Fun, Fists, and Friendship
| Fun, Fists, and Friendship | |
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"KICK HIM IN THE BALLS! OR KICK HER IN THE BALLS! We're equal opportunity, everyone can get a kick in the junk." | |
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Various folks gather for some fun at Satin and Savagery. |
+------------------------+ Fighting Ring - Savagery +------------------------+ Savagery's fighting ring isn't exactly a comforting space. Concrete flooring, surrounded on all sides by solid wooden barricades, and an actual drain in the center, presumably used for washing away blood after a 'good fight' as the regulars of the bar might term it. It's brutal in its simplicity, and unforgiving in its practicality. Entry is gained either by going over the waist-high fencing designating the perimeter of the ring, or through either of a pair of lockable gates situated opposite each other. Mounted high up on the wall nearest the barricaded area so all can see is a chalkboard listing the rules of the ring, spattered lightly here and there with the blood of those who didn't follow its commandments. Surrounding the ring is a space cleared away for spectators. Just as with the makeshift arena, it offers little in the way of comfort, but there is at least less expectation of having your blood spilled among the audience. Occasionally, if a large crowd forms to watch a highly anticipated bout, simple standing benches can be positioned around the ring to allow those in the back some elevation to better spectate the fight. +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+
The next man that steps up already has his shirt off. His feet are in combat boots, his legs and waist in BDUs with a black nylon web belt cinched around the middle. He's lean and all muscle from the waist up, a tattoo of the Eagle Globe and Anchor on the left side of his chest and a cartoon chicken holding a pair of fuzzy dice on the right shoulder. A banner beneath the cartoon chicken reads LUCKY CHICKEN. It's Norman, and he has a look in his eyes like he's might just be drunk or high or something while being absolutely laser-focused and alert. Blue eyes stare unblinking, wrapping his hands as he looks at the ring, waiting to see who he gets matched against. Who knows what initially drew in the mortal known as Five. Fighting? Strippers? Food? Maybe just a warm place to stay for a couple hours? Maybe she spotted a familiar face and decided to follow. Whatever was the reason, she's found herself in the fighting area! Making her way through the crowd, she spots Arnaud first as he walks away from his victory. With a bit of a smile, she strides on over toward him. "That looked like fun!" she exclaims, perhaps already starting to feel the energy of the area. Looking over her shoulder, she can't help but notice the next contender. Intrigued, the mortal makes her way rrrrrrright to the edge. Bright green eyes glance around, perhaps waiting to see who else might challenge Norman. And when nobody else does? Just practically leaps into the pit with an eager look at Norman. "Hey!" Arnaud graps a bottled beer and hovers near the ring to see who is next. There's a blink of surprise seeing the familiar figure of Norman up there and for a moment he looks like he's about to get up there again. Five's apparance drags him out of it and might save him from much pain. "Eh, I'm just here to... soak up the atmosphere," he replies with an ironic drawl. He holds his beer out for her but she's already gone - up into the ring. "...huh." As soon as he sees who steps into the ring, Norman spits the mouthguard out into his hand and points at Five to shake his head. "Nuh uh! I ain't kicking the shit out of some girl! Four or Five or whatever your name is!" He has to shout to be heard over the noise you see. With a wrapped hand he shoos at Five and adds, "I ain't in no playin mood tonight lil miss!" Out and about and looking for an adventure for the evening, Seth, Spider and Firefly arrive and make their way down to the fighting area. Having heard there will be some action, Seth still has a beer in one hand and points with the bottle at the group already gathered, "Maybe we can get in on the action. You guys down to fight? I always think it's pretty fun. You know, the tactics of it, the need to put in thought and then of course the competition. Also, nothing is more badass than kicking someone's ass. Good way to make friends, right?" Honestly, it's not hard to track people these days. Especially when you install a find my phone app on their phone while they aren't looking. So when SOMEONE doesn't respond to her texts, probably about twenty by the point she gets pissed off, Harlow goes about it an entirely different way. There's no sound of an explosion or a bat to someone's windshield that precedes her arrival. And while she looks like she might just explode right then and there, she keeps her trap shut when she spots the pair in the ring. It's impolite to interrupt a fight. Walking along with Seth, the bald biker with red braided goatee chuckles a bit and shrugs in