Post by Ken Ranzu on Feb 13, 2019 18:01:22 GMT -4
He didn’t want to go out there. It was as simple as that. When the time came to pull out of the tournament he had been too little too late. At first, he was happy to have signed up for the tournament, now he was suffering. Ken’s mind was ablaze with assumptions, assertions and brash generalizations about what would happen if he went out there and lost, the gravity of the situation and the fact he was going to be representing U.A.
Never in his life had be represented anyone but himself, thus he never acted accordingly to any sort of manners or the convictions of others. Since he was young it always did what he wanted how he wanted and now here he was, ahead of him the daunting tasks of putting what he learned to good use.
The tunnel was buzzing with noise, rather it is from the crowd or the loudspeaker the intensity and vibrations of the constant noise pollution shook Ken to his core. For a moment he pondered running the other way, leaving and pretending like he never signed up for the tournament, but that would have only gotten him further ridiculed. There were no options other than proceeding on and facing his fears.
Sweat had begun to collect on his forehead, beads collecting and falling down his face as he tried to piece together the courage to step out of the tunnel and into the light.
In an effort to calm himself he pushed his head against one of the concrete walls of the entryway. He’d remain there as he waited for his Que to exit. The young man’s mind was still buzzing from all of the excitement of the outside world. His palms were sweaty, his knees felt weak, and both arms had felt like they were heavy. Had he not been trying to compose himself he would have puked up his grand pa’s spaghetti.
It’d take a few minutes but he would eventually manage to collect himself as his mind finally silenced. With a leveled head, or at least most of one he’d finally make his entrance.
The white light of the outside blinded him as he stepped out of the tunnel. The crowd chatter overtook him almost instantly as he froze up like a deer in headlights. It was a heck of a lot bigger than he expected. His mouth hung agape as he spun himself to get a full perspective of where he was.
After he was done taking everything into perspective he stepped onto the platform, stumbling on the last step as he caught himself from falling. He was way out of his element here. For someone who was once excited to be fighting all of his confidence had been washed away and replaced by withering nerves. Doubt was catching on. Not even the battle with the silver sword made him this terrified.
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Wrestler F
hard bodied F
Quirk: Adrenaline Punch F
Never in his life had be represented anyone but himself, thus he never acted accordingly to any sort of manners or the convictions of others. Since he was young it always did what he wanted how he wanted and now here he was, ahead of him the daunting tasks of putting what he learned to good use.
The tunnel was buzzing with noise, rather it is from the crowd or the loudspeaker the intensity and vibrations of the constant noise pollution shook Ken to his core. For a moment he pondered running the other way, leaving and pretending like he never signed up for the tournament, but that would have only gotten him further ridiculed. There were no options other than proceeding on and facing his fears.
Sweat had begun to collect on his forehead, beads collecting and falling down his face as he tried to piece together the courage to step out of the tunnel and into the light.
In an effort to calm himself he pushed his head against one of the concrete walls of the entryway. He’d remain there as he waited for his Que to exit. The young man’s mind was still buzzing from all of the excitement of the outside world. His palms were sweaty, his knees felt weak, and both arms had felt like they were heavy. Had he not been trying to compose himself he would have puked up his grand pa’s spaghetti.
It’d take a few minutes but he would eventually manage to collect himself as his mind finally silenced. With a leveled head, or at least most of one he’d finally make his entrance.
The white light of the outside blinded him as he stepped out of the tunnel. The crowd chatter overtook him almost instantly as he froze up like a deer in headlights. It was a heck of a lot bigger than he expected. His mouth hung agape as he spun himself to get a full perspective of where he was.
After he was done taking everything into perspective he stepped onto the platform, stumbling on the last step as he caught himself from falling. He was way out of his element here. For someone who was once excited to be fighting all of his confidence had been washed away and replaced by withering nerves. Doubt was catching on. Not even the battle with the silver sword made him this terrified.
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Wrestler F
hard bodied F
Quirk: Adrenaline Punch F
