RE: The Atavist's Tryst - Round 1: The Ljinstal Underground (S?)
07-29-2013, 01:05 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-30-2013, 10:12 PM by calibornio.)
As Dmitri got up from the hard concrete floors of the deserted subway lines, he thought about the events that had led him to his current situation. Even though they probably had no relation to him being entered into some weird fight-to-the-death competition. The last thing he remembered was crashing on the couch of his apartment as soon as he got home, exhausted for no apparent reason, since he hadn’t been partying, studying, or doing anything remotely active all day. Next thing he knew he woke up to some weird guy with a metal mask talking about some grand battle involving him and 5 other people.
At first, Dmitri thought it was just some weird dream, maybe somehow related to his unusual lack of energy earlier that day, but everything the metal mask guy was saying seemed a little too real. And as the implications that he had been forcibly entered into some tournament for guys like the Atavist (apparently, that’s what this guy called himself) to watch for entertainment or something equally demeaning, Dmitri began to get angry at this crazy-powerful asshole.
As the Atavist finished introducing everyone - with Dmitri not really paying much attention – the vampire started to reach out a hand toward the douchebag until he suddenly realized a city had appeared below him, seemingly out of nowhere. And then he fell and ended up on the hard concrete. Not really concerned with the other contestants at the moment, his age toward the Atavist clouding most of his judgment, Dmitri decided to keep track of his surroundings before going any further.
On the ceiling, there were a few dim lights that wouldn't allow much vision for most humans, and a vampire-sized hole from Dmitri’s fall. The walls were peeling and looked a beige-ish yellow color, with a few posters here and there that were too damaged to understand clearly, although Dmitri thought he could make out what looked to be some sort of crown. A few hundred yards in front of him, there was a set of subway tracks, with a little more light than the other areas and Dmitri thought it would probably be a good place to go to find out more about Ljinstal.
At first, Dmitri thought it was just some weird dream, maybe somehow related to his unusual lack of energy earlier that day, but everything the metal mask guy was saying seemed a little too real. And as the implications that he had been forcibly entered into some tournament for guys like the Atavist (apparently, that’s what this guy called himself) to watch for entertainment or something equally demeaning, Dmitri began to get angry at this crazy-powerful asshole.
As the Atavist finished introducing everyone - with Dmitri not really paying much attention – the vampire started to reach out a hand toward the douchebag until he suddenly realized a city had appeared below him, seemingly out of nowhere. And then he fell and ended up on the hard concrete. Not really concerned with the other contestants at the moment, his age toward the Atavist clouding most of his judgment, Dmitri decided to keep track of his surroundings before going any further.
On the ceiling, there were a few dim lights that wouldn't allow much vision for most humans, and a vampire-sized hole from Dmitri’s fall. The walls were peeling and looked a beige-ish yellow color, with a few posters here and there that were too damaged to understand clearly, although Dmitri thought he could make out what looked to be some sort of crown. A few hundred yards in front of him, there was a set of subway tracks, with a little more light than the other areas and Dmitri thought it would probably be a good place to go to find out more about Ljinstal.