Sherra Freeman
A silver-haired youth dressed in black and dark blue, a flowing cape that covered his entire frame walked around the premises, drawing several stares from participants and mentors alike. He was the same height, he had similar taste in clothing, he had silver hair and he had those sharp eyes that had both compassion yet coldness.
"Silver Knight?"
"Holy sh- did you see him?"
"I thought he died?"
"But he looks just like him!"
"Fuck, it's Silver Knight."
"Best shooter they ever saw."
"Pity he died young. 4 vs 1."
"I heard."
"Is he the ghost?"
"Oh my God, you mean like, 'Ghost of the Silver Knight?"
The whispered murmurs and silent conversations held no meaning to Sherra. The 'Silver Knight' they kept speaking about was none other than his father. Not many knew about his child, Sherra, because all these people cared about Bullet Hell and the action, not the participant's backgrounds. At least, that was what Sherra thought.
He looked around, staring at the few cameras around that were making sure the players didn't start anything funny.
'And possibly for the viewers to watch the teams interacting before the games.' Sherra thought bitterly. 'Sick bastards.'
He knew a couple have been jeopardized by Coriander. It wasn't difficult to figure out. Sherra took a seat on an empty bench and waited. After all, he wasn't part of any team... he was a Wild Card, rich for the picking.
Miodog Bludfola
This Kellan, or whatever this woman's name was called, it didn't matter. She was just meat, as far as Miodog was concerned. All women were meat to him. For him to devour and do with as he pleased. Soon, this Kellan would learn about his LONG DI-
His thoughts were interrupted by the presence of another female, much younger and much more to his liking. Thought, that Jackie guy was talking to her already.
"Tch." Miodog was getting bored. His blood was curdling, he needed to kill something. NOW. His fingers latched onto one of his daggers and he took it out from it's sheathe, touching the tip with his finger and playing around with it, fascinated by the sharpness. Imagining it slicing into the soft, weak flesh of human beings. The supple squish and the spray of blood. Oooh, Miodog shuddered with excitement just by thinking about it
"Look, woman." he stared at Kelly. "I don't give two shits if you're pro or a mentor."
He nicked his thumb with the dagger, drawing a steady stream of blood before he traced his bottom lip with it, giving the appearance of a red, drippy lipstick before he licked it, his crazy smirk and wide, excited eyes starting to show.
"Don't get in my way when I'm killing, or you're getting it too."