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!

Comments

I SWEAR THEY WON'T INTERACT >.> MUCH.

[vicious_wolf]

Moon stepped into the building, after hearing a couple of guys talk about it. And it would maybe be a bit nice to just use some energy on something other than work for once. It had been a while since he'd fought at all, mostly cause he hadn't really had a reason to beat anyone up. And you know what they say: You can't really take the fight out of someone. Or something.

Whatever, Moon was itching to at least fight with someone. Just once. He saw more people once he was inside, and heard some guy shout out at others. And he looked slightly familiar....

[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

[4leaf_charmed]

Conner hurried to the edge of the crowd, keeping away from the ring for the moment. He'd been told by his friend that, yes he would have to fight as a first timer, but he wanted to see how things worked before he went up, if possible.

When that loud voice started tossing insults about though -- about him being together with Moon of course forgetting that drunken fling he knew he couldn't stay back for long. The Celt stalked towards where the guy was, forgetting the ring was basically separating them and stepping up to the edge, ready to give Gilbert a piece if his mind when the small lad with a broken arm stepped up.

Still scowling he flipped the albino man off " 'm naet dating the bloke ye fackin' eejit," Conner snapped hotly. If he wanted to fight before, that comment just had him itching to sink his fists into someones gut now. He slipped off his jacket and shirt while kicking off his shoes, leaving everything in a pile

[vicious_wolf]

He was dating.... who?? One look over at some smaller guy, and a redhead, and Moon blinked. What was Conner doing here?

" Who the fack wants ta mess with me?" he heard him ask. Moon looked around, noticing some of them actually seeming a bit unsure. And he'd heard that albino guy..... Why the hell would he think something like that?

Someone suddenly pushed him forward. " Whoa! Watch it, you ass!" he growled, when he was suddenly pushed again. Apparently some dude figured he'd pick someone random, and shoved Moon all the way onto the ring, looking at Conner.

Apparently it had been decided, cause the others started yelling and cheering. " FIGHT! FIGHT FIGHT!!!"
Moon could feel this odd 'why me?' emotion just roll over him.

' Why did I leave the house tonight?'
" Come on!" someone yanked at his braid. Someone yanked at his BRAID! " Fight! Be men!" the kid from before shouted.

[4leaf_charmed]

Conner raised a brow as the crowd shifted for someone to be let in. Actually it looked like the guy was being pushed into the ring. Both brows shot up when he saw exactly who it was.

"Well ain't that peachy?" he laughed, cracking his neck as he looked at his friend who was obviously a bit confused. He waved at hand at him and started to bounce from the ball of one foot to the next, grinning madly. "Alright then. Come on Moon, git yerself ready."

He paused and crossed his arms when his friend didn't move. "Hurry up bloke. Can't fight until ye git rid of that shirt n' them shoes. Move along!" the Celt goaded, looking eager to fight. Hell these people were lucky he was waiting and hadn't flown at the other yet! "Git yer arse inta gear!"