Scarf - December 22, 2011

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "scarf". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out]

Scarf - Squiddy Geiger - December 22, 2011

Johnny looked at the audience, who stared back expectantly, a murmur running through them as they waited. He smiled briefly as someone held up a camera and snapped a photo. He hated photos, but it was the price for fame.

He looked down the table at the others. Sabrina to his left, pretty in a blue dress, her hair up tight, with some flowers in the side, above her ear. She smiled back at him, and shook her head. Poor thing thought she could win.

Sheldon was beyond her, resplendent in his Superman costume - a superhero? Hardly. He was doing breathing exercises, preparing himself mentally for the coming battle. Confident, prepared, he was one to worry about.

To his right, Claudio. Poor Claudio, back for his first battle since the mishap. Johnny didn't think he'd have the stomach for it anymore, and was truly surprised to see the Italian here.

Rufus and Eldon, the Twin Menace, were beyond Claudio. They always battled beside each other, against each other, and against all comers, bright red hair a distraction in the afternoon sun. He wasn't worried about them.

At the far end, beyond the twins, was the only real danger to Johnny's title as King. He'd won more battles than Johnny, but only because he'd been in the game longer. His experience, however, was what had Johnny worried. Paul was confident, experienced, and ready.

The announcer finished the introductions, explained the rules, and the final countdown began. Johnny did his own quick breathing exercises, and was ready. He looked down expectantly, and as the bell rang, he dug in, devouring goldfish, defending his title: Long Life the Scarf King!

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