To Build an Arena! (open)

Carrying several bags of groceries containing a variety of items, a young man in a red shirt, that seemed to be the top portion of a jumpsuit, black baggy sweatpants and white futuristic looking sneakers. His dark black eyes looked sharp, yet kind and his dark black hair looked properly gelled, though dry as a bone.

Though he had at least fives plastic bags wrapped around each arm, he didn’t seem to be struggling with the weight at all. The contents of the two gallons, milk in his left hand and orange juice in the right, swished quietly with each step. Most pedestrians gave him a wide berth, though the young man was already taking care not bump into anyone. As he headed down the street, his gaze shifted to somewhere across the street. What he spotted was a rather large, and run down looking old, what did the Earthlings call them? Something about a house for wares. Regardless, he spotted someone lifting a box of strange apparatuses through the wide open doors.

Normally, Callion kept to himself and was not a very inquisitive man, but something about those open doors just called to him. Taking a breath, he quickly willed his body to lift vertically before moving forward in a similar fashion. As he hovered over the open traffic, not a single car stopped and before long he was successfully flew over the street and landed in front of the warehouse. Poking his head in, he would take note of the lack of people in here, before he caught a glimpse of a figure cleaning. Alone. Callion’s heart pained a bit as something in his memories from that hell stirred, though he quickly repressed it. Better to not think of that place ever again.

Silently moving into the warehouse, he would look at a particularly dirty patch of floor, and get on his hands and knees, rubbing his forearm against it, ruining his shirt, and only spreading the mess on the ground.

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Callion looked up at the person speaking to him, and confusion filled his eyes yet again. He seemed to be looking at some sort of alien creature. A walking...something furry. Whatever this creature was, it spoke to Callion, and was offering him a broom. Trying not to stare, Callion gently took the broom from their hands and gripped it tight. “Thank you,” he said quietly, looking meek as he began to sweep. He could feel his tail straining against the confinements of his new sweat pants, but he willed it to stop. He was trying to pass off as human, and having a tail wag around was certainly not going to help him blend in.

As he thought this, he listened to the...creature though he was only half paying attention. His head snapped toward the broken light fixture. Shards of broken glass now littered the ground. Moving forward, he would begin to sweep up the shards at a startling speed. After a few moments all of the glass and dust in that area was made into a neat little pile. Then he would use a small burst of ki energy on the pile to completely disintegrate it. Nodding, he would get to work lifting the light fixture, with next no effort and carrying it over into the corner of the warehouse. While he did so, he looked around the room and nodded at the creatures’ claims of turning it into an arena. He could practically hear the crowds of people jeering and cheering as two combatants slugged at each other. While the thought of violence as a sport made Callion scowl, he knew he wouldn’t have to take part in it. Plus the idea of helping someone seemed strangely appealing to Callion. Placing the light fixture down, he quickly moved back to the area where his broom was, and suddenly had a better idea. Taking his outstretched palm, he would point it toward the ground and let loose a very low power wave of energy. Moving it along in a straight line, he would stop after a moment, and take note of the result. The dust had been erased, and the floor remained relatively unscathed. He began to stroll around the room at a casual pace, firing two waves, one from each hand, while doing so.

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Callion turned his head at the creature, and gave her a sort of nod in understanding. “Yes I am capable of speech.” He sounded a bit reserved, like someone who wasn’t used to people, and maybe even a tiny bit nerd like. “My name is Cal…” Callion paused as the thunder of a new idea resounded in his head. A chance for something new. Something he’d always dreamed of. “Cal...vin. Yes. Calvin er, Leonidas.” His moment of hesitation betrayed the deceit in that statement. “Sorry. My name escapes me sometimes. You know humans. Really forgetful,” he said trying to grin, though it came off as more a forced parting of the lips. Then his smile disappeared, as he nodded in confirmation at what the creature had said. He then turned around and walked over to pick up his broom then levitate a bit, and begin to walk on the walls, all while sweeping away at the dust and grime.

As he completed his volunteer work, he considered what he had just said and done. He had forged a new, albeit slightly pathetic name for himself, and lied to the person he was trying to help by claiming he was human. His grip on the broom tightened as he berated himself. “What am I crazy? People are going to be even more suspicious if I try to pull something like that,” he muttered under his breath.

After finishing off the west side wall, he turned back to as the creature what he should clean next, when his look changed to one of a confusion. The strange being was completely gone, no sign of them anywhere. Callion made his way toward the open storage door, and looked around outside, but that effort proved fruitless as well. Walking back into the storage area, he thought of leaving the place to gather dust yet again, before shrugging and deciding to finish the job.

Several hours of cleaning, refurbishing, and injury gathering, Callion, covered from head to foot in dirt, dust, and some bloody patches looked upon his handiwork, and gave the empty space a rare grin. He then leaned his broom against the wall and exit the now sparkling clean premises.

Noting the setting sun, Callion was about to head home, when an idea filled his usually silent mind. He decided to visit a local general store, and procure a pair of black rimmed spectacles and a eventually on a grey duffel bag over a black one. He then went home, up into his room, and began to scrawl in his journal.

Callion’s Log. Day 5.

Today was…interesting to say the least. I came across a very peculiar creature, who I assisted in refurbishing an old Earthling storage space. Apparently it was meant to become some sort of fighting area, though as you know I detest mindless violence, but to each his own as I heard an Earthling say as I was walking down the street. Either way, I wish that creature the best of luck and here’s to the future!

He then drifted off to a peaceful slumber.