FIGHT CLUB

[goldshirt]

CHARACTERS: OPEN
LOCATION: holodeck
WARNINGS: people hitting each other and popcorn.gif
SUMMARY: FIGHT CLUB. basically a mingling log but you can also punch each other




Anyone arriving will find the holodeck almost as it comes: a wide open space with very few decorations. In the middle of the room are a set of mats (as per request of one of the good doctors). There are benches, like bleachers, pushed up against the wall for people to sit on, and some towels folded on a table. The only rules remain no hitting in the face, no excessive use of superhuman ability, no weapons and no incapacitating of people (for reasons that, given the last month, are pretty freaking obvious) which Kirk details once enough people have arrived to get things going.

After that, it's essentially a free for all.

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OTA

[goldshirt]

[Jim has promised a few people some rounds, and while that was a couple months ago he hasn't forgotten about it. that, and he's finally in a position to take these people on without getting his ass totally handed to him due to sickness or injury. it was pretty amazing how quickly that cure had worked it's magic, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. Jim had expected to be in medical for at least a week after.

he'll be loitering on the edge of the fighting ring, arms folded and observing the goings on. he does, however, look a little less stressed than he has been all month.]

[tumbleweeds]

[ She's still not sold on Jim's version of leadership -- she's not sold on any of the versions running around, really. Still, she's gotten several chances to observe Magneto and her opinion on Robb is fairly solid and mostly negative. That just leaves Kirk out of the Big Three that Tyke had mentioned, and as pretty as she thinks he might look in lipstick, Jaye's fairly certain he'd look prettier bruised.

Hair braided but not tied back, she heads on over. ] No hitting in the face, huh? [ boring ]

OTA!

[tumbleweeds]

[ It's her first fight club, though not her first fight on the ship. Her brother's switchblade and her earrings are stashed in her room, and while part of Jaye is scoffing at the whole "no ability" thing (what, can't handle it?), another part of her is all the more excited for it.

She's on the sidelines for now, braiding her hair (though she doesn't have a hair tie to secure it) so it'll stay mostly out of her face. Though she seems engrossed in it at first glance, it's not hard to miss the way she's watching the others move, studying them. ]

[stacked]

[ the thwack into her side is an elastic, a little ragged but still good. ]

If I'm gonna kick your ass, let's rule out chick moves like hair pulling before we get down to it.

[ faith's own hair is pulled out of her face for once, tugged back into a messy bun that's not exactly pretty, but should hold up for a couple fights before she needs to fuck with it again. ]

So, you been to one of these things before?

open

[puppydogeyes]

[Taylor probably shouldn't be here. At least, not as a participant. No strenuous activity was the rule, nothing that could pull the stitches in her back and shoulder. But the same rule has seen her half cooped up in her room, unable to do any real working out or even her shifts on security. The frustration from it is only getting worse, day by day, so when the call goes out for fight club, there's no way she's passing it up.

She's been here every time since the first, she knows how it goes. Waits at the side, two dogs at her feet (Gingersnap left back in her room, commanded into stillness while her legs healed), jumpsuit carefully zipped up to cover the bandaging on her shoulder. Watching the others as they arrive, new faces and old, waiting for someone interesting enough to approach, or for someone to approach her.]

[tumbleweeds]

[ Put an animal in a room and Jaye's bound to head for it, so it shouldn't be much of a surprise that she comes over, hair braided instead of down. She's practically bouncing with energy today, restless and excited to have a chance to get her blood really pumping, but she makes sure to pause and let the dogs sniff her (with a grin at Chubbs). Then it's looking up at Tyke, even as she tries to pet both the dogs behind the ears. ]

How's the back? [ There's no note of "and what are you doing here?" in it; Jaye's fought while injured before and she'll fight someone who's injured, if they really want to or if they don't give her a choice. ]

open

[stimulations]

[Josias is very much not a fighter. He's aware of the appeal in pain, but offering oneself up to be beaten - or to beat - is not quite he way he prefers to approach it, if he approaches it at all. Still, it's curious that the ship has collected so many people that would be interested in something like a 'fight club'. He's known thugs in his time, enforcers, violently inclined men and women, but the people on the Tranquility seem to have more legitimate reasoning. It's curious, and he is a very curious man.

He'd imagine it's obvious enough from his appearance that he is only here to spectate, but he keeps himself out of the way anyway, seeming really quite innocuous as he carefully studies everyone that enters and how they interact with one another.]

