HoH season 11. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.
Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:52 pm · id 296088593 · page 1
((Random Stage Selection! YAAAAAAY!!!))
The Bulletin Board Wrote:
WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. A tall armored figure finishes pounding the last tack into the bulletin board to hold up the match postings; using a fist instead of a hammer. Among the other items posted on the board are couches for sale, lost dogs, and one instance of "have you seen my jar of leeches?".
The bulletin board is fixed onto the side of a hallway 7 feet wide with waxed linoleum floors and incandescent lighting. Windows? Windows are for outside.
General - A hallway much like you would find in any public school.
Natural Element Resource - Drywall and rusty water from a knee-high drinking fountain.
Weapons - An industrial-sized floor waxer against the wall near the end of the hallway, a wheeled rack full of steel folding chairs, and a janitor's closet conveniently located.
Bonus Effects - Don't forget your Hall Pass.
((The dice have spoken.))
Wed Feb 09, 2011 2:14 pm · id 296454455 · page 1
The approach to the hallway battleground was a maze of crisscrossing smaller walkways, broken up by dozens of doors leading to the many classrooms of which this school was composed. Once one got their bears and finally made their way to largest and most battle appropriate of these passageways the monotony of door upon door was broken first a janitor's closet, then by a bulletin board that bisected the hallway, then by a quaint little water fountain and then by a seated form against the far wall.
The figure was adorned by a form fitting black tee, split along the left shoulder by a slash of white, its sleeves reaching halfway to the biceps leaving naked patch of pale skin before it was covered once more, this time by a pair of black bracers that reach from elbow to wrist. His lower half was sheathed in a loose pair of white jeans that were stuffed in a pair of black boots at the knees. The figure was also sporting several accessories such as a turtle ring on his left hand and a bracelet on his right, as well as jeweled belt that graced his hips. All in all, not too imposing of a sight but then again wasn't the man's intent. Instead, he seemed intent on opening his mouth and.....
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwn~"
....letting loose with a wicked yawn. Both long and hard was Benjamin 'yawn', for his opponent had left him waiting for quite some time and quite frankly there wasn't much to do in this horrid place. The squeaky linoleum floors and diffuse incandescent lighting might be nostalgic to some but to the privileged man seating here, it was naught but repulsive. He had been blessed with the gift of home schooling with a private teacher, a fact he'd never been so grateful for before in his life.
The restrooms floors were filled with urine, their ceilings and wash basins with wadded toilet paper and their facilities clogging with unflushed waste. All the rooms he'd stepped in to on his way to the designated waiting area had either been too hot or too cold and were overflowing with desks that made it hard to believe this was naught but a juvenile prison. He felt pity for those who had, were or would have to endure such a fate and could help but wonder how society function with the state of public education as it was.
But alas, he wasn't here for political discourse but rather for rigorous physical activity of which he'd been in sore need of for far too long. However without an opponent in sight, he'd just have to suffer for a little while longer as the stank of this place slowing sank into his bones. He shivered at thought, he feared that one bath just wasn't going to cut it tonight.