Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Jan 25, 2016 22:25:57 GMT -5
COLD AS ICE
that's how I treated you
“Ya’ll know the rules. No weapons, no rings, no gloves etc. Break the rules, we break yer arms.” Heath called out as the Bling Ring opened their nightly fighting ring for business. Through some means and possibly a little bit of a blessing from their patron god, the teenage gang had managed to acquire an emptied out warehouse. No equipment, just cardboard boxes with packing peanuts stuffed inside them. Upon further inspection, Heath had originally found carts of mail with old letters and packages. He liked to think they were meant for people who were deceased or had somehow escaped Tartarus. It would’ve been sad to see all this mail undelivered. Regardless, the place was fucking huge, powered by a couple generators that hummed quietly in the basement.
A couple of members of the bling ring milled about by the doors as they allowed folks in. A few stood on the higher floors, leaning on the railings. The main floor had been mostly cleared out for use. A great portion of the center was sectioned off with reflective tape, the ring. Chairs and long tables were spread out farther away, which seemed unnecessary considering how most patrons simply crowded the ring to watch anyway. He himself sat outside what was probably some old manager’s office with only the walls left up to denote this was an office space. What little belonging he and his members had brought were stashed in there. A betting table had been set up a foot or two away from the door. This is where Heath would be overseeing the operation for tonight, opening bets down to five dollars for start. He glanced over at one of the members standing by the ring signaling him for a status. After receiving a thumbs up he picked up the book they used for records and the tin money box, unlocking it. “Matches start in five.” He announced, uncapping a pen and beginning to note down today’s date and the current time.
He nodded, uttering a small thanks as the person in charge of selling their alcohol brought over a beer and bottler opener.
A couple of members of the bling ring milled about by the doors as they allowed folks in. A few stood on the higher floors, leaning on the railings. The main floor had been mostly cleared out for use. A great portion of the center was sectioned off with reflective tape, the ring. Chairs and long tables were spread out farther away, which seemed unnecessary considering how most patrons simply crowded the ring to watch anyway. He himself sat outside what was probably some old manager’s office with only the walls left up to denote this was an office space. What little belonging he and his members had brought were stashed in there. A betting table had been set up a foot or two away from the door. This is where Heath would be overseeing the operation for tonight, opening bets down to five dollars for start. He glanced over at one of the members standing by the ring signaling him for a status. After receiving a thumbs up he picked up the book they used for records and the tin money box, unlocking it. “Matches start in five.” He announced, uncapping a pen and beginning to note down today’s date and the current time.
He nodded, uttering a small thanks as the person in charge of selling their alcohol brought over a beer and bottler opener.
CYTIS - 356 - whee hope this is good!
MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW
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