Post by NOMA on Feb 7, 2011 20:02:41 GMT -6
Noma was getting bored. There were so many rules that she wasn't used to, rules Tron and Sam Flynn put into place to make the Grid "user-friendly", to keep everyone safe. The games were no longer any fun. No one derezzed in them anymore, and that was her favorite part about participating or watching. She was skilled with a disc, as skilled as any program could be that had practice, decent with a light-sword, lithe and quick on her feet.
Noma did long to be back in the arena, maybe facing someone who didn't stand a chance against her. Sure, it was unfair, but it was fun to her, and her definition of fun was a little twisted. All the users that thought they could take part...wouldn't it be something if she let her disc slip, threw one too hard, pushed the limits of what was allowed and derezzed one?
A quiet chuckle escaped her as she walked along the streets of Tron City, her eyes taking in everyone that she passed. Many users, and she'd never had the desire to stick her foot out and trip someone more than she did now...but Noma behaved herself. The once-spy for Clu kept her mouth shut and her expression difficult to read. There would be no telling who she ran into that evening.
Noma did long to be back in the arena, maybe facing someone who didn't stand a chance against her. Sure, it was unfair, but it was fun to her, and her definition of fun was a little twisted. All the users that thought they could take part...wouldn't it be something if she let her disc slip, threw one too hard, pushed the limits of what was allowed and derezzed one?
A quiet chuckle escaped her as she walked along the streets of Tron City, her eyes taking in everyone that she passed. Many users, and she'd never had the desire to stick her foot out and trip someone more than she did now...but Noma behaved herself. The once-spy for Clu kept her mouth shut and her expression difficult to read. There would be no telling who she ran into that evening.
