Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Apr 27, 2019 20:14:04 GMT
This was it. The penultimate confrontation among a battle of fortune and wits. Awareness was crucial; any fatal errors meant immediate expiry. A hybrid's entire existence was perpetually threatened by the thought of failure. An enveloping determination, yet also an unseemly tension rattled the hybrid's mind. Celmaru Waterfield was participating in a round of bingo. It was truly his uttermost task yet -- the ultimate challenge. Surrounding the hybrid were droves of both elderly and middle-aged men and women. Currently, the hybrid was the only evidently youthful individual nearby. Granted, many approximately Celmaru's age likely weren't intent on seeking out any of these prizes. Regardless, the aforementioned prizes were lucrative, albeit primarily to those present. A forested cabin was the illustrious grand premium. However, the subsequent winnings found itself within the hybrid's sights. According to the hybrid's newfound radar-esque device, a legitimate Dragon Ball was to be awarded! Fascinating indeed.
Nevertheless, Celmaru grasped at his nape, scratching at his bingo board with a palette of stickers. In truth, the hybrid's attendance was a coincidence. The hybrid's wife noticed the list of prizes within the event's flyer; she truly desired the fifth reward. Such a lackluster reward in question, apparently, was a selection of embroidered ribbons. The foremost premium was still favorable indeed, albeit it appeared that Phae maintained an inclination for the ribbons. Regardless, Celmaru found it adorable -- enough so that he purchased an entry ticket himself! Any result, be it the second or fifth prize, was a positive outcome overall. Leaning himself against the competition's table, the hybrid took another mental note of his situation: hopeless. Two spaces had been filled since the event's outset: the "Free" space, alongside a "Z:42" spot. It had already been three minutes. This was horrendous. Intermittent silence hardly rectified the hybrid's disposition.
"Zee... twenty... six."
The monotonously emphasized tone of the announcer, oddly enough, revised Celmaru's situation. The third sticker was promptly placed! There was the immediate discovery of this sticker encapsulating itself within the open area between the hybrid's first and second marking. Excellent! While the hybrid was evidently improving in regards to his approximate chances, others weren't ever more fortunate. A distant, otherwise unknown contender -- his visage likely no more than an inexact forty or so years of age -- lashed out at the table before him. The act was unsightly, at least to Celmaru, albeit his frustration was evident. Perhaps this contestant was aiming for the primary premium, himself. The impact in result of his irritation echoed within the competition's hall briefly. Numerous others began to stare, albeit only momentarily so; Celmaru included. The hybrid averted his gaze swiftly, however. Best not to incite any unwarranted involvement. Sliding his palm upon the surface beyond his frame, the hybrid mulled over those who may become winners in mere moments. This was already troublesome enough. Chances will filtering themselves away by the second!
"Oh... six... teen."
"GOD DAMMIT!"
Nevertheless, Celmaru grasped at his nape, scratching at his bingo board with a palette of stickers. In truth, the hybrid's attendance was a coincidence. The hybrid's wife noticed the list of prizes within the event's flyer; she truly desired the fifth reward. Such a lackluster reward in question, apparently, was a selection of embroidered ribbons. The foremost premium was still favorable indeed, albeit it appeared that Phae maintained an inclination for the ribbons. Regardless, Celmaru found it adorable -- enough so that he purchased an entry ticket himself! Any result, be it the second or fifth prize, was a positive outcome overall. Leaning himself against the competition's table, the hybrid took another mental note of his situation: hopeless. Two spaces had been filled since the event's outset: the "Free" space, alongside a "Z:42" spot. It had already been three minutes. This was horrendous. Intermittent silence hardly rectified the hybrid's disposition.
"Zee... twenty... six."
The monotonously emphasized tone of the announcer, oddly enough, revised Celmaru's situation. The third sticker was promptly placed! There was the immediate discovery of this sticker encapsulating itself within the open area between the hybrid's first and second marking. Excellent! While the hybrid was evidently improving in regards to his approximate chances, others weren't ever more fortunate. A distant, otherwise unknown contender -- his visage likely no more than an inexact forty or so years of age -- lashed out at the table before him. The act was unsightly, at least to Celmaru, albeit his frustration was evident. Perhaps this contestant was aiming for the primary premium, himself. The impact in result of his irritation echoed within the competition's hall briefly. Numerous others began to stare, albeit only momentarily so; Celmaru included. The hybrid averted his gaze swiftly, however. Best not to incite any unwarranted involvement. Sliding his palm upon the surface beyond his frame, the hybrid mulled over those who may become winners in mere moments. This was already troublesome enough. Chances will filtering themselves away by the second!
