Snippet #1787531

Damian woke up, only to narrowly avoid being stepped on, as he was currently lying on the ground in the middle of the Scramble. How the freakin' hell did I get here? Oh, right...cos of that kid. That's right, I'm dead now, right? Must be, cos that car got me good. He thought as he stood, dusting himself off once he was up. This was exactly why he didn't help people, it got you screwed one way or another. In this case, that philosophy was right on the mark. He had shoved that kid out of the way, only to get hit by a freaking car. Stupid brat shouldn't have even been playing near the road anyway. So it was the kid's fault he was in the Game now, right?

He damn near jumped out his skin when his phone bleeped. Damian was pretty surprised it had survived the crash actually. Flipping it open, he read the message: Report to Dogenzuka wearing all Dragon Culture brand clothing. You have 90 minutes. Failure to comply will result in erasure., it read, and Damian was tempted to just delete the damned thing and trash his phone. He was due an upgrade anyway. But he didn't want erased, so he didn't. As little as there was waiting for him back in the RG, his own pride wouldn't let him go down without a fight. Not when his whole existance was at stake.

But first, he needed a partner. That was what really pissed him off. Damian Blake did NOT work well with others. That was fairly obvious. Looking around for anyone who looked as though they wouldn't piss him off too quickly, he brought out his lighter and a packet of cigs. He was about to light up when a searing pain went through his right hand, making him drop the lighter. Swearing violently, he glared at the timer that had now appeared. A timer that was now counting down. He had forgot about that, the damn timer. Letting loose another stream of rather colorful swear words, he picked up the lighter, shoving it back in his pocket once he had lit up. Now he had to find someone. And he had to at least try to be nice enough to whoever he gat stuck with. Smoking in their faces tended to piss them off though. But the even worse attitude he developed when he needed a cigarette pissed them off even more, so he figured that he would try to control that as best he could until he found someone who he could maybe put up with for the next week...