[cloy]

[ She has but one dress and that dress is as good as whore's badge in King's Landing — high in the front, open in the back, and leaving nothing to the imagination with the right turn of her shoulders. In Westeros it meant people knew what she was, how she was, and whose seal graced the coin purses, but here Ros has learned that things are decidedly different. A dress is a dress and a woman is a lady until she makes the offer and proves herself a whore.

So she wears the dress and pretends at being a lady for once, though the drapes are rather poor. Her posture is too forward, her drawl too heady and her laugh far too low and never quite nice. Still, she reminds herself, she'd managed to pass as something haughtier than herself at the brothel in the capital; had up and stolen Littlefinger's words, the line of his posture, his timbre and swagger. And then she'd tried to fashion herself in that likeness. The girls had hated her for it, bu the new girls had revered her; and for a time, it had worked. (She wonders how long it will work now.)

Josias is a familiar face among many she's yet to learn the names of and so, without much ceremony, Ros saunters over. Her mouth is already crooked to a smile. ] Didn't figure you for a fighting man. Fancy that.

OTA

[excessivehubris]

[Charles was not sure what he thought about the idea of a 'fight club'.

Training he understood and even supported but senseless violence? That was something he usually argued against not participated in. However, Erik had acerbically pointed out to him that this could be seen as hand to hand combat training and Charles needed to get his nose out of his notes and come investigate in some practical experience.

In other words, stop being a nerd and come check out potentially useful training.

There had been some bickering on general principle over why call it a 'fight club' which indicated a 'club' rather than 'training' but long story short, Charles came down to the holodeck.

Eying the mats, and hearing the rules, at least it seemed some safety measures had been taken which was only wise. Still, Charles retreated towards the benches, for now intending to watch, rather than actively looking for any sort of altercation!]

[redhotsummers]

So I guess you aren't fighting.

[Alex pads over to Charles, moving to lean against the wall closest to the benches, massaging out the palm of one of his hands. He just finished a fight, and a large bruise is starting to show along his jawline (his fault, he caught a knee to the face when he was slipping out of a hold), but otherwise is unscathed.

He certainly hopes that the Professor isn't intending to fight; not after the injury he sustained.]

OTA

[widowing]

[ natasha is currently on the sidelines, waiting to see who shows up as she stretches out the muscles in her arms, legs, and torso. she's eager to blow off some steam and to make sure that she's back to normal physically and maybe pick up some new techniques from sparring partners and from watching other matches. ]

[trickshots]

[and here he is, making that time, just as promised. unlike natasha, clint doesn't seem to be in any kind of a rush to stretch out and get himself ready. despite having headed straight over to join her, he doesn't have any plans to actually join in with the fighting. it may have something to do with the injuries he's still sporting, hidden beneath his tranquillity-issued clothing. but if asked, he's citing it as recon. he's taking this chance to see just how much of a threat the others who turn up could be.]

ota along whatever point in the timeline

[stacked]

[ faith stakes out a corner to toss the bottle of used-to-be-full-of-space-whiskey she's repurposed as a water bottle, wishing for a second whoever dragged them here had thought to toss a pair of sweats and a sports bra into that locker with her stuff. not like going commando or tits out bugs her, but jeans constrict your range of motion a little. usually that's no big deal, but she's been keeping an eye out and there are a lot of people around here who make her want to keep everything operating top of the line. if she goes down, it better be legit and not because it took her an extra millisecond to get her legs where they need to be.

whatever, if it gets bad she can make do, or trade somebody for something of theirs down the line. on sleep with a dude who owns and pair and snake them on her way out the door, either/or. she's adaptable.

for now, she just keeps her eyes on the people around her, assessing who's here to play around and who's looking for the real thing. no shame either way, but she's still riding the high killing all those-- hybrids, wes called them, gave her. no need to seek out something hardcore when she's relaxed enough this is fun and not necessary, not yet. ]

[puppydogeyes]

[There's a lot of people on the ship now. Taylor's first wave, been here since the beginning (beginning of whatever), and trying to keep track of everyone has been getting harder and harder. She's half given up. Kept an eye on the network, when she's got the time for it, but that's it.

But she remembers this chick's face. Two messages, both since the last jump, so she's got to be new. Some of her attitude had reminded Taylor of the Academy (Flashover's confidence, Keyboard's manner). Normally that'd have Taylor avoiding her, didn't like those kind of reminders. But she wants a fight, today, wants to work out the itch under her skin. And the Academy had always been good for fights.]

