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The-Blades-slave:
Tylan

He still sat on the balcony, enjoying the breeze. He glanced down, the height of which he was at firing him up. He noticed the bustling noise below go strangely quiet..... Looking down he could vaguely make out two men in the middle of a large crowd. He let out a feral growl, one of those men looked distinctly familiar. Tylan had only met the bastard once, and that was six years ago... He had destroyed Tylan early in the tournament all those years ago.....

That bastard is gonna die.

He ripped open the balcony door, storming out of the bedroom, careful to lock it behind him.

Daylin

Daylin was swamped out on the bed in the room, his phone beside his ear if anyone called....

lubbies:
me-oh ok... Here.

I pull out a worn plastic card that is my ID  and I hand it to him. I hear voices behind me and I turn around to see a crowd gathered around two people... Wait, is that the champion and that rich guy. I slowly walked over to see that they were having it off. Well, this is interesting. I turn to the closest person.

me-What are they talking about?

The man turns to me.

Man-Well, I just don't think they get along... About what they're talking about, I don't know.

I nod and turn back, my eyes fixed on the two figures.

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Sean

This guy, whoever he was, pushed the wrong button. Sean removed his hood.

Wanna say that to my face, punk?

He joined in the staring.

Tyler

Tyler entered the hotel, a bit annoyed.

Ugh, should have known no one would be walking around at night... at least, no one interesting.

He then stopped, suddenly noticing his brother, with two other people. He could tell that they were both very powerful, and that the one in black is just looking for trouble.

Hmmm... Something about him seems familiar. Ah well, might as well watch and see if they battle. Maybe I can spectate.

He stood there, a bit far from the action, but just to where he can hear what they're saying.

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan

He had managed to remove all signs of anger from his body, excluding the stiffing muscles, which he couldn't relax. With bounding steps he tore down the stairs, quickly reaching the bottom. With a final snort, he kicked open the door, tearing through a crowded lot.

Get the hell out of my way.

He continued to bull through them.

Daylin

He continued to sleep...........

Mr. Fox:
We were on the edge of the crowd, far enough away that no one could over hear our conversation, but close enough to see what was going on.

"So you don't care if you win or lose, just that you have fun?"
"That's basically it. I wanted this all my life, and until two years ago I didn't have it. No way I'm ruining it. I mean, I do my best to win, and it shows with my current win streak."
She smiled a huge smile and got very excited. "Forty three wins, fifteen losses this year, current win streak fifteen!" She blushed then looked at the ground. "Sorry, I know you said no crazy fan girl stuff, but I just couldn't help myself..."

I couldn't help but laugh, did I really have a fan base already? I'd only been in the championship once, even then I lost early on."Nah, it's ok, nice to know someone out there is actually paying attention to me."
She grabbed my shirt and pointed towards a very pissed off looking person. "Think you could make that guy smile if he battled you?"
"I'm not..."
"Please?!" She did some sort of puppy dog eyes on me, and for the life of me I couldn't say no.
"Fine!" I walked up to the guy and dropped my hand on his shoulder. "Looking a bit glum today, think a fight will cheer ya up?"
I pulled out my Bionis' Leg disk and waited for his response.

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