Were all Wolves inside [open]

[LONDON ARTISYN MCGREG]

Men were a lot like wolves, bickering and fighting with one another. But there was always a heirarchy and a way of challenge. Eyes alert and contact straight into the oponents eyes, the flicker of disdain behind the gaze. With shoulders straight and a few mean words it was sure to kick anyone into a fight. Yep, just a bunch of damn Wolves.

London pondered about what he had gotten himself into. "Place your bets, lads." Yelled a small fat man from inside a crowd of onlookers. Oh yeah, he had spent his last buck on booze. He hadn't expected to be facing a man with muscles bigger than his head though. He managed to suppress the regret as he entered the ring. Even in Peony there were fights. The time was obviously savage when people still paid to see other's blood knocked about a small ring.

"Well comeon." The burly man grunt revealing a scarred mouth filled with yellowed teeth. Disgust was hardly disguised from London as he faced him. London was skinny, hell this man could snap him like a pencil. But he was still rather strong, fast, and was a whole lot damn smarter than the man. But brains didn't help much in a fight match.

The man ran at him like a bull would a matador. All London had to do was side step and hit him with a right hook. He wasn't expecting the man to change direction and land his fist right into his chest. London stumbled back, desperate to reclaim his lost breath and barely managed to dodge the brute's next punch which was procariously close to his precious face. It clipped him in the shoulder.

The man charged at him, London rolled tripping him in the process. Which was entirely accidental. Next thing he knew, Moose had a concussion from hitting his head against the wall.

His body lurched and his ribs felt bruised. He could hear the yells from the crowd and there hate in their bet losing. He wasn't sure if it was actually fair or not but didn't care. He grabbed the bet and slipped away without taking shit from the crowd. His back slid against the walls of the underground. "Well that sucked."

[KATYA VERA DRACHEV]

Kitty had been kicked out of her lair... again, they always said she spent far too much time working in there. Gave her some crap speech about needing fresh air everyone and a while... or what not. So she'd agreed, just to get them to shut up and give her some god damned peace. She'd left her area of work, and walked about, chain smoking. Perhaps she could use the opportunity to scavenge some pieces, really not a terrible idea now that she thought of it. Changing from her tech gear, she left dressed in a black hoodie and black pants, her hair dyed a deep black for today. She didn't need to stand out when she wandered the underground of Peony. Running her finger's through her short choppy hair, the techie wandered the underground, looking for a... friend of her's who often supplied her with things she needed.

She followed familiar paths until she came across a different familiar face, fighting... rolling her eyes, Katja supposed it could have been worse. She'd run into him flirting with all sorts of women before, they might have worked together, and enjoyed occasional conversations... filled with less than subtle flirtations. But that didn't mean she necessarily approved of what her comrade did in his spare time. Then again, he at least enjoyed his free time. She had to be forced to take spare time. And that was against her will, so what if she liked working, and just because she was working didn't mean she was only working on things for the resistance, she did a bit of freelancing for the members, and occasionally, did some things for her own benefit. Observing the fight through the yellow tint of the goggles that were always over her eyes, she watched the rather unattractive man begin to fight London.

They exchanged hits, and she found herself suddenly very glad she wasn't a warrior, she was a techie, a brilliant mind, and that was really all she was useful for. That and any sort of long distance, sniper type coverage. Fighting was brutal, and messy, and she found herself always a bit put off by it. Which was why she really didn't do actually fighting all that often, that and she was rather uncoordinated and small. She observed the fight as the two of them exchanged blows. The bigger man hit his head on the wall eventually, leaving London the unsurprising [at least in her opinion] winner of the fight.

She approached him, ignoring the unhappy crowd, and rolling her eyes at their rudeness. They were heathen's the lot of them. She smirked as she heard him complaining as he slid down a wall. "I would assume so, you took quite a few hard blows there, and he was definitely a great deal bigger than you," not to mention a great deal stronger. Crouching next to him, she pulled out a few clothes from one of her pockets, a few were dirty and greasy from her hardware and systems, but there a few clean ones, finding one of the clean one's she offered it to the man. "You know there are far better ways to earn money, than having a man beat the crap out of you."

[LONDON ARTISYN MCGREG]

Rather embarrassing to find himself thrown around like a rag doll by a meat headed Peony Citizen but then again it was money. Alcohol and smokes hardly seemed worth it but he was easily addicted to things.

