soggyparadise
DnD, ,, Dehydrated n Depressed
Chiron managed to find himself a secluded table to eat at quick enough. After all being a relative fan favorite in the arena did earn him a few little perks not listed along with amenities like his own private room. Many waitstaff at the menagerie of restaurants lining the halls of Heaven's arena would often give their more desirable table to competitors, allowing them to eat away from any prying eyes of fans or fellow fighters alike. Besides, Chiron had earned a reputation for his black pit of a stomach as well as his generous tipping habits making him the ideal customers.
Of course the young nen user went on to prove those rumors twice, ordering enough food for four of a man his size to have their fill however much to his waitress's amazement and mild disgust he polished off just about every dish he was brought, the only thing left being little piles of ingredients he didn't care for like bell peppers.
His meal was completed in under an hour, right on schedule for his next match, and now with his stomach full he felt a bit more energized despite his lack of sleep from the prior night being spent pouring over his late senior hunter's work.
He was brought his check swiftly and of course, like always, wrote in a hefty tip, not caring for monetary gains much when compared to that of true knowledge; and then he headed out, shoving his hands deep into his overall pockets as he walked towards the main arena.
It wasn't very far of a walk, however after being stopped a few times by a couple of fans that he'd garnered during his time he was running late. And by the time he reached the door to the stadium the doors were already closed with a couple of security guards standing sternly in front of them. They gave Chiron a bit of a hard time about not opening the doors after a match has started but with enough bribery and waving of his competitor's badge they finally allowed him inside. For a moment the small male looked over the vast room full of cheering onlookers, his chest tight as his anxiety picked up, but with a deep breath he steadied himself- this was for Cordelia Schmidt and all the other lives that had been taken so far. He didn't have time to get nervous and chicken out. He gave a firm nod to no one in particular and started down the mountain of stairs towards the front few rows where he knew other competitors would be likely to be seated, waiting for their turn to fight- luckily enough he hadn't been chosen first, giving him the time necessary to actual make his way here.
However as he made his way down the stairs he began to get. . .distracted first by the ginormous names displayed above the arena and secondly by a familiar figure he saw as he looked back down to the rows of seats near the edge of the arena. Was that. . .? Could it really be? As he squinted to get a better look, travelling a bit faster down the stares she came into focus. Chiara, likely the sole reason he passed the exam in the first place. She was here in the flesh and finally he had a chance to thank her. A chance to repay her, to celebrate her and most of all apologize he couldn't find her sooner.
Before he knew it his brain has already sent off the signal for him to break into a light jog down the stairs, taking the landings in between the flights of steps in a single bound. Which with his clumsy streak was bound for disaster. "Chiara! Chiara!! You're here! You're really actually here! I tried to look for!-" He was cut off, his voice catching in his throat as he missed a step and tumbled forward down the steep slope, there was no reprieve from his fall until the very bottom of the stairs where, carried by his own momentum, he crashed right into something. . . soft? He groaned in pain for a moment before slowly lifting his head up, only to be met with the face of the woman he'd been calling looking down at his own scraped and bloody one, his nose flooding over his lip and chin. "Ch-chiara. . .you're . . .here." He managed before flopping his head down again, right where it'd been before as in his dazed state he truly believed perhaps this might just be a dream, and if he closed his eyes again he'd awake.
Of course the young nen user went on to prove those rumors twice, ordering enough food for four of a man his size to have their fill however much to his waitress's amazement and mild disgust he polished off just about every dish he was brought, the only thing left being little piles of ingredients he didn't care for like bell peppers.
His meal was completed in under an hour, right on schedule for his next match, and now with his stomach full he felt a bit more energized despite his lack of sleep from the prior night being spent pouring over his late senior hunter's work.
He was brought his check swiftly and of course, like always, wrote in a hefty tip, not caring for monetary gains much when compared to that of true knowledge; and then he headed out, shoving his hands deep into his overall pockets as he walked towards the main arena.
It wasn't very far of a walk, however after being stopped a few times by a couple of fans that he'd garnered during his time he was running late. And by the time he reached the door to the stadium the doors were already closed with a couple of security guards standing sternly in front of them. They gave Chiron a bit of a hard time about not opening the doors after a match has started but with enough bribery and waving of his competitor's badge they finally allowed him inside. For a moment the small male looked over the vast room full of cheering onlookers, his chest tight as his anxiety picked up, but with a deep breath he steadied himself- this was for Cordelia Schmidt and all the other lives that had been taken so far. He didn't have time to get nervous and chicken out. He gave a firm nod to no one in particular and started down the mountain of stairs towards the front few rows where he knew other competitors would be likely to be seated, waiting for their turn to fight- luckily enough he hadn't been chosen first, giving him the time necessary to actual make his way here.
However as he made his way down the stairs he began to get. . .distracted first by the ginormous names displayed above the arena and secondly by a familiar figure he saw as he looked back down to the rows of seats near the edge of the arena. Was that. . .? Could it really be? As he squinted to get a better look, travelling a bit faster down the stares she came into focus. Chiara, likely the sole reason he passed the exam in the first place. She was here in the flesh and finally he had a chance to thank her. A chance to repay her, to celebrate her and most of all apologize he couldn't find her sooner.
Before he knew it his brain has already sent off the signal for him to break into a light jog down the stairs, taking the landings in between the flights of steps in a single bound. Which with his clumsy streak was bound for disaster. "Chiara! Chiara!! You're here! You're really actually here! I tried to look for!-" He was cut off, his voice catching in his throat as he missed a step and tumbled forward down the steep slope, there was no reprieve from his fall until the very bottom of the stairs where, carried by his own momentum, he crashed right into something. . . soft? He groaned in pain for a moment before slowly lifting his head up, only to be met with the face of the woman he'd been calling looking down at his own scraped and bloody one, his nose flooding over his lip and chin. "Ch-chiara. . .you're . . .here." He managed before flopping his head down again, right where it'd been before as in his dazed state he truly believed perhaps this might just be a dream, and if he closed his eyes again he'd awake.