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[OOC: Just to let you guys know, I'm putting this one in when the tournament starts timewise, but that doesn't mean everyone else can't stay back wherever they are in time and work their way up to tournament time. I'm just bored cause nobody's posted in a while.]
When Matt finally arrived at the tournament, his teams match was just about to start. He folded over, his hands on his knees, breathing hard from his drunken run. He would have been here much sooner, but in his drunken state, he had initially started running in the opposite direction of the tournament. Now that he was here, his team seemed very disappointed, but not suprised at all. He wished strongly that he had not consumed so much alcohol the night before that he would still be drunk today. He threw up again. Eldaire came over and comforted him and made sure he was okay. Matt wen't over to the water supply and drank a large quantity. His stomache didn't completely agree, but he knew he needed it for the fight. He didn't want to be dehydrated. He looked around for something to eat as well. Eldaire pulled a loaf of bread out of his pack and Matt devoured it without even thanking him. When he was done, he expressed his gratitude. When the cat lady called for Team Light's first competitor, Matt volunteered... to go last.
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