He groaned and pulling his shoulder towards his body realizing the bloody thing had been knocked out of place. Just damn great. He hadn't expected to face a steroids addict. He was damn lucky the man busted his head open or his body would be in worse shape. Hell he would have been lucky to move. He hardly took notice of his bet money or the girl approaching him. Maybe he was afraid it was an angry bystander or the man coming back for more. Or something else but when she spoke suddenly he winced and pulled away like a frightened dog. Which was rather disappointing.

"Oh, um hello love." His voice was hardly as smooth as normal as if too tired to put up his normal false facade of flirtatiousness. He thanked her for the cloth, despite how dirty it might be. He laughed as she spoke about his ideas of money making, "I'm a poor Prostitute if that's what you had in mind." His shoulder popped and he hissed in pain.

"I don't care how smart i am that was damn stupid." He was normally quite smart, often used in the Resistance for his thorough knowledge of the Nation and his tactical abilities. He was also the biggest flirt in the Resistance, but it was merely a facade. He, though was too confused to know just who he was. Sure he loved women, alcohol, and smokes but it wasn't him entirely.

[KATYA VERA DRACHEV]

Admittedly it had been more than slightly amusing to watch London get thrown around like a doll. Still, he was a... comrade of sorts, a ridiculously flirty comrade, but a comrade never the less. They were similar in some aspects, both intellectuals of a sort, and both of them had a tendency to sleep around a bit. She, however, chose to be a touch more subtle in her extra-curricular activities. Kitty also didn't flirt with anything that passed by that had two legs and a fine ass, didn't mean she didn't appreciate, but with most people, especially strangers, she was awkward and withdrawn at best. A people person she was definitely not in the least. Really, she was a social withdrawn reject, the complete definition of a techie if you asked anyone who knew a techie.

Katya didn't miss the way he pulled away like a beaten dog, which she supposed was an accurate analogy. Observing him in relative silence the tech wiz noticed his shoulder seemed... oddly out of place. She suppressed a disgusted shudder, she didn't do the whole... fighting, risking injury thing well. She already had two implants, that made her a cyborg, she wasn't interested in getting more than that to be perfectly honest. Her two eyes were sufficient, though at the rate she was going she'd need replacement lungs. Speaking of which, she pulled out her favorite pack of cigarettes, shaking one out and lighting it up, blowing out the smoke upwards. A silent pause, and then she held it out to him, a silent offer of one of the few things they had in common. He smoked too, though not nearly as much as she did, she didn't think anyone chain smoked like her, she did it while working, absentmindedly, she did it when she went out the house out of boredom, she was practically always smoking. A disgusting habit she'd been told, but since when did she give a flying fuck about what other people thought.

"Hello to you, hot stuff," her tone was monotone, almost bored sounding to anyone who didn't really know her. If you knew her it was her merely being dry and borderline sarcastic. She had to laugh in response to his laughter, her's surprisingly light and sweet sounding. "Are you? And here I was thinking with your amazing skills, you'd be raking in the cash." She was teasing him, with her dry sense of humor, to anyone else it might have seemed like she was trying to insult him, but she meant no harm with his words. Their conversations tended to go that way, gentle poking fun at one another, less than subtle flirting, meaningless arguments, to be honest, he was one of the few people within the organization she didn't absolutely hate talking to. Since she didn't fight, and was only back up and technological support, some of the people spoke down to her. And she wasn't having any of it. Besides he was fun to poke fun at.

"You're smart? Wow, ya learn something new every day!" She was messing with him again, he was intelligent, one of the few people she considered to be on her level of intelligence. Perhaps she was a bit arrogant to think that, but she did have a sharp mind, one that ran at speed that made a great deal of other's minds pale in comparison. "If ya need money, I'm sure our Boss lady would be willing to toss you a few odd jobs, if you had any technological skills I'd toss ya a few bones as well." Kitty wasn't lying, if there was anyone she actually felt as if she could trust around her babies, her master system, she'd be willing to throw them a bone every once and a while, but there was no one she had that level of trust in.