"Oh... six... teen."
"GOD DAMMIT!"
Monotony preceded the chaos. The opposing competitor wrested the bingo table from others beside them. Sticker palettes and bingo boards were scattered and fluttered about haphazardly. A thunderous clatter rattled nigh-all participants, excluding an odd few. The hybrid, of course, wasn't among them. Celmaru flinched, evidently startled by the clamor. Glancing towards the ruckus, his brows immediately furrowed, the hybrid noticed that this contestant was... rotund. An upturned nose, likely minuscule eyes. Apparently this one wasn't much for personal setbacks; as to how, Celmaru definitely never would figure as to why. Indeed, never, ever, for forever. Disregarding the brief fit of sarcasm, however, the situation hadn't lessened.
"Gee... sixty... two."
"I deserve that cabin! YOU GAVE ME A DUMB DUD BOARD! Gimme a NEW ONE!"
Insufferable. The hybrid slipped another sticker atop his game board. Three in a... corner pattern. Celmaru released an exhaling sigh throughout his nostrils, withholding choice diction for the man-child beyond him. Further rustling, along with minor mutterings from -- presumably -- the event staff, permitted brief respite. Within a moment's silence, unfortunately, the deviant became horrendously violent once again. Furthermore, profanity began to flow from the fool's lips akin to a flood. Such a sore loser; it reminded the hybrid of himself just under a decade ago. Such... "nostalgia" prompted Celmaru to shudder. A spinal shiver followed suit. An inconsequential threat was sternly proposed by the staff, offering the agitator a moment to either recollect themselves -- or simply vacate the premises. With an exasperated, gasping sigh, or perhaps a boisterous, perturbed scoff, the rabble-rouser took a seat.
"Tee... zero... two."
"NnnnoOOOO-AH!"
The event's supervisors had merely begun to return the bingo table to its original placement. Nevertheless, the man-child kicked and bitched it over once again. In a fit of rage, in response to a meager bingo space remaining unfulfilled, such a reaction spawned. It was unwarranted, in a word. To the hybrid, however, it had been grating upon his mind for every sputtering complaint. Be it their constant clangor, their unseemly physical abuse of tables, or displaying implausibly inane and childish behavior --
Celmaru's Ki manifested itself abruptly, taking form of a mere glove. A glove was a weapon; a glove has to be a weapon if this were to remain civil. Then again, perhaps that was no longer necessary. Whatever! A glove was a weapon now! Regardless, the pathetic clap of a portly individual's cheeks feebly echoed throughout the bingo hall; its repetition failing to further interrupt the current round of bingo. It was bingo. This wasn't to ever be so difficult! The remaining minutes of the "tournament" consisted of the din of a progressively unconscious individual ringing within competitors' ears ad nauseam. However, it was for the benefit of all, surely. Perhaps? Well, the hybrid believed so. In the bingo tournament's conclusion, it was a peculiar transaction.
"BINGO!"
"Bingo!"
"Bingo?!"
"Bingle -- uh, bingo."
"Bingo~!"
Be it via a stroke of utmost fortune, a deity's sleep-deprived lack of foresight, or perhaps the same deity's dissatisfaction with the game's ending -- it was of no matter to the hybrid. Celmaru was able to snatch the second prize, along with a familiar voice with their fifth-most premium. However, it was only a matter of time before the hybrid was able to discern this supposed "prize" and its validity. With the aforementioned familiar voice fluttering to his side, Celmaru peered upon his spoils prior to facing the familiarity; today's oddities were behind him now. Albeit, not before the man-child was left to remain hung atop a positively immense nail. They were to dangle atop the nail head by their shirt until reconsideration transpired. Punishment was crucial to a child's development, after all.
Light Weights active. "Searching" for that Dragon Ball!
TWC: 1,097
