Tekken: Hardcore match

Craig

Craig frowned "you mean i have to move all my crap again? damnit...." he soon re-appeared and dropped his things beside the bed that was apparently his. Craig watched the people in the room, assesing what it would be like in his fights. that and of course, the lady in the room drew his attention.
 
Nina Williams

" I just want to know whos idea was to arrange everyone in a same room? " Nina turns to the window and glances at the great view of the battle arenas...

" Im do appreciate my privacy... although Im sure some girls would be glad of this situation... ( refering to her sister Anna ).
 
Craig

Craig laughed and turned to nina, "if they give you looks, then beat the wimps up, i come on, look at them." Craig grinned at the others, waiting for the perfect opportunity to weed out some compotition.
 
Hwoarang

I shook my head, and began to unpack. I geuss that the good thing was that each bed was several metres apart. They all seemed to be properly arranged to suit ones atmosphere. Take mine for example. It had a good quality kicking post about five metres from it. I also had a good closet that was big, and Korean made. I also saw that one of the beds had a image of a crane stitched into its blanket cover, fit for someone like Lei, or that chinese girl that I unfortunatly forgotten the name of. I sat down on my bed, and said, "I don't really give a damn guys. I'm not one to complain, and whine. If I were you guys, I'd quickly unpack, cause we have to get down to the grand room in half-an-hour".
 
Nina Williams

" You do have a point there Hworang, there will be plenty of chance to get into each others case when the fighting begins... I just hope my sister gets here in time... "

Nina lays down on her bed, facing the ceiling, trying to relax...

OOC: Since there is a lack of female players, I will take on the role of Anna Williams as well...
 
Hwoarang

ooc: be my guest White Queen.

ic: After I finished unpacking, also hit the sack, (by that I mean the bed). It was a long journey coming here, and it would probably be as equally long next year too. I then heard the a voice coming from the speakers around the room saying, "all fighters, please go to the grand room now. I repeat, please go to the grand room". I got up, and stretched out a bit. I went towards the door, and said, "hurry up guys, we might miss something important".
 
Nina Williams

" Oh great! just when I was getting confortable... this announcers have a horrible timing... "

Nina got up from her bed and walked to the door, swawing her hips...
 
Hwoarang

I smiled, and opened the door. I stepped outside onto the carpeted hallway. Pictures of fighters before us were hung on the walls. There was even a painting of Yoshimitsu during his time period. He was quite a strong, and sturdy looking fellow. I noticed Nina, and said, "thats the first time I've ever seen you sway like that Nina. Usually you don't sway at all".
 
Craig

Craig sat up after the anouncment just in time to see Nina walk out the room. Craig blinked and shook his head, then got up and followed them out. . o O (damn, there's something nice to appriciate)
 
Nina Williams

" Swaying... what are you talking...? oh... well I guess its just something I picked up from Anna... "

Nina keeps walking down the hallway, thinking just where in the world could her sister be... running late as always...
 
Hwoarang

I slightly chuckled, "I've never known you to have excuses either Nina". We walked down the hallway, and I looked around to see if there were any other bedrooms. To my surprise, it turned out that we were the only bedroom. All the other Tekken fighters also noticed this as we trudged acroos the hall to the main elevator, which would take us to the grand room. Having to have been here last year, the grand room was just a really beig room for chatting, snacking, and listnening to what the man on the podium had to say.
 
Hwoarang

He stood tall, and he stood facing the audience. I could tell that he'd done this several times before. He fixed his uniform, and began his speech, "lady fighters, and gentlemen fighters. I welcome you here today, to partake in this annual tournament up here on the forbidden mountains. It is a great honour every year to welcome all of here, for you are the worlds greatest, or as some say, the best of the best. You know your responsibilities as a fighter, you know the rules, and you know that my ramblings are boring the sweat out of you". Everyone in the roon chuckled, or giggled at the small joke, for a small while, then he went on. "This tournament up here on the mountains has been going on for about a thousand years now. Therefore, it is this tournaments one-thousandth birthday, and it is a tournment to celebrate. That is why, on this special occasion, we shall all celebrate when the tournament ends. Now, I won't bore you anymore with history, and rule, and regulations, and all the jibber jabber. Lets go on to the prizes shall we?". I trolley rolled on to the stage, and on it were very shiny, and attractive rewards. "Fifth place shall recieve this bronze amulet. Forth place shall recieve this half bronze, and half silver amulet. Third place shall recieve a silver amulet. Second shall recieve the half silver, and half gold. The first place shall recieve this pure gold amulet. There are other rewards, but I will present them when the time comes". I was curious about the big gold trophy on the trophy that was sparkling in the light. I wondered who was going to get that trophy. Looking on top of the biggest trophy was a figurine of two people in each others arms, doing the dirty... at least I think it was. I couldn't really make it out from the distance. Then the man on the podium spoke again, "I hope you all fight for what you are worth, and I hope you all enjoy your stay here. Now, lets vut the crap, and let the tournament begin". Then it ended, and he went off the stage. Across form him a big screen went on, and on it were the names of all the fighters, with match times, rank, time, and they even had small photos of us. How quaint. The tournaments were one-on-one, two-on-two, three-on-three, two-on-one, and surprisingly three-on-one. The poor soul who was going to fight the one in the three-on-one match had no name, and no picture. Some sort of mystery men. Seeing the tournament wasn't going to being for quite awhile, I decided to go over to the snacks, and grab something to eat.

ooc: the thread isn't dead people. Lets keep on moving.
 
Craig

Craig walked up to the screen. a three on one? ouch. somone was going to die. Craig headed back to his seat thinking. "what if one of these times our mr three on one is me? Craig didn't like that though
 
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