You get your burger?

[It's all she says as greeting, coming over straight and direct. She's left her dogs back with Mouse over the other side of the room, doesn't need them with her for this.]

open | approach with caution #yolo

[topology]

[ Objectively, Arthur doesn't really give a shit about fight club. He does care about the organisational aspect though, the part where the projections function like individuals and not parts of a whole. Lately, it's more helpful to catalogue the differences rather than similarities between what is and what should be. God, he hates this place.

He's come to a few of these things before, seated on the sidelines and never staying for long because it only made him more antsy, the tension in his shoulders never straying far from impulse to action. Today, though, Arthur's come a little more bare-bones than usual; shirt sans tie and vest, sleeves rolled up without any trace of his usual cufflinks. The only thing he's got with him is a neutral expression and a copy of Hofstadter's Gödel, Escher, Bach, occasionally glancing up whenever there's a particularly loud thump.

Seems like he's just playing observer today. ]

[stimulations]

[The invitation had said spectators welcome, and Josias had taken it up on that, but hadn't really considered how many others might do the same. Had expected more fighters, and while they were certainly in the majority, it was still interesting to see who had come simply to watch.

But he wonders if this man even came to do that, considering he appears to have brought reading material with him. Did he expect to be bored? Or had he not wanted to interrupt his reading? Interesting either way, and Josias can't help wanting to know exactly how interesting. He doesn't come too close before he speaks, doesn't take a seat, still aware of what sort of person 'fight club' might attract - whether they were actively fighting or not.]

Do you normally bring a book to this sort of thing?

OTA , fighting or talking is good.

[redhotsummers]

[Here's the thing.

Promenade had a fight club, too. He can't remember who started it, but after the initial (bad) experience, Alex had enjoyed it. It had been a good way for him to release pent up frustrations, aggressions--to learn to control his abilities. To hold them back instead of resorting to them always in a fight.

Alex has a thing for control; to control his own body, his emotions, his reactions--it makes him a better man, and one safer to be around. If he can't control the situation, he can control himself.

And that includes fights.

So as the young man mills about the edge of the room, he's closing his hands into fists, opening them wide. He's taped up his knuckles already, dressed in loose, grey sweats.]

OTA; on sidelines; if anyone wants to challenge him they're in for an easy and rather sad fight

[jurisimpudent]

[Miles' mouth is curved down into a sour arch. His eyes are narrowed. His arms are crossed.

Yet he's here to watch as much as he is to disapprove. Which - admittedly, he's here to disapprove quite a lot, yes, but there's a sort of curiosity in his manner, in his face. He dislikes this - the fact that these people would deliberately court injury when their supplies are limited, the fact that they even indulge their base animal instincts enough to enjoy this sort of chest-thumping adrenaline-fueled idiocy rather than reading a book. Yet it's becoming increasingly clear that it's going to be useful to know who can fight, who can control themselves, who will be a danger.

So even as he judges, he's also scouting - collecting information, and, every once in a while, jotting notes down on his communications device.]

[theblogger]

Mister Edgeworth.

[ John will greet the man as he passes, and maybe the doctor looks a bit curious. It's the first time he's properly seen the man in person and... he's taller than John thought he might be. He's taller than John (though not by much). ]

You haven't come along for that punch in the face after all, have you?

[ There is the touch of a smile at the corner of his lips. He is teasing. ]

Open;

[theyalldieforme]

[Honestly, John doesn't even know why he came to this. Maybe because violence is something he understands (even though he hates the idea of violence against real people, he understands it, grasps it, lives it) and nothing else on this ship has made sense.

He's found a spot that gives him space to move, to watch, and to leave without causing a scene. Some people on this boat have powers, or wolves, or strength like Cameron's

(like a machine)

and John doesn't have any of that.

He has caution, instead.]

[constructum]

[ Ariadne has never really found the appeal of this whole fight club. Opting to take all this pent up aggression she had and put it to better use. (Drawing. She liked to draw. And obviously try to find a way home, but that is a given.) But something about the recent events (and a talk with Arthur and Eames) has her a bit more curious as to how all the passengers (or possible projections) acted in this type of environment.

So it's honestly not surprising that the young man in the far off in the corner of the room caught her eye. Sure, he may be intently engrossed in something (she didn't really stop to look as to what exactly), but it wasn't like he couldn't just stop and talk for a few moments, right?

