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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><b><i>Dream Field Arena - Duelist Waiting Room, Neo Domino City, May 10th, 8:30 AM<br/>
</i></b></span>​</div><br/><br/>Despite the hustle and bustle of the waiting room - never mind the fact that some asshole decided to bring his own self-importance into the room by means of a massive mob - everything soon seemed to settle after the Duel started. Even more so once others decided to go wait in one of the rooms on the upper floors of the hotel where the Duelists got to wait. Keith Summers, a proud red-blooded American, almost considered doing that himself...But the couch he was laying on was just so damn comfortable.<br/><br/>A bandana in the form of an American flag was wrapped around his left arm, its surface pristine despite the grease-stains on his clothes and smudges of oil on his face; despite being a mechanic by heart, one should expect a Duelist to show up to a Duel somewhat clean. But his boss was a slave-driver; he had gotten permission to go into this tournament and take the time off to do so, but the man made him work like a dog until the very end of his shift. And disregard the fact that some of these snootier snoots did little to actually take care of their machines, something he found downright distasteful. From cracked cooling hoses to a faulty processor and even some moron that managed to wreck the thing altogether, he definitely earned his daily bread.<br/><br/>And he was almost too late to register; the crowds were so thick at the entrance to get in and watch that he had to push his way past most people just to reach the registration table in time. And though he was a chill person most of the time, he definitely didn't seem it when he registered: From forgetting that he had his letter in his back left pocket to almost dropping his Duel Disk on the ground, it seemed the rush was making him go crazy.<br/><br/>But now he was here, and could just chill. "Only in Japan..." he muttered with a slight grin, sitting up more now that the first Duel opened up...Though he couldn't help giving a slight whistle at the Dark Magician Girl cosplay on the screen; she pulled that off quite well, if he did say so himself.<br/><br/>The D-wheeler she was riding was damn fine itself and the girl playing Red-Eyes, he soon found, wasn't all that bad looking either; this tourney definitely had some cute ones in it. Still nothing like the hotties back in the Big Apple, but hey...A nine-point-nine out of ten was still more than alright in his eyes. Though he would know better than to compare them to girls in the States aloud.<br/><br/>'Red Eyes Black Dragon...Totally needs Metalmorph to make it badass..." he commented bemusedly, his love of machines coming through as he watched the duel commence. A quick look around showed him that some young lass in the back was fiddling with her deck; and for whatever reason, she seemed to be blushing. Well, she seemed nice if reserved; a quick trip to the restroom later and his faces and hands were clean, the dirty work gloves shoved into his back. Not much he could about the clothes without a laundromat, but that was alright; it was mostly on his tank-top anyway. Something that showed off his muscular physique quite nicely as he went ahead and approached her.<br/><br/>"Hey there...Tournament should be fun, right?" he then said, holding out a hand - left one, more accurately, letting the girl see the American flag bandana around his bicep - as he introduced himself, "Keith Summers, machine duelist and mechanic extraordinaire. What's your name, doll?"