response. "I don't usually just fight for fun...not big on showing off, but hell why not?" Spider gives Firefly a side glance and arches his brows, "You feel like sharpening your skills a little kid?" He smirks at the Creole woman and makes his way over with his friend. "Know these people?" he wonders, arching his brows as he sees people locked in combat already. Firefly didn't look very physically intimidating at all. In fact she was kind of standing behind Spider, smiling meekly at anyone who looked at her while she accompanied the pair of men with her. When asked if she'd like to sharpen her skills, at first she looks surprised, but then she laughs nervously and nods. "You just wanna beat up on me, but if it'd help me be more prepared then by all means mister. Just not the face," mutters the delicate looking young woman as she turns to look at the brawl taking place. For no reason at all she puts two fingers in her mouth and whistles loudly - for the ambiance. +----------------------------+ Five rolls 14 Dice +----------------------------+ Roll: Dexterity +Brawl.Grappling +1 +3 Result: Success (3) -- (1 4 8 10 7 2 1 4 1 9 2 7 1 6 1) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ Five looks VERY amused as Norman initially declines to accept her challenge. That seems just fine with her as the mortal just continues on by removing her hoodie. She's looking very wiry underneath, maybe malnurished but still compact and sturdy. It's in an instant that she moves, sprinting across the ring like the lion after it's prey. Well, more fun than ferociously. The mortal practically climbs up Norman, her arms and legs snaking around him as she starts to tangle him in an attempt to take him down. Even if she doesn't quite pull him down, she'd probably at least get him to topple just a little bit! Arnaud takes a slurp of beer, lazily leaning and watching. The trio that enters draws his blue gaze over, studying them openly but non-challengingly for a moment before he focuses again on the ring. Apparently he doesn't care about Norman fighting a five foot tall girl, perhaps suspecting that if she challenges, she does so because she knows what she is doing. Even so, he blinks in awed surprise seeing how she goes about it and he stands up more straight to stare with his mouth a little agape. Something lights up in his eyes. He hugs his beer bottle to his chest, and smiles dopely. +---------------------------+ Norman rolls 10 Dice +---------------------------+ Roll: Strength +Brawl.Fists +3 Result: Success (4) -- (4 8 6 4 4 2 2 9 5 10 9) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ Norm takes the brief second when he sees Five rushing him to stick the mouthguard back in his mouth. His eyes go wide and wild when she climbs on and starts to try to wrestle him. Then something just snaps in him and he makes it immediately clear that being up close and in his face is Not A Good Place To Be. Apparently his striking game in close is pretty strong, and he hammers fists in tight against her ribs before diving forward and using her back for a good surface to impact the floor with. It's a move designed to slam the breath out of her before he works her body with his fists a few more times and then shoves up and off the floor, glaring down at her with rageful eyes. Hands thrown wide, he declares his own victory by howling around his mouthguard, unapologetically wolflike. Then he points at Five as if to tell her STAY DOWN and stalks out of the ring, flexing his wrapped hands. Pointing to the ring with the bottle in his hand, Seth laughs adding, "Well I mean that there is a scrapper. Look at her go." Whistling like Firefly he yells out, "KICK HIM IN THE BALLS!" Looking to Spider and then Firefly he calls back out to the ring, "OR KICK HER IN THE BALLS!" Nodding to the pair with him he adds, "We're equal opportunity, everyone can get a kick in the junk." Turning his full attention back on the ring he whistles for the winner. There's a look down, at her wrist, where there's three different watches. None digital. Or smart. Then Harlow glances back up towards the ring and the pair in it, rocking her weight back onto her heels, then forward onto her toes. There's a slanted look in the direction of those whistling, eyes narrowing for a fraction of a second before she turns back just in time for the howling. Although she managed to initially get a good grip on Norman, Five's focus had been on grabbing him while not also remembering /not/ to get grabbed. OOF! It's /almost/ comical the way she tries to grip back on before she's hurled toward the ground. There's a very loud thud as her body makes contact, the wind getting knocked out of her, and for a moment... does it feel warmer suddenly? The mortal very much stays down, not one to push her luck at the moment. She groans as she slowly sits up, still too pained to make it fully to her feet as she watches Norman walk off. Although she doesn't smile, it's clear that she doesn't think it was a bad match. Even if she lost. Eventually, she does manage to crawl out of the ring, slinking off to the bar for a drink.
