1 The Earth Shalt Burn [Tre / Invite Only / (Please) No Kill] Sun Oct 16, 2016 9:37 am
Cinderella
D-rank
Bleary lights hung from the cavern ceiling illuminated the grainy, rocky terrain beneath, a large underground grotto enough to double as a small village’s market district, only instead of the milling vendors and bargaining customers, the drowning noises were sounds of cheers and bets ringing off the cavern walls. Instead of small stands individually set up, the main attraction was the fifty by thirty meter rectangular platform, painted white and lined with sloppy red paint, smeared with grease and dirt from all the less than legal fights happening within the ring itself.
Two contestants were hard at it, the sounds of their strikes resonating off the other’s body near inaudible due to the intense noise from the captivated crowd, a mix of faceless and honorless, dressed from rags to riches. Colorful-haired gangsters milled about in one corner, paying no attention to the main attractions and instead bellowing at their own jokes; robed figures who wanted to remain anonymous even in this underground where few took importance of identity waved ryo bills in the air, yelling out bets for who they expected to win, if they weren’t spending them on the few stalls that were open to this small community.
At the far back, a figure stood by a drink stall, back against the wall and a hood over her head obscuring the upper portion of her face. Her glossed lips were all one would see if they looked in her direction, easily mistaken for a prostitute who was taking a break from her head hunting for a sugar daddy. No one paid her attention, and her black robe – hiding her normal, casual, all-purpose red minidress and high heels – blended in well with the crowds of others, barely illuminated by the ceiling lights as she occasionally sipped on a beverage.
No one paid Cinderella any mind.
It was a welcome change for sure, but she tapped her nails impatiently against the outer surface of the cup. Amber eyes slowly glided from one end of the room to the other, giving more focus to the fight at the center and the skill in each participant’s movements. It was always beneficial to visit this establishment, legal by all means save for everyone who frequented it, if the Tsuchikage’s presence by word of mouth was a sign. It was a good way to gauge who was who, and who was who, and who was who Cinder wanted.
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Two contestants were hard at it, the sounds of their strikes resonating off the other’s body near inaudible due to the intense noise from the captivated crowd, a mix of faceless and honorless, dressed from rags to riches. Colorful-haired gangsters milled about in one corner, paying no attention to the main attractions and instead bellowing at their own jokes; robed figures who wanted to remain anonymous even in this underground where few took importance of identity waved ryo bills in the air, yelling out bets for who they expected to win, if they weren’t spending them on the few stalls that were open to this small community.
At the far back, a figure stood by a drink stall, back against the wall and a hood over her head obscuring the upper portion of her face. Her glossed lips were all one would see if they looked in her direction, easily mistaken for a prostitute who was taking a break from her head hunting for a sugar daddy. No one paid her attention, and her black robe – hiding her normal, casual, all-purpose red minidress and high heels – blended in well with the crowds of others, barely illuminated by the ceiling lights as she occasionally sipped on a beverage.
No one paid Cinderella any mind.
It was a welcome change for sure, but she tapped her nails impatiently against the outer surface of the cup. Amber eyes slowly glided from one end of the room to the other, giving more focus to the fight at the center and the skill in each participant’s movements. It was always beneficial to visit this establishment, legal by all means save for everyone who frequented it, if the Tsuchikage’s presence by word of mouth was a sign. It was a good way to gauge who was who, and who was who, and who was who Cinder wanted.
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