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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] His Dorm -> Going To Arena -> Arena
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] | Himself |
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Excited -> Nervous -> Confident -> Determined
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By the time Will had returned from his morning jog, Keats was gone, presumably already at the meeting for the tournament. After a very quick shower, Will quickly got dressed, and made sure he looked at least semi presentable. Mrs. Lovelace had always intimidated him, quite a bit. She was so...intense. Besides the fading black eye, his appearance was good enough for him, and so, with a bit of a spring in his step, he headed towards the Control Room.

The black eye was courtesy of Allen Hops. After discovering him to be disguised as Terry, the kid had gotten him pretty good, and then run off. Will was still upset that he'd lost the kid, and now the guy was in the wind. He hadn't seen the little master of disguise since that day, and had decided that the chase was over. If and when Hops showed his face again, Will could deal with it, but now he had more important things to deal with. 

Like this tournament. With Sam not participating, he and Avalon were spearheading her side in the competition. It would be up to them to make sure a Mayweather won, and him being one of the strongest competitors, a lot of responsibility rested on his shoulders. He was a powerhouse, no one could deny that. Pretty much every telekinetic could be considered dangerous, and Will had been training all his life. He could go toe to toe with many an older student. He knew he had a very good shot at winning.

And so, he strolled into the arena, and took a seat, surveying the competition. Lucas and Keats would be tough, same with Masterson. He'd have to bring his best to this competition. Luckily, he rarely brought anything else.

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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Her Dorm -> Going to the Arena -> The Arena
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] | [color=8e45c5][b]Lucas[/b][/color] [@Legion02] |
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Devilish -> Nervous -> Thrilled
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Never let it be said that Brenna Lancaster didn't dress to impress. As she stood in front of her mirror, making sure she looked styled to perfection, all she could think was that she was going to be the best dressed person at this meeting. Smirking at her reflection, she walked out and began towards the arena. She and Lucas were two of the heavy hitters from Gia's side that would be at this knock off Tournament of Terrors. And people who went up against heavy hitters, well accidents happen. 

Seeing Lucas no longer put butterflies in her stomach. She'd since pushed any conflicting emotions regarding her friend very deep down. She had no time to be fooling around with him, not since everything that's happened. What put her more on edge was the thought of seeing James. She'd been avoiding him for the past week, but she figured he could very likely be at this meeting. [i][b][color=powderblue]I need to talk to him. God damn Brenna, if he get's caught on the other side of this, you'll hate yourself[/color][/b][/i] she thought, her face becoming a visage of worry as she strutted across campus.

Her confidence returned as she entered the arena and saw her competition. The only people she was really worried about were Blake, and that new girl, the one who'd bumped into Gia. She was strange, and Brenna saw her as a definite threat. Spotting Lucas bothering some girl, she took a seat next to him. [color=powderblue][b]"Now Lucas, I hope you aren't being so rude to one of our Mayweather friends here. It's not polite to play with your food,"[/b][/color] she said with a smirk, and a glance at Amy that held no warmth. Only the wickedness that the Ice Queen was famed for.

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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Her Dorm -> Going to the Arena -> The Arena
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] | [color=deepskyblue][b]Will[/b][/color] |
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Sad -> Determined -> Doing okay, or at least faking it
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Avalon didn't like crying. She hated it. Tears were weakness, as her grandmother would say. Avalon held a similar sentiment. So it's easy to infer that she was especially unhappy as she sat on the floor of her dorm, tears streaming down her face and clutching a picture to her chest. The picture in question was of her as a young girl, no older than three, in the arms of her father. The picture had come from Will's mother, who'd been an old friend of her fathers. Upon discovering that she was friends with Will, she'd sent her many pictures of her father, pictures that he'd sent her. Her grandmother had never spoken about the man known to the world as Tesla, and her mother had often been too intoxicated to speak of him. When she wasn't she refused. She was still stuck at the funeral, grieving eternally.

This torrent of tears had been brought on by her selection in the tourney, a tourney which her father had once competed in, and won. And now, here she was, carrying his moniker, and competing in the same tourney. Could she live up to the precedent he'd set? She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and sniffled, before taking a deep breath and wiping away the tears. She cleaned herself up, and took a deep breath. [i][b][color=springgreen]Tears are weakness[/color][/b][/i] she thought, and began her march to the meeting. The march to make her daddy proud.

Once at the arena, she took a seat next to Will. [color=deepskyblue][b]"Hey, you alright?[/b][/color] he asked, noticing her red eyes. She nodded and offered a weak smile, and he dropped it. [i][b][color=springgreen]I'll make you proud Daddy. I promise[/color][/b][/i] she thought, biting her lip and surveying the others in the room. There was already a healthy amount of competition, and they didn't even have everyone here. This would be a tournament to remember.