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by Safisan on Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:13 pm
"What in fuck's name just happened...?"
His hand was forcibly raised, the muscled arm clad in stains of blood and cuts. Kenny Burrows, underground cage fighter, at anyone's service... For a fee. Upon looking around, the setting was noticed, though pretty blurry: several people, all huddled around a small, metal cage, adorned with tiny spikes at every possible place. The clang of an open door brought music to the man's ears. Stepping out, people roared, cheering over his victory (and their consequent paycheck from betting on him.)
It had been this life since marrying Jenna, and even after seeing her go. To his ill fate, he wasn't exactly alone...
He awoke to a mental conversation with a strange voice, dubbed Secunda, this had been an everyday thing since awakening the DMP ability.
You didn't honestly forget what happened, did you? I thought we were progressing...
Shut up, already! You try fighting the next time I'm at the pits!
I did fight. Why exactly do you think you won?
Kenny scoffed, this... Leech, on top of taking over part of him, wanted the right to say it was the one working! Regardless, neither that nor his current lifestyle would get him anywhere. Resting on the bus' wall, the uncomfortable seat was shaken in place. "Oh yes..." He exclaimed, moving his buttocks sideways and garnering the attention of at least half the men on board. After blushing promptly, a hissing sound told him the bus was coming to a stop: Las Vegas. It was now or never - the best pits in all this continent, but this time around, he was here on other business: that mysterious voice.
Once off, the man walked over to a pseudo restaurant erected beside the bus station. He knew most of the employees at the local Dine'n'Run, but this one was entirely different: the seats weren't infested by dirt, and the stools were kept in place-- surprisingly, there were few people eating. It was somewhat of an odd time to be dining, though; 3 a.m. isn't a proper hour for anything other than sleep. That would be, if this world had no mutants, as the location he'd received wasn't open for him at another time of day.
"Hey honey," he said confident, recuperating the air of casualty the Dine'n'Run back home had. "could I get me a cheeseburger and some chili to go?" Was the question asked, after the tall lady turned around to meet him. Her hair, obviously a red wig, jiggled as she tilted to wink, then literally bounced up and down as she left for the food.
"They really don't make 'em like they do back home."
Sighing, a seat was taken, praying that telephone rang soon, telling him more of that place he blindly sought after.
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