[LONDON ARTISYN MCGREG]

It would have been nicer seeing her in a place not so brash and well not with him sweating profusing and groaning at a damn shoulder that didn't seem to want to pop back into its socket. He must have been a mess, more than usual despite his tendancies to show up to Resistance meetings whilst being either drunk or hung over (or of course that time someone drugged him with some majorly horny shit, that had not been pretty).

He was surprised he wasn't on thin lines with the boss lady but he was lucky enough to have important information. Especially the Nation being currently leaderless and at the hands of the Insane bastard LeGrange. Ol' Jack was the reason he left and seeing the tyranny of the Nation only made him quit faster. That of course didn't easily make him trusted by the Resistance, even if his Nation accent had worn off.

"Ah so i see you agree to my 'skills' as you call it. No, you see even i am not desperate... enough." He laughed despite the rolling pain in his chest. The Techie always had a thing on him and despite what she probably thought, he didn't flirt with her as much as other women. He liked to think of her as a friend and often times when he flirted consistently it meant he either didn't trust them or didn't respect them enough to treat them seriously. And to the men who didn't fit that discription in anyway, he was simply an ass to.

I'm Brilliant, you kidding? I have to be smart or else i'd lose my job." He said looking up from his perch against the wall as his hands fell to his legs. "Boss Lady? No. My ways of persuasion deal solely on sex and i'm pretty sure she's lesbian because she has never taken the hint. Too much work and no play. Then again i'm pretty sure asking her for money for alcohol and ciggys is not the best idea, not on the good list in her mind as you can imagine. Never do drugs, trust me. One moment i'm sipping a drink and the next i'm asking Andreya why she isn't naked yet."

[KATYA VERA DRACHEV]

Breathing out a breath of toxic air, she shifted, changing so she was resting on the flats of her feet, knee's drawn up to her chest, and her arms resting on her knees, a rather uncomfortable position to most, but she'd found it suited her when she was sitting for hours on end doing work. Tilting her head, dark rimmed green eyes studied him, taking in every little injury he'd procured. She was sure that the boss Lady wouldn't be too happy to see him fighting in the streets, but it was always rather difficult to discern what it was, exactly, that she was thinking. Kitty was good at puzzles, but that woman was a puzzle with a good chunk of the pieces missing, and just when you'd thought you'd figured her out, a new piece was tossed into the mix. She respected her, but she wasn't quite sure what to make of her to be honest, she was dedicated to her job, something that Katya utterly respected, but at the same time she was rather... standoffish, an odd thing for the socially inept young girl to even realize, let alone take note of.

She honestly felt as if there were times that the woman didn't trust anyone around here. Why though, she couldn't begin to comprehend. Usually people had a reason, Kitty had a reason not to trust people, and she didn't trust people. Her parent's had essentially tossed her under the bus, and worst of all, now acted as if she didn't exist, her little sister had become the absolute light of their lives. She had been before, but now any trace of her existence had been utterly obliterated. Her trust in people had been... barely there, up until she'd almost been killed and then realized her parent's not only hadn't cared, but had done nothing to stop it from happening. Trust was gone. Trust was dead. Trust had to be slowly, and painstakingly earned. And she was hesitant even then... There were a few people she trusted in the Resistance, and there were different levels of trust. Tolerance, and allowing people to be near her, where signs of her trust. But she didn't have anyone she trusted absolutely, then again, in a world like there's who really did?

"Never agreed to your skills, I've just heard you bragging on and on about it to an insane degree, so one might conclude that you have prostituted yourself in a sexual manor." She blinked slowly, it was a logical conclusion to her, but she'd found often human behavior wasn't always logical, and just because she was someone who relied namely on logic, didn't mean anyone else was. It did often confused her. "You should probably try not to laugh, there's about an 83.23% chance your ribs are cracked if not severely bruised." She rattled of statics and things like that in her sleep practically, so her using it in a situation like this, not an uncommon thing. Inhaling the cigarette again, she let sharp eyes observe the people who were passing, through the orange haze that always hung over her sight, thanks to the tech goggles she wore.

