Alrighty, this chapter marks the beginning of the transition from humour fic to an actual storyline, so be prepared, I hope you will still like it regardless
Don't look at me, Tecmo owns this stuff
Chapter 9: Moving Out
The following morning, the remaining competitors in the tournament were transported from the large apartment complex to a very extravagant new complex. There were fifty rooms total in the entire building, and every one of them a luxury suite. The building was a perfect square, with an open-air patio, pool and recreational facilities placed in the middle. Phil sat in a soft lounge chair that he dragged out to his balcony. He missed the view of the fields that his old room had, granted his new room was beyond his dreams of luxury, but the new view seemed to leave a lot to be desired. A loud knock came from his door, causing him to sigh as he pulled himself out of his comfort. He unlocked his door and opened it. Bass stood in the door with a fat cigar polluting the hall.
"So whattaya think, boy? Welcome to the competitor's suites." Phil smirked.
"They are quite nice." he said. "Though the view does lack a little." Bass tilted his head and walked out to Phil's balcony. Down below, Hitomi and Leifang splashed and play-fought in the pool. Bass put his hands on his hips and looked down at Phil.
"You call this a bad view? You're just picky m'boy." Phil smirked and shook his head.
Dude, one would wind me up in an orange jumpsuit, the other is insane, no way I'm going to stare at them all afternoon. Bass walked back into Phil's room and laid out on Phil's couch, leaving dirt from his shoes on the carpet. The cigar's smoke thickened the air almost immediately, Phil slightly cleared his throat.
"Oh, you heard that one?" Phil looked frightened.
Heard what? I was clearing my throat from the smoke. Bass chuckled and stood up.
"Guess I oughta leave, see ya later kid." Phil watched Bass leave.
Huh? What just happened? Wha... Then the smell hit Phil, changing the look on his face immediately. Dah.... Augh... that son of a bitch I'll kill him!
Hours later the sun had set, Phil still sat on the balcony, thinking about his fellow competitors and all the different backgrounds he had learned from them. Partially to devise a strategy on how to combat them, secondly to review just what the heck he had gotten himself into. His phone rang, causing him to snap back to reality. He lifted the receiver and held it to his ear.
"Hello?" he said calmly into the phone.
"Hi." a gentle voice said back. Phil waited for more, but there wasn't anything.
"May I ask who's calling?" he said in a businesslike manner, the voice on the other end sighed.
"It's Helena."
Huh? What? She's calling me?? Phil quickly paid attention. "Yeah, what's up?" he made sure to keep his voice friendly, but not too much. There was a drawn out pause again.
"I... I just wanted to talk." Phil was silent. "Are you still there?"
"Yeah, yeah I am. What do you want to talk about?" he was so very confused.
"Well, I guess nothing specifically, I think I just want someone to talk to." Her voice quivered a bit. Phil sat up straight.
"Want to talk to someone, or need to talk to someone?" Again Helena paused.
"Both I guess, you don't mind do you?" Phil leaned forward on his knees.
"Of course not, what's wrong? Homesick or something?" Helena sighed on the other end.
"Look, do you want to come over to my room?" Phil didn't reply. Helena's voice swayed again. "Oh geez, that must have sounded bad, I don't mean in that sort of way, I mean to talk." Phil nodded to himself.
"Sure, yeah. What room is yours?"
"Room 418." Phil hung up and stood from his chair. He then looked out across the courtyard and at the wall across his balcony. Helena's room was one floor up and one room to the right of the room directly across from his, he only figured that out because he saw her walk by her window to hang up the phone.
Uh oh, impending storyline coming! Brace yourselves! Phil is about to find out about Helena's past. What could be eating at her so badly that she would call him? I guess you'll have to read more to find out.
Don't look at me, Tecmo owns this stuff
Chapter 9: Moving Out
The following morning, the remaining competitors in the tournament were transported from the large apartment complex to a very extravagant new complex. There were fifty rooms total in the entire building, and every one of them a luxury suite. The building was a perfect square, with an open-air patio, pool and recreational facilities placed in the middle. Phil sat in a soft lounge chair that he dragged out to his balcony. He missed the view of the fields that his old room had, granted his new room was beyond his dreams of luxury, but the new view seemed to leave a lot to be desired. A loud knock came from his door, causing him to sigh as he pulled himself out of his comfort. He unlocked his door and opened it. Bass stood in the door with a fat cigar polluting the hall.
"So whattaya think, boy? Welcome to the competitor's suites." Phil smirked.
"They are quite nice." he said. "Though the view does lack a little." Bass tilted his head and walked out to Phil's balcony. Down below, Hitomi and Leifang splashed and play-fought in the pool. Bass put his hands on his hips and looked down at Phil.
"You call this a bad view? You're just picky m'boy." Phil smirked and shook his head.
Dude, one would wind me up in an orange jumpsuit, the other is insane, no way I'm going to stare at them all afternoon. Bass walked back into Phil's room and laid out on Phil's couch, leaving dirt from his shoes on the carpet. The cigar's smoke thickened the air almost immediately, Phil slightly cleared his throat.
"Oh, you heard that one?" Phil looked frightened.
Heard what? I was clearing my throat from the smoke. Bass chuckled and stood up.
"Guess I oughta leave, see ya later kid." Phil watched Bass leave.
Huh? What just happened? Wha... Then the smell hit Phil, changing the look on his face immediately. Dah.... Augh... that son of a bitch I'll kill him!
Hours later the sun had set, Phil still sat on the balcony, thinking about his fellow competitors and all the different backgrounds he had learned from them. Partially to devise a strategy on how to combat them, secondly to review just what the heck he had gotten himself into. His phone rang, causing him to snap back to reality. He lifted the receiver and held it to his ear.
"Hello?" he said calmly into the phone.
"Hi." a gentle voice said back. Phil waited for more, but there wasn't anything.
"May I ask who's calling?" he said in a businesslike manner, the voice on the other end sighed.
"It's Helena."
Huh? What? She's calling me?? Phil quickly paid attention. "Yeah, what's up?" he made sure to keep his voice friendly, but not too much. There was a drawn out pause again.
"I... I just wanted to talk." Phil was silent. "Are you still there?"
"Yeah, yeah I am. What do you want to talk about?" he was so very confused.
"Well, I guess nothing specifically, I think I just want someone to talk to." Her voice quivered a bit. Phil sat up straight.
"Want to talk to someone, or need to talk to someone?" Again Helena paused.
"Both I guess, you don't mind do you?" Phil leaned forward on his knees.
"Of course not, what's wrong? Homesick or something?" Helena sighed on the other end.
"Look, do you want to come over to my room?" Phil didn't reply. Helena's voice swayed again. "Oh geez, that must have sounded bad, I don't mean in that sort of way, I mean to talk." Phil nodded to himself.
"Sure, yeah. What room is yours?"
"Room 418." Phil hung up and stood from his chair. He then looked out across the courtyard and at the wall across his balcony. Helena's room was one floor up and one room to the right of the room directly across from his, he only figured that out because he saw her walk by her window to hang up the phone.
Uh oh, impending storyline coming! Brace yourselves! Phil is about to find out about Helena's past. What could be eating at her so badly that she would call him? I guess you'll have to read more to find out.