Escaping the Mob...
Oct 26, 2004 1:22:43 GMT
Post by Shuno on Oct 26, 2004 1:22:43 GMT
The massive mobs that were famous to get their hands on any of the fighters had grown into massive mobs since the first rounds had finished. Most of the time, they would target some of the more famous fighters for their piece of the pie; Indigo was the most common one since he had been the champion of the year before. In fact, none of his fan girls doubted he would have lost. Seriyu just smirked thinly to himself. Just one more round...then I have a good chance of fighting the Juin.
He turned the corner on an average Isysian block during the tournament. People manifested the sidewalks, roads, and every possible crevices like flies on a pile of fresh dung. Vacant areas housed stands of merchandise of all sorts: copies of the first round fights (yep, they're that fast), buttons, hats, shirts, and even some unmentionables for the ladies (hey, I've seen Clay Aiken-themed thongs at a concert...and I'm not lying -_-). Mothers held their children close, and just in case, prepared their lungs to shout "Where's my child!?!"
A typical day in the life when it came to major events, especially in a big city...
Seriyu sighed once again, pulling his trench coat closer to his body. Sure, he wasn't as inconspicuous as normal, but he knew, being a fighter in a tournament, he would need to stay undercover. Probably the worst factor in this was his blue hair; it stuck out in a crowd like an apple in a basket of oranges. Besides that, he was as human as the average man: his eyes were pale as sapphires, body pale like the color of new milk, and very traditional.
Seriyu wasn't fully paying attention to what was going on around him. His thoughts were more and more occupied to his fight with Zeon only hours ago. Why would my father pull me into a tournament just to fight...? Wouldn't it be just easier to make me fight him privately? He took an assumption that it meant if he won, he would have to continue fighting... Of course! He wants me to test my skills, so I can improve...that clever man...as much as I hate him, I have to admit that he is smar...--
He was brought back into reality as soon as his body came into a full-force collision with someone. He came tumbling down, to the ground, landing on his bottom. He still was hurt from the prior match, but it was nothing for the events to occur. He muttered in his mind a few sailor words in his native tongue, as he slowly staggered to his feet, extending his hand out to the person who he had collided with. "Sorry about that, mam..."
It was almost drowned out by the bloody loud scream to follow. Seconds after it, Seriyu's ears were still ringing. He looked down at her to notice probably one of the worst nightmares he could; she wore a pink hat with blue lettering waving across, a dragon swirling around the letters. It read Seriyu...her shirt had the same wording, and she wore a button...
Seriyu had just met his first fangirl...
"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" She screamed ever louder. If it wasn't for the fact that she had fallen on her backside, she would have fallen to the ground, anyways. Although Seriyu was impressed how much merchandise already had his logo on it, and how this woman seemed to have ascertained the whole set, she was pretty attractive...No! No! NOOO! Bad Seriyu! Naughty thoughts! Once again, he was snapped back by her obnoxious shouting. "IT REALLY IS YOU: SERIYU!!!"
At the sound of the name, several dozen people turned in the direction of the voice. Great... Seriyu thought, This is going to be like a prision...time to get devoured faster than a pizza at a Weight Watchers convention...
He moved too quickly for anyone to notice. Where had he gone? It was almost impossible to manuever through the streets as fast as he did; he would have at least caused enough ruckus to be noticed by them. Of course, Seriyu wasn't stupid; he wasn't going to be their "boy toy"...
He stood on the roof of a building, looking down at the carnage below him. It was a ruckus over a man...that's just embarassing...Seriyu sighed for the third time and looked down once again. "Good thing I moved when I did...I might not be alive now."
"HEY, THERE HE IS!!!" A young, attractive woman pointed up at him. They all screamed, and in seconds, they had flooded into the building. Seriyu had three seconds before the roof would become a sea of fan girls. "Here we go again..." he muttered as he jumped into the air, doing several summersaults in the air, and landing on the roof right next to it. He continued the pattern before he was out of sight...
...man, those fan girls were dissapointed...
He turned the corner on an average Isysian block during the tournament. People manifested the sidewalks, roads, and every possible crevices like flies on a pile of fresh dung. Vacant areas housed stands of merchandise of all sorts: copies of the first round fights (yep, they're that fast), buttons, hats, shirts, and even some unmentionables for the ladies (hey, I've seen Clay Aiken-themed thongs at a concert...and I'm not lying -_-). Mothers held their children close, and just in case, prepared their lungs to shout "Where's my child!?!"
A typical day in the life when it came to major events, especially in a big city...
Seriyu sighed once again, pulling his trench coat closer to his body. Sure, he wasn't as inconspicuous as normal, but he knew, being a fighter in a tournament, he would need to stay undercover. Probably the worst factor in this was his blue hair; it stuck out in a crowd like an apple in a basket of oranges. Besides that, he was as human as the average man: his eyes were pale as sapphires, body pale like the color of new milk, and very traditional.
Seriyu wasn't fully paying attention to what was going on around him. His thoughts were more and more occupied to his fight with Zeon only hours ago. Why would my father pull me into a tournament just to fight...? Wouldn't it be just easier to make me fight him privately? He took an assumption that it meant if he won, he would have to continue fighting... Of course! He wants me to test my skills, so I can improve...that clever man...as much as I hate him, I have to admit that he is smar...--
He was brought back into reality as soon as his body came into a full-force collision with someone. He came tumbling down, to the ground, landing on his bottom. He still was hurt from the prior match, but it was nothing for the events to occur. He muttered in his mind a few sailor words in his native tongue, as he slowly staggered to his feet, extending his hand out to the person who he had collided with. "Sorry about that, mam..."
It was almost drowned out by the bloody loud scream to follow. Seconds after it, Seriyu's ears were still ringing. He looked down at her to notice probably one of the worst nightmares he could; she wore a pink hat with blue lettering waving across, a dragon swirling around the letters. It read Seriyu...her shirt had the same wording, and she wore a button...
Seriyu had just met his first fangirl...
"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" She screamed ever louder. If it wasn't for the fact that she had fallen on her backside, she would have fallen to the ground, anyways. Although Seriyu was impressed how much merchandise already had his logo on it, and how this woman seemed to have ascertained the whole set, she was pretty attractive...No! No! NOOO! Bad Seriyu! Naughty thoughts! Once again, he was snapped back by her obnoxious shouting. "IT REALLY IS YOU: SERIYU!!!"
At the sound of the name, several dozen people turned in the direction of the voice. Great... Seriyu thought, This is going to be like a prision...time to get devoured faster than a pizza at a Weight Watchers convention...
He moved too quickly for anyone to notice. Where had he gone? It was almost impossible to manuever through the streets as fast as he did; he would have at least caused enough ruckus to be noticed by them. Of course, Seriyu wasn't stupid; he wasn't going to be their "boy toy"...
He stood on the roof of a building, looking down at the carnage below him. It was a ruckus over a man...that's just embarassing...Seriyu sighed for the third time and looked down once again. "Good thing I moved when I did...I might not be alive now."
"HEY, THERE HE IS!!!" A young, attractive woman pointed up at him. They all screamed, and in seconds, they had flooded into the building. Seriyu had three seconds before the roof would become a sea of fan girls. "Here we go again..." he muttered as he jumped into the air, doing several summersaults in the air, and landing on the roof right next to it. He continued the pattern before he was out of sight...
...man, those fan girls were dissapointed...