"Smart, intelligence, brilliance, all very different things, my friend, one is not necessarily linked to the other." Another cryptic response, one that implied that perhaps he wasn't at brilliant or smart as he claimed, in a gentle playful manor. Or at least as close as you'd get from her to be honest. "True, but I meant that perhaps she'd toss you a spare job, to help you earn a little bit of money. And you need not fear that I'd fall prey to the power of drugs, I do not touch alcohol, nor do I have interest in it or drugs." Lesbian? Their boss, an interesting theory, but somehow... she doubted that. If anything, she seemed like she'd be a top. "You should be careful what you request of her, just because you want one thing, doesn't mean it is what you are going to get." Sex was the one time she relinquished control, and she was someone who clung to her control like a life line, people were often different creatures than one expected in bed.

[LONDON ARTISYN MCGREG]

He wondered how he would tell boss lady what had happened to him. Then again, she didn't often ask him anymore. It wasn't worth asking London what had happened to him, too weird. He leaned against the wall with a slight smirk on his lips. Katya was a smartass that knew alittle bit too much for her own good. "You just made thouse stats up, but yeah guess you're right." It hurt like hell.

He twist slightly, looking at his watch with a sigh. The crowd had calmed down but the man was still out of it. What a baby. He almost laughed against. His head rolled against the brick facing towards her almost drunkenly. "You know what my job was for the Perfect Nation? I was the person who made people believe that Perfect Nation was a good thing. I tangled people up in so much debt and lies that they were forced to believe in them and if they didn't i put them down before they rebelled." He sighed, not really sure why he told her. Maybe because he was delirious or bored. Or just really wanted something to drink.

He didn't know why any of the Resistance bothered trusting him, he was a part of the founders once but left when they grew too corrupt. Unfortunely it was late, he didn't quit till much later and had already shot five people before it finally sickened him to the point where he had to leave.

He took another hit from the cigarette luckilg shared by her and wanted to get up. It hurt bad but he eventually lifted to his feet. He stumbled clutching his chest. "God, i'm such a wimp."

[KATYA VERA DRACHEV]

Blinking at his words, she gave him an indignant look, she had not made the statistics up. They were completely accurate statistics. Just because he couldn't appreciate her genius didn't mean a thing. "I did not make those stats up! If you calculate the trajectory of the hit you took from him, as well as the muscle mass of you and your opponent, your opponent's weight against your medical history and you have the stats on the chance that that injury to your ribs was a fracture or just a bruise....and of course I'm correct." She crossed her arms annoyed at his doubt, blowing smoke out immaturely in his face she turned to watch the crowds of people as they continued on their way. There was another fight starting in a short while it seemed. There were so many better ways to earn money than fighting in a ring, she wondered why they just didn't go with those methods. It seemed as if it would be a helluva lot less painful to just do that.

She raised an eyebrow at his words as he talked about the jobs he'd done for the government. She wondered idly why he was telling her this, she did already know he'd been a high level aide in the Perfect Nation. She'd never delved too deeply in peoples past, but to be honest, it was never that difficult to figure out about people's pasts when the Perfect Nation was so obsessed with keeping track of them all. "I'm sure we've all done things we aren't proud of." She didn't doubt that for a second, and it was her way of saying she didn't hold it against him. Some members tended to look poorly on former Perfect Nation members, but she regarded them as people who had a lot of strength, since they turned against their allies, and went with what they believed instead of just following the crowds. He was fighting against people who'd rather see him dead then not on their side, so despite what he might have done, he was a valuable team member and he had strength.

Kitty inhaled the toxic smoke and blew it out, a quiet moment, she'd never done anything she wasn't particularly proud of. She was a hacker, but she was proud of her skills, and she'd never had a problem with doing anything illegal. Her biggest regrets were along the lines of never really managing to learn to fight, it was a weakness, one she wasn't proud of in the least, she couldn't be as useful to people if she couldn't fight. She couldn't do what it took to protect the other members, she could shoot, but that meant she could only be useful as back up. Katya enjoyed her work as a techie, but it often left her feeling just a touch a useless.

She watched as he struggled to his feet, and moved to her feet, Kitty was much smaller than her comrade, but she could help in the little ways. "Hardly a wimp, you are a strong fighter, and skilled. If I'd taken a blow like that I'd be out of commission for a few weeks, you will be fine in a day or too. Now come on, I'll help ya, just tell me where you want to go." She moved to stand along side of him, offering her body for him to use to help support his weight. She was stronger than she looked after all, moving tech gear wasn't as easy as people seemed to think. "I do admire your strength, you are stronger than you realize."