She was never going to understand the reasons they all seemed to run to this place if she didn't start asking questions after all. So with a quick glance over towards Arthur, her head shaking at his attempt to blend into the background, she quickly made her way towards the boy, sticking closely against the wall, not wanting to step in the way of any of the sparring going on.

A cough (perhaps slightly muffled behind her hand) attempting to gain his attention from a few feet away.

Nothing. (well damn)

So with a shrug of her shoulder, realizing she wasn't going to get anywhere standing where she was, she approached the young man even more - basically coming up right behind him (what is personal space?) ]

Is this your first Fight Club? [ Her voice is raised slightly and as clear as ever, hoping this was enough to gain his attention. ]

OTA - A go-to for broken noses and chatting. Didn't come to fight but lol

[theblogger]

[ John's here as one of the volunteer doctors for the evening. He stays toward the wall arms crossed over his chest. Being a medic has granted him some perks: he gets a good view. There's a doctor's bag by his foot. He's in this for the long haul, and discretely eying the contestants. Some he knows, some he doesn't. ]

[doctorings]

[ hey buddy. watson didn't come to fight either, but this is the first he's head of this little .... magic the gathering. so he decided to go watch. as he was rather fond of putting money down at the boxing matches back in london.

he spots john and goes over, parking himself there. ]

Is this something they do often?

OTA | Will Fight if approached, may well lose just for the learning experience?

[megamind]

[Megamind liked fight club. Sure, he wasn't in a great state of mind the last time they did this what with demons and Roxanne being screwed up, but-- hey. He was there now, and he was doing much better.]

[He preferred to watch, though - not that he wuoldn't get in the ring if asked, but-- well, nobody wanted a 'friendly' bout with the ex-mutineer, leaving him sitting on the sidelines, watching everybody show their hands, little by little. It wasn't unlike the yard, before they stopped letting him go -- seeing who was speaking to who, who made alliances, who obviously had it out for each other in the ring.]

[So he sat, watched and listened, still grimy from his trip up from engineering. He'd been putting in a lot of hours there. Still was. But he could take a break, to learn a few things from his crew mates, whether or not they realized they were teaching him anything.]

[goldshirt]

[now there's a face he hasn't seen in a while, and at some point Kirk casually makes his way over.]

Did you come up straight from Engineering?

ota | not fighting just watching

[whatatoolhewas]

[Joker wasn't really for this sort of thing. He was totally sidelined, and after recovering from the mess in the maze, didn't really want to get bumped, jostled beat up-- but neither did he want to be alone.]

[He used to know every little thing that happened on the Normandy. Who was banging who, who had the problems at home they were running away from, who was a closet racist, who was a closet-case anything. Here, he was out of tune with the ship. Didn't know it's pulse. Didn't know it's people.]

[Joker didn't like that much. So he people watched; wondering where his crew fit into the greater scheme of things. Maybe he'd been avoiding it -- seeing how little they mattered when at home everything was riding on them. Maybe it was because the ship didn't plain feel right.]

[But there were ghosts in the shuttle bay now and Joker didn't hang out down here near as much as he used to. He used to sleep in those shuttles. Now? Now he's up here, with the rest of the rabble, watching quietly.]

[gofortheoptics]

[Tali, on the other hand, was here to make sure that the people she'd come to be acquainted with on this ship weren't going to do anything stupid. She'd only gotten out of medbay early with the promise that she'd stay in her room and get regular check-ups from the medical staff.

She's not limping or anything of the sort, but she's still moving a little slower than usual, and she sounds -- congested.]

You know, I wonder if this would've helped with any of the tension on the ship back home.

[She'd probably just have hit Legion over the head with a wrench, if it was before they'd gone after the Reapers the first time.]

OTA | Willing to Fight or Talk. Come punch Sherlock.

[consulting]

[ a fight is a display of character, sherlock believes. you can tell a man's life story in movements. he's here mostly to people watch but the physical rush of a fight, the chemicals behind it - the endorphins, the adrenaline - are stimulating. it's not on the level of casework, definitely - he doesn't even remember the last time he had a case (dartmoor felt like ages ago) and his current one - smiley is a long way from being solved. ]

[ it's something to take his mind off of things. ]

[ may as well put his judo degree to good use. ]

[theblogger]

[ Or put your talking skills to good use.

Except...

No, that conversation never occurred. Hullo, Sherlock, have a nod from John across the way.

