[b]Nel Lilac - PL: 250/300[/b]

Sure he might had been going a bit overboard and he'd probably be found out sooner than later, but he just had to get in there. Even if it meant just for a little while. He pulled himself up and inside, slipping in with the soft taps of his boots against the floor. He winced a bit, unsure if the trained ears of the others fighters would grasp his entrance. 

His heart stuttered. He was finally surrounded by other fighters, he thought. His want and need to test himself made him giddy. He unclenched his fist and peeked over his shoulder, only to see that he was alone. He was in a dull room, there was no one around and it was quiet. Chairs were positioned in a sociable manner, large, relaxing trees shaded the areas from the sun. 

“How lucky am I?” he asked himself, slouching over and wiping his forehead of the stress. “All that climbing and sneaking sure paid off.” He strolled off with his hands tucked in his pockets, appearing confident in his presence there. Three minutes later and he was inside the rest area, the other fighters seemed tense and heavy with emotion. Guess not everyone was cut out for losing, some was too use to winning all the time. 

He paused and glanced at Fenaro, the green man had caught his attention but maybe he should talk to Jack first, just to get a better grasp of the guy. Hastily he walked over to Jack, pulled up a chair, and sat in it. 

“You're Jack right?” he asked as a greeting. “I just saw your fight, not exactly the greatest moment in your life, huh?”