Choujin Kuso Djikara

The Count was silent, he slowly tilted his head to the left.

 

Geryl in teh sidlines sighed as he put his hood over his face. Great..... more people....

 

Hakurai was leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, as if she was actually sleeping.

 

Growlman walked along the arena chewing on a half burn't rack of ribs. He grunted as he went to scan some of the other Choujin. He was deciding who might be strong enemies...and who will end up being weak....

 

Geryl narrowed his eyes to Growlman. Strong looking, perhaps a Zangyaku Choujin.
He thought

 

The Count stood silent, as he start floating in the air slighty.

 

Hakurai was still sleeping...

 

Harabote went back on stage. "To narrow down the competition...we will have a race....and not just any race! You will have to move across a 155 mile long river with various obstacles in your way! The race will begin in 10 minutes! If you're late youre disqualified!" he announced. "The river is located just outside the stadium!"

A race? Hmmmm... I'll just get there early. Growlman thought.

 

Geryl smiled as he left teh stadium.

 

The Count flapped his wings and turned into little bats that flew away.

 

Growlman started stretching as he reached the river... He noticed Geryl approch and asked. "So...what country you from?"

 

Geryl reached teh river and then summoned some water under his feet. THis'll be easy... He thought. S.K.

 

"South Korea, eh?" Growlman said. Theres something dangerous about this one......


Harabote wasted no time in getting to the river as fast as he could. "are all the participants ready?" he asked.

Growlman grunted as a signal that he was ready.......

 

Geryl smiled as he got in the water. Like a soap slipping across teh hallway.... He thought.

 

As if on cue, Hakurai's eyes shot open. "I'm ready..." she muttered.

 

Geryl got ready by dropping his weapons and his heavy things except his pack.

 

OOC: Anyone not online at this moment has automatically won the race.

BIC: Growlman jumped in the water. It was cold, which bothered him slightly though he shrugged it off. He then looked at Hakurai approaching. Another strong one perhaps? he thought.

 

Hakurai followed the others into the water. It was cold, but then again, living in the tundras of Alaska really paid off...

 

Harabote shot off a pistol, signaling the race to start.

Growlman started rushing through the water without hesitation...

 

Geryl was running while jumping to make him move faster.