After a moment or two of eating the sweet stuff, Beck laid it aside. Not entirely because he was full, but it just didn't...taste all that good. It looked like it was supposed to be somewhat satisfying at least, but it made him feel kind of weird. Like he had a virus of some kind. Was that what the users would call 'sick'? As he set the little pastry aside, one of the containers that came with the bag he snatched fell to the floor with a small little 'clank!', but he didn't bother to pick it up.
Beck sighed and let a hand run through his hair, before let his chin rest on his hand. If the users behind this all and the ones watching it at home were wondering, he wasn't quite enjoying himself here. They probably knew that, too. And if the programs at Argon didn't care during their games, the chances of the users caring here were pretty slim too.
A noise outside captured his attention for about...oh, one second. It sounded like something banging into something else, but despite his training, and all that he had been through, he dismissed it. Things were old and unused here, and there had been a few times prior where he had been taken aback by a piece of a ride falling off to the ground, or a rusty-something making a racket nearby. This place was old and falling apart. He found himself lucky that this place was as nice as it was, and not falling over his head or anything like that.
Beck sighed and brought his legs up to his chest, his cheek resting on a knee. Maybe it was a good time to get some sleep, if nothing big was going on. The more energy he had the better he would be, anyway...-
Before he could even close his eyes, a louder, much closer noise nearby started him out of his sleepy thoughts. Beck propelled himself upwards, stumbling as he was suddenly thrown into the present. And now was the time for him to slap himself for not paying more attention to the noises outside...
He didn't even have any time to pack before the strangers made themselves known. Beck had gotten out of problems before by talking...maybe he could do the same here. "What do you want?"
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Beck sighed and let a hand run through his hair, before let his chin rest on his hand. If the users behind this all and the ones watching it at home were wondering, he wasn't quite enjoying himself here. They probably knew that, too. And if the programs at Argon didn't care during their games, the chances of the users caring here were pretty slim too.
A noise outside captured his attention for about...oh, one second. It sounded like something banging into something else, but despite his training, and all that he had been through, he dismissed it. Things were old and unused here, and there had been a few times prior where he had been taken aback by a piece of a ride falling off to the ground, or a rusty-something making a racket nearby. This place was old and falling apart. He found himself lucky that this place was as nice as it was, and not falling over his head or anything like that.
Beck sighed and brought his legs up to his chest, his cheek resting on a knee. Maybe it was a good time to get some sleep, if nothing big was going on. The more energy he had the better he would be, anyway...-
Before he could even close his eyes, a louder, much closer noise nearby started him out of his sleepy thoughts. Beck propelled himself upwards, stumbling as he was suddenly thrown into the present. And now was the time for him to slap himself for not paying more attention to the noises outside...
He didn't even have any time to pack before the strangers made themselves known. Beck had gotten out of problems before by talking...maybe he could do the same here. "What do you want?"