He's rested, he looks a lot better than he has in ages. The military parade-rest stance is in effect, but he's almost, almost rocking onto his toes, from having seen the younger man. Or maybe he's just trying to get a look at the rest of the crowd. It's a subtle thing. ]

Open for a chat or a fight (or three!)

[mortalize]

[Being ill had been -- interesting. It had been more curious to watch how the crew managed to bind itself together into something that was determined to survive, and she'd been impressed with the determination with which many had wandered through the maze. This 'Fight Club' was just another place to see how people measured up.

No 'excessive use of superhuman ability' was something she'd have to pay special attention to, if someone happened to approach her. It had been some time since she'd been involved in hand-to-hand combat -- not since New Caprica, when it had been necessary for anyone who was a guard or an enforcer of any sort -- and with what had been happening on the ships, brushing up on her skills wouldn't be the worst idea.

She waits on one of the benches, watching the previous fights with keen interest. She's studying form and trying to make note of peoples' styles and habits.]

sorry this took so long

[astrogate]

[ For the most part, Kara wasn't looking to fight (odd she knows), merely wanting to just take things slow since she was finally up and running after the illness hit her. So when the call for the Fight Club came across the wire, she assumed perhaps it might be a good opportunity to stretch her feet - start to get some of her vigor back.

So the moment she entered the deck she caught sight of her, sitting on one of the benches, attempting to blend in and Kara never really considered herself the optimist, so in her mind, the cylon was only there for a purpose to benefit her and the other cylon in the end. (clearly cylons always had a plan, right?) ]

Taking notes? [ she called with a sharp tone as she closed the space between them enough to stare down the cylon in a challenge perhaps. (Kara couldn't help but always be on guard with them after all.) ]

Maybe might fight, will probably talk.

[agent_k]

[Kay walks in with his arms crossed, casually looking around at people. Honestly, he loves sparring. Wants to keep his skills up. But at the same time? He doesn't know a goddamn thing about half these people.

So he goes to stand by the bleachers like that awkward guy at the prom that never knows how to ask anybody to dance, or makes himself look too busy with a piece of cake.

At least some of these people were putting on a good show.]

talking is good... 8)

[odinsons]

[ but, see, that's the good part about fight club. everything you need to know about a person you can find out by the way they fight. at least, that's how thor always gauges people. he can tell how a person is simply from how they enter the ring and how they swing the first punch. he's not the sort to get all introspective and figure a person out to their depths, but it gives him enough to go on.

he's also pretty adept at figuring out when a person wants to fight or when they just want to watch (because, obviously, that is a really hard thing to figure out). there's something about the way this man stands, the way he shifts and the slight narrowing of his eyes that reminds him a little bit of coulson. he looks like he could work for s.h.i.e.l.d and that's really the two biggest reasons thor approaches him to begin with. the draw of something familiar in someone unfamiliar. comfort in the sight of strangers.

at any rate, he comes up beside him, brows slightly pinched but a bit of a smile on his lips. ]

Enjoying yourself?

open like a mini-mart; for snacks or chasing burglers

[odinsons]

[ he'd been here before so this wasn't really anything new. even after fighting with those... whatever the hell they were—it'd barely curbed the bloodlust.

nothing ever does.

for eons thor can fight and fight and fight. he can be banished from his home and taught a lesson, but the song of battle still dances through his veins. he just likes it, okay?

as always, he's on the sidelines, watching, waiting to see who's good enough that a.) will put up a decent fight and b.) won't cower in PETTY TINY MORTAL FEAR at this brick shithouse.

all that being said if anyone wants to have a nice little chat about fighting or whatevs that's good too... ]

our mini mart closes at ten though 8(

[tumbleweeds]

[ It's been a while since she's seen Thor, so when she spots him outside of her fights, Jaye heads on over. She's still working out the fact that he and Sif aren't the Thor and Sif she knows, but not too hard -- it just sort of seems to be One Of Those Things, and it's not like the gods have ever shared all their secrets, even to their minders.

Her hair's pulled up and back -- in pigtails now, funnily enough, thanks to Crowley -- but it's still definitely Jaye who comes practically bounding over, flopping down next to his feet. ]

You know, big guy, god strength might be part of what they mean with the no excessive ability use rule.

open for anything

[65]

[who could say no to an invitation like the one kirk sent over the comms? it's almost like he's home again, in one of the training rooms for the games. which, while it should be bad, is the tiniest bit reassuring. at the moment, he's just watching. trying to size up the strength of all the other passengers aboard the tranquility.]

mO_Om

[kingofbabylon]

[ Guess who your life was missing. This kid right here. Justin will just slide on up with arms crossed over his chest to hip-check Finnick while staring out at whatever he seems to be looking at. ]

Here to watch or are you actually participating?

