodinarily lucky to have made it past Bryce, the other warrior was powererful and had proven to Musashi how much he needed to learn. The saiyan enjoyed spars like this as they always pointed out the weaknesses in his techniques and strategies and left room for improvement. Later, as he floated silently across the surface of the still pool, his thoughts turned to other things, his life, his dojo, and his growing sense of belonging within his community and the "family" he had found in the Dr. and his daughter.
Musashi returned to his room at 10:00 and put in the first tapes from the matches, ranking the tapes for study based upon the previews from the matches and the fighters he already knew. The warrior studied the tapes, looking at the competitors moves with a practiced eye, looking for weaknesses and for fighters who would be most likely to give him trouble in the next round.