Fight Night Tournament

[Teeramus]

Chuck has dots in socialise to discover this event.

Appearance

Freshly back in town Chuck had some business to attend to, but he also had some time to unwind finally. Reconnecting with his circles led him to the warehouse tonight and while he wasn't going to risk Kuruth by entering the competition, he was looking forward to seeing some top fighting and perhaps placing a wager or two. He'd dressed down for the evening in a long sleeved T and jeans and looked around as he entered, realizing that if he wanted to be fashionably late, he was far too early. He went for the bar and ordered a Scotch, sipping it slowly as he leaned casually on the bar and waited for things to get underway. His mind still raced, but for the time he would do nothing but enjoy the evening.

[Cabochard]

Graves has the dots in Streetwise to be here.
-1 Vitae for Blush.

Undergound fights happened all the time, as far as Graves knew. Sometimes she showed up to one, but usually she didn't. Wasn't much fun in watching people beat the crap out of each other for no reason, and it was damn near impossible to drag someone out of a place like this for feeding - most of them were pretty strong-willed, and could beat her to death with their bare hands. But, this time, half of her contacts had been telling her about this particular fight. She couldn't turn a corner without someone talking about this one. Eventually, she'd agreed to go just to get them all to shut up.

Graves hadn't dressed any differently than she usually did. She'd put on her leather jacket, her hoodie, her ripped jeans, and the same old sneakers as always. She strolled in casually, hands in her pockets, whistling to herself. Eyes roved left and right. Who was gonna fight? Didn't seem like there were too many people around yet. Maybe the fighters were in back rooms or something.

[Konrad Roth]

Konrad fulfills the requirements in Streetwise and Allies/Contacts(Criminal).
Extends an invite to Richard Black SoraLow if interested.
-1 Vitae for Blush of Life

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2016-01-07 11:28:34		Konrad Roth rolls 4 to feeding roll (Jan.) [STR+Sub] (10 Again)		3, 3, 10, 9, 1		2 successes

Echoes of the upcoming fight held by the mysterious Karl Sandberg reach Konrad's ears easily. Being an attentive member of the Sarcramento Underground scenes avails him to that information. Though whether or not Konrad is interested in attending a fight club is a matter of personal taste. There would certainly be blood, and that can set off a certain craving in his kind. But it's also an opportunity to rub elbows with the other members of the underground, and Konrad's reputation is his bread and butter.

The Savage Kindred clues his good pal, Richard Black in on the event, knowing the man to be a boxer of sorts. He arrives dressed in a sports coat and buttoned shirt, fairly nice considering his usual attire. Unlike the riffraff that have gathered, he's a professional, and he has no intention of participating in the bloodsport in the arena below. His skin warms with the semblance of life, though his Beast is still present and prowling for prey.

Already it senses another, familiar but infuriating nonetheless. What would-be predator dares to encroach on his world? Ah. That one. Konrad makes his way through the excited crowd towards his fellow Carthian, if only to see how she found out about the event.

"Making yourself at home? Just arrived and already got your ears to the ground I see," remarks Konrad in place of a hello towards Graves.

[InvertedMonkey]

Ramona Bohannon hears about this event through her Streetwise dots.
She extends her invitation to Hank Thompson , and Penelope Glass , should either of them be interested.
-1G to Harden Mask

The first rule of Fight Club is make sure somebody knows where you're at, so that if your body turns up floating in the river, your friends or the authorities know what direction to go looking. A bit less of a failsafe if those friends intend to make an appearance themselves, as Ramona's fellow Summer courtiers might do, but chances are slim that they'll all get whacked tonight at least. Ramona tries to keep most of her life within the bounds of legality. More out of convenience than anything else, the law has an awful tendency to jam up those that offend it, especially those without the resources to object to or evade such trouble. Still, once in a while, there are occasions where it's well worth going a little outside her comfort zone. Such as the opportunity for a good fight. All the frustrations of the past year, all the wrath she's built up inside, all the bloodlust she's been keeping a tight lid on... what a fine opportunity to work some of it out. And test herself. There's always a better fighter out there than you, but you never know your limits unless you test them.

So with many fine reasons to be hear, and word of her event through talk on the street, Ramona strolls up to Charles, an unzipped hoody hanging loose across her shoulders, and otherwise uncovered but for a sports bra, athletic shorts, and a pair of sneakers. There are times when she feels uncomfortable about her body, but going into a fight isn't one of those times. She gives her name, signing up to the competition, then, with a small duffle bag of supplies slung over one shoulder, she makes her way into the warehouse. The men with guns are noted. As are the entrances and exits. This crowd's too big, and too many of them are dangerous, to do an appropriate scan for threats. She'll just have to keep her eyes peeled. For the moment, she wanders closer to one of the cages, to get a look at where she'll be fighting.

[Teeramus]

He kept his eyes on those filtering in, the girl in hoodie didn't even register, but the chap in the sports jacket seemed familiar. He squinted and stared at the man for a second wondering where he'd seen that face before, when he realized that it was in the bar just before he'd left town. Chuck pushed off the bar and walked over casually, noticing the girl signing up for a fight, the first he'd seen so far. The gentleman seemed to be talking to a girl and Chuck stopped just outside pushing himself into their conversation.

"So do you have a fighter going in? Or are you looking to take a wager?" He asked hoping to strike up conversation.

[Cabochard]

Graves held out her fist for Konrad to bump, a smile appearing on her face. "Yo, Konrad. Yeah, well, not hard to come across rumors for this kind of thing. Everybody and their dog kept telling me about it." Inside, Graves laughed at the joke-that-wasn't. Outside, she just kept smiling. Konrad would get it.

She looked at the guy addressing Konrad. "Hey, don't think we've met yet. Graves. I don't have any fighters, really, but if you have any wagers, I'll take a look at that action."

[Konrad Roth]

Familiar with the gesture, Konrad taps knuckles with the dangerous looking woman, Graves. Had she actually heard about it from a dog? Maybe they held dog-fights here too. Either way it proves a sort of resourcefulness, or at least a similar interest.

Konrad expels a short breath that counts for a weak laugh before noticing the approach of a man from the crowd. There's something familiar about him but Konrad can't place it. The face doesn't exactly stand out in his memory. But then they'd only met in passing once over six months ago.

"I invited a guy who I know can fight but I haven't heard back from him yet, so I'm just looking for wagers. Or might just wait and see how these fighters do this time around. How about you?" he asks, turning the question around on the sharp character.

[Cerberus]

Wayland Smith hears about this event through his Streetwise dots, while buying drugs

Wayland walks into the warehouse and can feel the crowd's excitement. This evening he's swapped his yellow hoodie for a grey hoodie, but still decided on a yellow shirt.

apperance

There was promise here. The air was filled with raw emotion. There was Death here, and he could feel it. Despite the crowd pushing all around him, that permeated feeling of Death calmed him. He took a deep breath in through the nose, commiting the smell to the feeling.

Time for a beer yo. After a trip to the bar for a beer, Wayland heads down to the mass of people in front. Depending on who decides to fight, then bets will be made.

[Teeramus]

"Chuck." Chuck said, offering Graves his name. "I know some people who can fight. But not like this." He said, waving his drink around at the setup cages.

"I've just got back from New York and I don't know the field. But I'd be willing to take a punt once we see who's fighting." He said with a smile and a bounce of his eyebrows.

"I didn't catch your name." he said apologetically to the chap beside him.