When Norm goes down she is watches her get worked over with those rib punches and shakes her head. "Well I'll be, she started real strong, fer sure my money was on her. She's feisty as all hell." Even though the throwdown was over she claps and cheers, mainly for Norm who took it like a champ and manages to hang in there. "Mon cherie, you had him in the first half." Keen eyes follow Five as he stalks out of the ring, smiling as he wraps his hands. She leans in to Seth and Spider, nervously inquiring. "You won't make me fight that, right? Y'all wouldn't....wouldn't do me like that. Right?" Arnaud inhales deeply and closes his eyes. He wasn't joking when he said he was here to 'soak up' the atmosphere, and this gave him a nice fill up. He doesn't shout or applaud, but tips his bottle over at Norman as the winner before he walks around the ring to find Five at the bar. "Give her a beer, on me," he says to the tender and puts some bills down. "Nice technique." "I don't think you HAVE to fight anyone." Seth says with a laugh towards Firefly as he finishes off his beer and lets a passing server take the empty bottle from him. "Besides, I'm sure there are more than enough people fighting to make it less of a thing you need to be in on, instead just watching should work. Though we should totally bet on the fighters." Pointing to the pair of fighters he calls out, "Great fight! Well done you two!" With a smile to the girl, Spider confirms what Seth has said, "Yeah nobody will make you fight, Bug..." He laughs a bit at Seth's cheering. "Sure thing. Equality is important, bro." Bald, with a tattoo of a spider on a long red braided beard, he steps closer to the action. The biker takes his cuts off, just in case he does fight, patches all over it including one that reads 'President' and another says 'Spider'. The back has a fanged skull with a cloud of incests swarming out of it. Over that it reads 'The Swarm'. "You fighting?" he asks Seth with arched brows. "I'll go a few rounds, sounds like fun to throw a few jabs." he adds but stops to wait and watch to see who is going next. An appreciative look is given to Arnaud, still not quite smiling but in good spirits considering that she's probably going to be recovering from bruises for a few days. Five takes the beer whenever the bartender hands one over, enjoying a few sips. "Thanks," she replies. "I didn't figure he was going to grab me so quick," she says, perhaps hinting at either her own experience or maybe just some ego showing through. "You did well too!" A pause, before she suggests. "We should practice, sometime." The curly haired Creole girl flicks the lighter in her hand open and closed several times, like a nervous tic. Then she shrugs and looks between the two of them. "I'm no snowflake. Just, ya know, don't wanna mess up my hair is all." At this, Firefly winks at them both and plays with her lighter some more before she elbows Seth in the ribs. "Y'all know that every time we play games of chance I win suga'. Whose up next?" Her eyes scan around the room before gesturing between the two men that accompanied her. "I think y'all gentleman have the floor. Put on a good show fer all of us watchin' on the sidelines." Since his turn is over and the Wolf has had a little victory lap, Norm enjoys a little respite from feeling pent-up. It's like having a nice run when the body wanted nothing more than to stretch its legs. Five is momentarily forgotten, and he spits the mouthguard out again only to pocket it for later. Doesn't unwrap his hands, because he definitely plans to fight again. The Iron Master just radiates emotional intensity visibly sniffs the air, and to his credit at least the mundane people here aren't going to pick up on all the signs that flash like bright neon to any Uratha seeing him. In the crowd he instinctively heads for Harlow, knowing where she's at probably through scent mainly. "Hey." he grunts at her, staring. "He's good," Arnaud says, glancing back at Norman. He's in a better mood than she's ever seen him, as if the violence and the atmosphere here is his right element. When she suggests they should practice, he nods in agreement, but then he freezes and has some internal struggle. "I don't know," he replies and he's clearly nervous about something, wetting his lips. He turns so his back is against the bar, watching the ring to see who is next. "What's up chickie-boo?" Harlow wonders when Norman wanders over to where she's been standing, "Evidently Yara-ma-yha-who might not be //real// according to the potty-mouthed one." She fishes her phone out of her back pocket, unlocking it before she turns it around to show Norm just what she means. "Which is very disappointing, next she's going to claim Bigfoot doesn't exist. And we all know that's a damn lie." There's only a fraction of a pause for breath before she continues. "You going to beat anyone else up?" Anyone else is everyone, judging by the way she looks around at those present. Standing in his ribbed white tank top, Spider casts a glance around a little. Seth seems to be gooding off, so he decides to mingle a little. Heading over to Five, there is a little grin on his lips, "Okay so you got some guts." He talks to her as if he knows the woman or something. "Surprised you want right in for the takedown. You look more like the kind to dance and strike." he remarks, tipping his head at Five. "This is my kid. The one who lost her pink bedazzled cell phone on the beach when I was looking for it." states the