Fox looked at the room he rented. A very...large room, standing 10 feet tall, and roughly 20 feet wide. It was an empty room inside. Nothing special. He had a bunch of folding chairs in a cart next to him. He looked at the door in front of him, which stood in the middle of the front, and was made of pure metal. He pulled it open, and sighed. He pulled the chairs inside, and pulled them to the wall on the right, and grabbed the first chair, and sat it in the middle of the room. What he was doing was going to be risky to everyones life involved; having a bunch of extremists in one room unsupervised.
Fox knew this could be fun. The finality of death will be in the air, as a bunch of killers sit in a room. They’d vary in size, but does that really matter? Each is as strong as the others, with some being strong in a more… literal sense, and the others with how they fight. It wasn’t a special thing, honestly it wasn’t.
He sat in this first chair, and thought something;
What if I told them...my name?
This thought crossed his head, primarly, because not many actually knew him even as Miles due to his habit of not being seen because he stayed in his room because he had money, he could do what he wanted. SCREW THE RULES! Well, respect them, and then buy them dinner. That’s the joke that came to his head, and he got a small chuckle out of it. You don’t get chuckles out of thinks when you’re Fox more often than not. It was a rough thing. He then got up, and grabbed two chairs, and set them up on either side until he made a half-circle… and came to a realization.
“They aren’t even going to use these chairs.” He did indeed say it outloud. He grabbed the chair closer to him, and throw it as hard as he could at the nearest wall. He did this a few more times before sighing yet again. He couldn’t be serious, could he? He left for 5 minutes, and came back with a large combat mat, which when unraveled was 10 feet wide and 10 feet long… which is why it was a pain in the ass to get through the door.
After setting it up, he noticed the placement of windows, which were placed every five feet on each wall, and then every 5 feet on the ceiling, yet no man-made light could be seen.
He then realised it was about mid-day, and the sun was still shining, it’s not something that he often took note of, but when you’re in a giant metal building full of windows, you get to notice these things. He then went over to the cart that had about 10 extra chairs, and dug under the chairs and pulled out a little chalk-board and some chalk, and wrote 2 words.
Extremists only!
He hung the little board outside, and then went inside, and started throwing some air jabs.
Fox knew this could be fun. The finality of death will be in the air, as a bunch of killers sit in a room. They’d vary in size, but does that really matter? Each is as strong as the others, with some being strong in a more… literal sense, and the others with how they fight. It wasn’t a special thing, honestly it wasn’t.
He sat in this first chair, and thought something;
What if I told them...my name?
This thought crossed his head, primarly, because not many actually knew him even as Miles due to his habit of not being seen because he stayed in his room because he had money, he could do what he wanted. SCREW THE RULES! Well, respect them, and then buy them dinner. That’s the joke that came to his head, and he got a small chuckle out of it. You don’t get chuckles out of thinks when you’re Fox more often than not. It was a rough thing. He then got up, and grabbed two chairs, and set them up on either side until he made a half-circle… and came to a realization.
“They aren’t even going to use these chairs.” He did indeed say it outloud. He grabbed the chair closer to him, and throw it as hard as he could at the nearest wall. He did this a few more times before sighing yet again. He couldn’t be serious, could he? He left for 5 minutes, and came back with a large combat mat, which when unraveled was 10 feet wide and 10 feet long… which is why it was a pain in the ass to get through the door.
After setting it up, he noticed the placement of windows, which were placed every five feet on each wall, and then every 5 feet on the ceiling, yet no man-made light could be seen.
He then realised it was about mid-day, and the sun was still shining, it’s not something that he often took note of, but when you’re in a giant metal building full of windows, you get to notice these things. He then went over to the cart that had about 10 extra chairs, and dug under the chairs and pulled out a little chalk-board and some chalk, and wrote 2 words.
Extremists only!
He hung the little board outside, and then went inside, and started throwing some air jabs.
