Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 1: 1984
10-20-2009, 06:12 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit thought fast. There was... some sort of warrior in front of him... was this the person who the robed figure was fighting? Still, Whit didn't know how to react, and stuck with his standard response to strange situations: Saying hello.
"Hello."
Whit waited for a moment, but nobody moved. He looked at Zeke, who only stared back. Whit didn't feel any particular murderous intent, so he decided to be amicable.
"Oh, did you want to use this? I was getting off here anyway. Oh, and if you were looking for a Robed person he went... upstairs, probably."
Whit stepped out of the elevator keeping as much distance between he and the man as possible. Getting a better view of the room.he saw three other people: one in a strange mask, one almost all black, and a... Werewolf? They seemed to be more interested with each other than him, so Whit walked past them to the front counter as nonchalantly as possible. Looking at it, it was fairly bare, but for a card holder and a few piles of paper. Not wanting anyone else to catch on to what he was doing, Whit took one of each paper and flipped through them, with his back against the wall. He glanced up after every paper at the people, just in case they did something. The second to last paper in his hands was the floor map of the first 50 floors, and the last was the next 50. He quickly scanned over them, looking for floors that caught his interest. Floor 5, firearms. Good, Whit thought. He needed more than just his god gun to increase his survival odds. Even better, the floor was close enough that he wouldn't need to take the elevator with that person. Suddenly, he realized that his left hand was free. He was, a while ago, carrying a case full of his money...
I must have left it on the roof when I fought that lunatic, Whit thought to himself. I'll need to retrieve it later.
Whit rolled up the papers to be more easy to hold, making a note to read the rest later, and walked over to the stairwell, again as nonchalantly as possible.
Whit thought fast. There was... some sort of warrior in front of him... was this the person who the robed figure was fighting? Still, Whit didn't know how to react, and stuck with his standard response to strange situations: Saying hello.
"Hello."
Whit waited for a moment, but nobody moved. He looked at Zeke, who only stared back. Whit didn't feel any particular murderous intent, so he decided to be amicable.
"Oh, did you want to use this? I was getting off here anyway. Oh, and if you were looking for a Robed person he went... upstairs, probably."
Whit stepped out of the elevator keeping as much distance between he and the man as possible. Getting a better view of the room.he saw three other people: one in a strange mask, one almost all black, and a... Werewolf? They seemed to be more interested with each other than him, so Whit walked past them to the front counter as nonchalantly as possible. Looking at it, it was fairly bare, but for a card holder and a few piles of paper. Not wanting anyone else to catch on to what he was doing, Whit took one of each paper and flipped through them, with his back against the wall. He glanced up after every paper at the people, just in case they did something. The second to last paper in his hands was the floor map of the first 50 floors, and the last was the next 50. He quickly scanned over them, looking for floors that caught his interest. Floor 5, firearms. Good, Whit thought. He needed more than just his god gun to increase his survival odds. Even better, the floor was close enough that he wouldn't need to take the elevator with that person. Suddenly, he realized that his left hand was free. He was, a while ago, carrying a case full of his money...
I must have left it on the roof when I fought that lunatic, Whit thought to himself. I'll need to retrieve it later.
Whit rolled up the papers to be more easy to hold, making a note to read the rest later, and walked over to the stairwell, again as nonchalantly as possible.