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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 23 2009, 05:11 PM (3,668 Views) | |
| Lord Bowie | Jul 23 2009, 05:11 PM Post #1 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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Finally, the day you had filled that paper out for has arrived. Upon reading the sheet you realize there is no specific way to deliver the paper, only an address for the location of the tournament and a date, today.. It was perplexing but you decided to join so you could fight, not think about why the organizers do things the way they choose to do them. You've rested well (or not) eaten well to be sure that you have enough fuel to burn for the smackdown you are about to dish out on whoever shows up. You step out your door, and one step closer to the ride of your life... only you didn't know it yet. Later.... Curiously you approach the location provided. It was the old stadium.... looking as if it hadn't been used for some time you notice that there seems to be little activity in the surrounding parking lot as the sound of ferry horns from the nearby waterfront break the silence in the air. Something didn't feel right but who knows, maybe you misread the paper you think as you come closer to the stadium... but as others appear it has become clear, this was the intended meeting spot. Maybe you were confused or maybe you weren't but this place seemed to deserted to stage anything, let alone a large scale tournament. The others come into view, you might as well converse until you figure out whats what and whats not, maybe your not so talkative, maybe you'll want to bring the tournament to them right in the parking lot, fed up with all of these words and wasted time. All you know is the others see you, you see them, and they see eachother... and you're all right on time. There wasn't going to be any last minute backing out. These are the all important first words and first impressions people, meet your contestants, possibly befriend some or get off on the wrong foot with others, the point here is to get the ball rolling and keep yourselves entertained until the second part of Phase 1 begins. Have at it. P.S. Any Questions and concerns may still be brought up in the OOC thread and the OOC Thread only, to put it simply.. post a question here and it will be ignored. Double P.S. for inspiration to describe the "old stadium" just think of concrete coliseum like buildings like this and this |
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| Captain Olimar | Jul 23 2009, 05:21 PM Post #2 |
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Mushroom Hill Act 2
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Although it was hard for him to start a conversation Leo knew this experiance wouldn't be much to remember if he didn't meet anyone. He seemed to get along with people that didn't appear to "fit in" so he singled out someone who looked "different". A purple creature caught his attention. Leo walked over to Vas and greeted him with "Hello, I'm Leo." It was a horrible and unoriginal way to introduce oneself but it was better than not talking to anyone...He hoped... |
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Jul 23 2009, 05:33 PM Post #3 |
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I object to your claims
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Agent Blaire Field strode over to the location, her face showing complete calmness and acuity. The purple-furred Siberian Husky was currently chewing on a chocolate mint as she looked around the area. "Ah, so this is where the tournament is going to be held. A little deserted, but I'll overlook that if the participants here give me a good fight," the dog said with a chuckle. |
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| `TakeCare | Jul 23 2009, 11:33 PM Post #4 |
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Specs, a spiked blue shelled paratoopa, placed himself at the edge of the crowd, a grey cloud sat next to him. His heart seemed to have taken the best of him as it raced. 'I'm not even battling yet,' he thought taking out a book from his Lakitu cloud, 'maybe a few or two will settle my nerves,' he adjected his thick glasses and fell back in the smiling cloud. It slowly raised him off the ground, but only slightly. Making himself comfortable Specs opened his book as back reading. |
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| Gallant Vision | Jul 23 2009, 11:57 PM Post #5 |
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Sky Sanctuary Zone
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Outside of the coliseum, the participants gathered. One combatant in particular wasn't socializing as he rested his back against the wall adjacent to the entrance. The grey furred hedgehog with purple hair was called Gauge, but, in the tournament, he would be going under the alias of Tech. He was silently polishing an odd gun of his, anticipating the battles to come. |
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| Royal Conquest | Jul 24 2009, 08:37 AM Post #6 |
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CANADIAN EH
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Sebastian sighed, this wasn't what he had expected. The last two of these tournaments had been much bigger looking. They had been flashy, there had been stadiums FULL of crowds and Sebastian could show off, entering in an over zealous way. 'Ah well,' Sebastian thought, a small smile crept across his face. 'Time to meet everybody I guess.' He stepped forward, and began to look around. "Who do I talk to first..?" Sebastian mumbled under his breath, trying to decide who he should talk to first. Making enemies wouldn't be intelligent at the moment, so he decided on a friendly approach. |
My new RP! =D Come on and join up it's been so long!
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Jul 24 2009, 08:46 AM Post #7 |
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Blaire unsheathed her saber, the Sapphire Blade. Quickly, she began to perform some really fancy moves with the blue-bladed sword. She sliced through the air with grace and style-clearly she was quite an experianced swordsdog. Edited by HollyYoshi, Jul 24 2009, 10:00 AM.