man, motioning for Firefly to step up and introduce herself, giving her a look. Seth takes that elbow to the ribs with a laugh then nods, "Right, the hair..." Teasing Firefly he gives Spider a wink at that response as he moves away. Looking around he is empty-handed and ready for more beers. "I'll go grab Tilly, come back down in a bit, and fight whoever needs fighting... Don't kill anyone." The last is lobbed playfully at Spider as he gives Firefly a nod and slips away to go grab a beer and see if Tilly is coming to join them. Five is no mind reader, nor is she the best at picking up on others emotions all the time. But, she does notice the hesitation, which draws some concern from the mortal. She doesn't press the issue for now, simply stating, "Other ways to train than just throwing fists." The mortal takes another sip of the beer before she turns her green-eyed gaze toward the approaching pair. Hey! It's that guy from the beach. She greets the pair with a wave, her attention settling curiously on Firefly. "Five," she offers in way of introduction. "This is my... friend?" she gives a quick glance to Arnaud. When Spider walked over to Five she was right on his heels. As they talk she listens and looks at Five with open curiosity and a smile on her face. When the President of the MC speaks about her phone she blushes profusely and looks super embarrassed. "Pink was the last color they had in stock and I wasn't waitin' any longer cuz I really wanted one." she mutters with it in her hand as she stares at the screen. After he motions her forward the Creole girl steps up and speaks with a soft Louisiana accent. "You can call me Firefly, it's real nice to meet you. He's right though, you went after him like he owed you money suga'. That was some impressive stuff" To Arnaud she waves meekly before stepping back by Spider's side. Norm just grins at Harlow, the feral look continuing. "Yeah. You wanna go?" He jerks his head back toward the ring. Okay, apparently he had a hesitation about being up Five (at first) but he'll go for Harlow, or at least challenge her. Not that he seems insistent on it really. "I got somethin' for you when we're done here. You been textin' me? I felt my phone buzzin in my pocket." Clearly he's been busy though. A look over his shoulder and he finds Five over there talking to the others. Maybe he'll feel bad about that later. With Seth running off, he gives a wave and chuckles to the comment about not killing anybody. Fact of the matter is, despite not really appearing too physically impressive, the man has a certain Air of Menace about him. He seems like a doer, not a talker. His attention sweeps back to Five. The man replies, "Spider." Then as if to clarify, "I'm called Spider." His gaze moves to Arnaud as well, giving him an upnod, "Whatsup, man?" Then he confirms, "Yeah at the beach. You and that other hot chick. Did you know her?" Arnaud is saved by the bell named Spider, not having to explain further. He just nods to Five, looking relieved for whatever reason. He raises his bottle in a greeting to Spider and Firefly, then glances at Five as she introduces him as a friend, an eyebrow going up. "I'm Arnaud," he introduces himself. He has a French accent, so the name fits. There's something weird about him too, something menacing and hungry, but this bar is that kind of place, isn't it. Can't throw a rock without hitting someone like him - at least not tonight. Ouch, she's definitely still sore. But Five gives a little wave to Norman as if to assure him of no hard feelings. Not letting her gaze linger too long on him, she returns her attention to her more immediate company. First she looks between Spider and Firefly, smiling ever so faintly. "I just wanted some fun. No need to be... strategic in a spar." A pause before she corrects with, "/That/ kind of spar." Whatever that means. Then she shakes her head at Spider's question. "No." Then she glances back to Arnaud. "Been to a lot of places like this?" she wonders, though her gaze drifts enough to the others as if extending the question their way as well. "Me? In there? With you?" Harlow wonders, glancing over at the ring, then back to Norman, then back to the ring. Then back. It isn't a quick thing. She's taking all the time in the world to do the whole tennis back-forth lookie-lou stuff long enough she starts to make herself dizzy. "Sure, we can go a few rounds." She shoves her phone into her pocket, starting to unfasten her watches, "I was texting, yeah. But you didn't answer, so I came to find you." She glances towards where Five is, then the others, "You sure you want to go a round with me and not someone safer?" "You did great. You could make money from it," Arnaud muses, looking over Five speculatively. The place itself is given a look again and he shakes his head to her query. "First time I've been to this kind of place. Stumbled in her by chance. There's an apartment building nearby that has really cheap rooms, called Peachtree Tower. I might rent one there for a bit. It's complete shit, but it's as cheap as can get." "No I mean...you Wanna Go..." What is Norm getting at? Whatever it is, he's being unclear. That moon-crazy look of his is probably why. He gives Five that same crazy look but then...nods to her! Like a sort of acknowledgement at least that she's not shitty or anything. Maybe even respectable! Back to Harlow, "Sure we can do a match but I was really askin if you wanted to like...leave. And go somewhere." Was he? It didn't seem like that. | |