FIGHT CLUB - EDITION 2: BACK WITH MORE SHIRTLESS MEN AND HOT FIGHTING

[4leaf_charmed]

WHO: RAIVIS OUR AWESOME HOST!, Conner, Vash, Moon, Logan, Lenna, Kim, Gilbert and Elizaveta
WHEN: Sunday, Dec. 20, really late at night and into the next morning
WHERE: A SECRET LOCATION a creepy old warehouse place
WHAT: MOTHER FUCKING FIGHT CLUB BEETCHES; LET'S DO THIS!

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[man_nav_naudas]

Two small young women, that Irish fellow of a Kirkland ilk, a long haired man of an unknown origin- these people promised perhaps the most interesting of conflicts whether due to their intimidating presence or the lack thereof that pointed to a potential compensation in speed and tact.

Others, the men and women who offered little in a distinctive appearance, he pinned to swinging either way- dull or extraordinary. They'd prove themselves regardless- a fight for every person present, no compromises. No withdrawals.

Except-

The exception being the white haired screech ignorantly tossing the words Sewing Circle about within Raivis's earshot.

He felt an eye twitch- just slightly- just enough irritation to have him hopping down from the crate, not necessarily approaching Gilbert- or anyone else- simply an effort to make his presence known. "It is a Fight Club, sir. And no one will be going home until they've done their time."

An intense scrutiny passed on each and every one of them as Raivis slipped into autopilot, rules echoing out across the warehouse in an almost automated intonation ending with, at long last, "Now- Who will be the first to destroy something worthwhile?"