[b]Nel Lilac[/b]

Popcorn was tossed towards him from his left, hitting him on the side of the face. His friend Cade had no aim and not even the strongest of boasting could change that. He shook his spiky black hair of the kernel before leaning forward on the rail to get a better sight of the contestants in the rest area. 

Nel couldn't explain the luck of spotting two people just up and leaving prime-time seats, he wasn't going to overlook the blessing. Before he had known it, he had guided Cade through the crowd of fight enthusiasts and claimed them for his own. With such a thick gathering of people, he was sure they wouldn't be able to find their seats again anyway. They were on the right side of stadium, the structure offering shadow from the sun. 

“They all seem freaking badass,” said Cade as he leaned forwards with him. “That Light chick especially. Ohhh man, don't get me wrong but she's hot. The Chiroki girl is cute too. Which one would you go out with?” 

Nel shrugged his shoulders. Usually he would had answered the brown haired, freckled youth, but he was distracted by the urge to join the fray. On the way inside he had spotted a mechanical punching bag alone and unguarded, it didn't take much convincing from his mind to try it out. With a hard jab he found out he would had qualified for the preliminaries. A odd sense of elation and self-rejecting had surged up in him. 

It made no difference though, soon the fights would start and he'd get to see some awesome combat. Sitting back down in the dry stoned bleacher, he folded his arms over his clothes, tightening them to hamper his adrenaline. “I hope they don't disappoint.” 

“If they do its your own fault. You made us skip class just to attend,” chuckled Cade. 

He let out two dry laughs from his throat. “You didn't have to tag along. You just wanted to get out of doing your work is all,” he smiled.