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| `TakeCare | Jul 24 2009, 09:26 AM Post #8 |
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Specs paused to observe the swordplay from just above the book he was reading. The koopa's smile was well hidden after taken his glance off the husky. "I am not the only one who brought a weapon along," he thought. Specs couldn't help but noticed that he had no idea of some of the weaponry other contestants brought along, "I guess I should have looked deeper into the weapon department after ditching the 'Koopa Troop'," Specs shrugged the thought off as his eyes went back to the next page of his book. |
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| Kingdaro | Jul 24 2009, 09:32 AM Post #9 |
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The ball of Epicness
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(T.T Oops I entered Spike lolz new intro) He continued to walk and walk until Spike came upon the large, beat-up looking meeting place. This is the place? It can't be. Although, the many people here must meant that it was the place. He couldn't imagine why. Though, he'd worry about that later. Spike walked about the many people gathered and saw many unique individuals. This would definitely be an interesting tournament. Edited by Kingdaro, Jul 25 2009, 05:27 PM.
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| Lord Master of Darkness™ | Jul 24 2009, 09:47 AM Post #10 |
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And so at last, the day of reckoning had arrived. Armed with nothing more than information regarding the previous two tournaments, his weaponry and a huge amount of rage, the entity of the night had departed his usual haunting grounds to seek out new and ever-more depraved ways of enslaving and mutilating the masses. Whether in one go or one by one, was optional. He didn't care. They'd all meet the same end. Twitching. Lifeless. Or bound by dark magics to do as he bid them do. And first on the menu would be to walk off the cliff, rather akin to a lemming... the armour-suited one smirked silently. Making his final approach to the designated meeting spot, the loner began his descent from the cloud cover overhead and landed atop a broken pillar within the arena itself. He squatted down on it slightly, taking a look around. Realising his helmet was restricting his vision a little, he ripped off the loose eye guard to reveal a menacing face - he was still wearing a full face helmet, but his eyes and snout were most definitely visible for all to see. Lord Adokas, scourge of the southern hemisphere, had arrived. The possum looked at his wrist, towards a power dial of some kind. It was dipping and peaking rapidly. Curses! he groaned silently. The magical oils which fuel the rocket pack have severely drained, it'll take a day of constant inactivity to restore it to full power! Tapping the dial gently with a dark armoured finger, the needle within wobbled before finally holding a brief charge. It would last for about three seconds before needing to stop for re-energising... it would suffice for now. Adokas took another look around. The arena seemed to be filling with Mobians much smaller and younger than himself. He spat down towards the dusty floor in disgust. "I was expecting a challenge..." he snarled in a deep, moody and drawn-out voice. "I can't believe this grand tournament is to be filled with... children!" He was quite a height from the arena floor and at his current volume, might as well be talking to himself. But no doubt someone would mysteriously find a way to hear these words and call him into question. A gloved paw clenched tightly with anger. If they feel themselves so brave to enter this then I shall simply educate them as to their error! |
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Jul 24 2009, 11:10 AM Post #11 |
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Santa's Little Helper
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Dorothy approached the stadium, looking indifferent to the stadium and the people around her as usual. She looked around at the other contestants, trying to decide which ones would be the strongest competitors. She didn't really feel like introducing herself, so she went off by herself once she'd had a good look. She practiced her fighting style, kicking at the air as she sparred with a non-existant opponent. |
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| Zak | Jul 24 2009, 12:48 PM Post #12 |
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For The Circle
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Zak walked toward the old stadium. "your kidding me, right?" he said to no one in particular. this old stadium was the place? oh well, maybe it was not as old as it looked. of course, it still looked old. He didn't really know what to do, so he just started walking around. |
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| Lord Bowie | Jul 24 2009, 03:15 PM Post #13 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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This is just an OOC side note *inspired by what I read in MoD's post* be sure that you write about the gathering as if it is going on outside of the stadium, not inside. |
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| RabidChoco | Jul 24 2009, 03:40 PM Post #14 |
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Sandopolis Act 2
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Taylor was leaning against the railing of the inbound ferry, having taken that route to arrive. The breeze blew across his bangs, prompting the human to close his eyes for a few seconds. When he opened them again, he stared at the coliseum. I take it that this isn't exactly a public event. Ah well, I suppose I won't embarrass myself in front of thousands, merely a dozen or so, he thought wryly. He pulled a steel brick out of the nest of bullets he carried in his messenger bag; then after a second of fiddling, pulled a gun about one and a half times the size of his hand from the brick. "Mm-hmm," he murmured, sliding the gun back into the brick smoothly and replacing the brick in the bag. As the ferry pulled into the harbor, he gave a wry smirk to the other contenders on the boat. "All right. Let's meet the meat." He made a point of being first off when the ferry had finished docking. |
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| Johnny Boy | Jul 24 2009, 07:56 PM Post #15 |
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Let the winds of change and fires of creation dance to my desire!
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"Well, this is quite quaint. Some of the contestants are here... let's go-" I nearly tripped on my tail. Kyaaaa~... this tail is starting to bug me.... why do I even bother fitting in... I ripped the fake tail off of my posterior, and tossed it in a nearby garbage can. I saw a female swinging a sword with great skill and finesse. Might as well... I walked up to her, quite nervous... "Hello... your sword skills are quite unique." I'm dead... |
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