[ He is so not. He just came to check in and will probably be sneaking out later because, ah, violence. He's not so great with violence. ]

ota!!

[leaps]

[ of course sulu is here. and he has his katana, but since the flavor of the day is hand to hand, he's bent over stowing it away in his boot. come at him bros ]

[widowing]

Interesting weapon.

[ did somebody call for a sexy russian fur trapper? natasha is seated nearby, stretching, and she'd been watching the action until she noticed sulu's katana. ]

ota

[lieutenants]

[ Uhura hasn't decided yet if she'll actually be fighting at all today, but watching-- Yep, she's got that down to an art. arms folded over her chest, expression even - not looking bored, or amused, or impressed. just observing. it could be considered creepy if her eyes weren't moving from one set of mats to the other, taking in the different matches going on. it's sort of a game to her right now, in a way. guessing who's actually had training, who hasn't. what kind of training they might have, if they're trying to learn from their opponent or just let off steam. she can see the appeal in all of these options, but physical stimulation was never her preferred way of releasing any kind of energy. mental stimulation, on the other hand, well.

these guessing games would suffice for now.

maybe, eventually, she'll decide if it's worth the physical exertion, and the mild annoyance that would come sparring someone that would likely preface the match with I'll go easy on you because she's a woman. hm. then again, she wasn't the only woman here. who knows? maybe someone would surprise her. ]

ota!

[northerner]

[ this probably isn't kingly.

but nevertheless, all come down to watch the bouts, and so robb comes down as well, stands at the very edge of things to watch. it reminds him almost of the times when he was a boy, when he and jon snow and theon greyjoy would scuffle in the godswood, mock battles that lasted until maester luwin called them home.

he does not seek out challenge, but if someone called him forth, he's already made up his mind to answer. ]

[besiege]

[ Since she arrived at the holodeck, Cat has been sitting cross legged on a bench, watching others. Recent events have reminded her how much she likes the adrenaline rush of a good fight, but asking for a fight like this doesn't come as easily to her as simply responding to something charging straight at her. Her brows raise a little, her mouth twitching momentarily. ]

Monsters not enough for you?

ota

[logicals]

<sub>[ Sherlock has been bored. After rearranging his room to such an extent where it's barely recognizable any more, he's decided to check out this fight club. Because if nothing else, it's bound to be an interesting study - and honestly, he could do with a little bit of exercise, regardless as to whether he ends up actually fighting or not.

It's certainly worth his while to get moving, especially after that space sickness - being stuck in bed for days on end is enough to drive anyone crazy, so when it's Sherlock?

Well, let's just say it's a good thing he's decided to get out and about. ]</sub>

[goldshirt]

[at first glance, he isn't entirely sure which Sherlock this is. mostly because, at first glance, they aren't easily told apart, save this one's tan. but that was fading the longer he was in space and not on that- island- so Jim was left to look for other ticks.

the fact that he seemed more aware of his personal space, for one.

curiousity gets the better of him eventually and Jim sidles his way over. having months of practice with the Sherlock he knows, he's on the edge of the detective's personal space before he speaks up.]

Hey.

closed to hayley

[heltersskelter]

[he figures it's their attempt at normalcy, this fight club thing. Tate shows up not because he wants to learn to fight (though maybe, with the way things are going, he should learn more than a wild haymaker) but because he knows it'd be better for him to be there. in public.

and maybe because he's looking for her.

but he folds himself up into the bleachers, leaning forward with elbows on his knees and watches the crowd with dark eyes; scanning each bobbing head for a short-cropped brunette.]

[entrapments]

[Hayley doesn't come to fight either. she comes to watch.

she isn't stupid, because yeah, she's come this far just honing her own abilities- sharping her reflexes. but this ship doesn't play fair, and every incoming group has some unforeseen variance. people who aren't human, people with unbelievable strength, people with supernatural abilities- people who can't die. she needs an edge, but more importantly, she needs someone who can provide it. Hayley comes to fight club with the pretense of boredom or wonder, but her gaze rakes the participants. catalogs movement and tone and opinion- looks for a teacher.

she filters into the room with little fuss, and her hands tuck into the safety of her sweatshirt pockets- forgettable. ]