Snippet #2071017

The veil of darkness swept through the city like a plague of locusts on an unsuspecting crop. Night had fallen, which meant the denizens that were attuned to such a time were on their way to becoming active in their nightly routines. The streets were soon rampant with the sounds of roaring engines from the biker gangs as they began their races at the Drag. Everything seemed as it would on average. It wasn't long until the Pits were filled with citizens who enjoyed the fights. The stadium thundered with anxious patterned stomping as the gathered crowd cheered for the first bout. A wired fence is all that divided the gathered onlookers and the encirclement that served as the ring of the Pits. On the West and East sides of the ring were cage doors in which the contestants entered from the barracks below, filled with the nights current participants. The crowd burst into even further uproar as a lone female figure stepped into the center of the Pits ring decorated in mildly tattered maroon leather trench coat with a swallowtail bottom. It wasn't buttoned thus revealing the simple black wife beater with goldenrod accents concealing most of her torso which bore multiple tattoos of tribal design and followed a rose and skull pattern. A leather light brown belt, nearly beige, with a copper skull held up her torn black jeans and her steel-toe boots with a skull engraving at the front. Her hair was short and curved in accordance to her jawline and facial features on the right side, slightly obscuring her golden right eye. They knew this woman as Volatile.

She took a moment to slowly reveal a smirk on her face and her eyes shift around to overlook the crowd. She allows them a few moments more of cheer and applause before she held up both hands and the crowd eventually fell into a silent suspense. She put her hands down afterwards, both slipping into her pants pockets momentarily to produce a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. After lighting one she placed the cigarette between her index and middle finger and inhaled the toxic fumes into her lungs before exhaling them outwards via her nostrils.

" Fellow ladies and gentleman of Sector Three. I welcome you once more to the Pits! We've got quite the line-up tonight. We have your average two man dance, where its a one on one until the grand finale where we'll have an all-out battle royal! I figured tonight was a special night. Does it seem a special night to you!? "

She would smirk once more as the gathered roared in agreement, shaking the very makeshift arena in their eager wake. She would once more allow them the time to let their voices be heard as she turned to the other gate and nodded once, taking another drag. She pivoted to head towards the adjacent descending stairwell into the barracks below passing by the currently waiting Anex. Her golden eyes wandered over his form as she did so, which caused him to get a boost of confidence before heading into the fray with the opposition, and the crowd cheered on.