kibu-riu

Emera walked down the passage to the game room, the stench of sweat seeping down through the bleachers above nearly knocking him unconscious. But the smell wasn't the worst of his problems. He was in the fifth round, which means no more time to figure things out; the contestants now haven't been winning because of sheer luck. He would have to pick carefully. After all, home is over ten thousand light years away. There's no turning back from the moment he steps though the gate. No home to go back to, no mother to cry to, no friends to run to. 'This is it…' Emera thought, 'it's all or nothing…' He felt a jab in his back. The guard wa

..::way 1::.. open eyes wide at the person talking, then whisper, "damn! forgot your name..." ..::way 2::.. say "yes." then walk away ..::way 3::.. say "huh?" ..::way 4::.. stair at them without blinking ..::way 5::.. sing the first song that comes to your mind ..::way 6::.. ask an off topic question ..::way 7::.. cough a lot, then burp ..::way 8::.. thank them for telling you the last thing they said ..::way 9::.. scream something that makes no sense ..::way 10::.. say random phrases that have no relevance toward the topic at hand in a froign language he/she/they don't speak.