100 Meter Dash [Event]

[Larxene]

The 100 meter dash is a running event where you run 100 meters/300 feet. The point of the race is to take off from the starting block and make it across the finish line before the other contestants. You will have one post to go from the begining of the race to the end! Powers are prohibited in all events.

In order to determine the order, the staff will be rating the posts on these qualities: Dice Roll, Creativity, Descriptiveness, and Realism.

The Dice Roll will need to be rolled with a 6 sided dice. This will help order the racers and give luck a bit of a say in the race as well. When you post, you are to click the button or to use the following code: [dice=X]

The number inside the code is the number of sides on the die. For this event you will need a 6!

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"Welcome to the event! I will be your Judge for today. I do not want any foul play! This includes using and magic or abilities. I will be watching very closely." Judge Larxene paused for a moment to look over the three contestents. "This event is for the 100 Meter Dash! You have all signed up for the chance to win this race, so everyone, line up on the starting blocks!"

Judge Larxene moved on her chocobo a few feet to the starting line, pulling a gun. "Alright! Racers! On your mark! Get set!" Without a moments hesitation she pulled the trigger, firing off a round and notifying the begining of the race!

Members to Post:

[/li][li]Jordan
[/li][li]Jason
[/li][li]Hadria[/blockquote][/blockquote]

No Posting Order Must post before Sept 12th.

[jordan]

[dice=6]
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Jordan pulled his belt tight as the judge walked around explaining the rules. The Turk nodded when she finished talking and put his feet on the blocks.

Alright racers! On your marks! Get set! then the round blasted out of the gun.

Jordan forced his left foot against the block. He threw his body forward the wind blasted in his ears. Jordan pushed forward with the front of his feet. His toes pushed of the ground. Jordan's brain was focused on moving forward as fast as he could.

Jordan pushed all the strength he had gained from years of martial arts into forcing his body thought the air and along this small lane to the finish line. The blood was pounding in his ears, over and over. boom, boom every step echoed through the Turks mind. He didn't dare look for the other racers in case this slowed him down at all. The wind screamed in his ears loudly. One foot after the other was lifted then planted back down, throwing his body ever forward.

Jordan was nearly halfway now and he was feeling the first signs of fatigue. sweat dripped down his forehead then to the ground. he breathed heavier and slower. The sweet, sweet air burned Jordan's lungs but still the racer forced himself on. He didn't know if he would win, he just knew he had to finish.
Jordan stole a look upwards, he was doing well he could see the finish in all it's beauty.

Then he passed it. Jordan had finished the race. he turned of the track and fell to his knees. he breathed in and out this was all he had the strength to do. this one task keeping him alive. Jordan turned and sat down resting himself on the floor. now all there was left to do was see whether he had won. The Turk smiled though the pain and the sweat that now covered his face. [rand=04863912174657542432370450114064369847628643310953485889186353484]

[return]

[dice=6]

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[Hadria]

[dice=6]

“Why am I even here?” a red-haired woman asked herself as she brushed her hair aside, part of it having covered her face. Her arms returned to their cross position soon after, her eyes wandering as she noticed the spectators that had come to watch the show as well as her opponents. She didn't bother giving them too much of a once over, fairly certain that the child with a smile far too bright and the man in a suit that was obviously not Armani, wouldn't know anything she wanted to know. Furthermore, getting a chance to ask them any of the questions she would even want to wouldn't come until after the little race that she was participating in... oddly enough.

It had been only a week before she had been greeted by one of the many judges that were seeing over these events, a meeting that she had found rather peculiar. The judge had actually come into her humble abode on Hollow Bastion, their gender undiscernable extending an invitation to the Heartless. Yes, he invited her to take part in the Olympiad and test her physical fitness against others, specifically in the realm of a 100 meter dash. This had gotten a raise out of the Heartless as the judge left, amused that they would ask a serial murderer to attend a sporting event. Perhaps it was a publicity stunt of some sort, trying to show the inhabitants of the world that the events were held on that the Olympiad didn't discrimnate. No, they would allow people from all facets of life to put their skill and physical abilities to the test, even one without a heart. Not one to be rude, the Heartless had decided instantly to compete in the event not only because of the audicity of it all but because it'd be an easy win.

“Running is my speciality after all,” she said to herself as a smirk curved against her lips and she began to stretch a bit. While she hardly ever got cramps without warming up, after seeing the others attending begin doing it she figured she'd attempt to fit in by doing the same. As the saying went, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do,” and judging by the architechture it certainly seemed like she was in such a place or perhaps Greece. Whatever the case was, the beginning of the race steadily approached, the Heartless positioning herself at the starting line as she took her running stance that she had read from one of the many books she frequented. Her feet were pressed against the blocks behind her, her feet spread apart in a comfortable fashion, and her body low to the ground. As she adopted this running stance, the boy next to her, a red-head much like herself, shot off a few words of a taunt. She let out a snort of arrogance, waving him off and shaking her head.

“Sorry to burst your bubble kid but you're going to get curb-stomped,” she replied, taking a little less tactful of a vernicular than she typically did. Regardless, the gunshot was soon heard, her eyes flaring up as she took off the instant it went off and running similar to how she would when she did a hit and run strategy. Needless to say, it was a rather natural way to run for her and provided great acceleration and speed the first 30 meters anyway. Once she hit that 30 meter mark though, she began to raise her upperbody slolwly, still pumping her arms vigoursouly as she pulled up. At the 50 meter mark her upperbody would be all the way up, now allowing her to use her core as well to help maintain her top speed for the last 50 meters. And within a moment the last 50 meters would be closed, her body running through the yellow tape or at the very least that's what she believed would happen but the result would only be known shortly after.[rand=9847565458621836794624121394008461157776881009346791579800192267]

[Larxene]

The winner of the event, after careful reviewing from the staff, are as follows:

1st Place - Jordan
2nd Place - Hadria
3rd Place - Jason

If you have any questions or concerns about anything, feel free to pm an administrator.