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When she’d invited Julien to come to the fight night. She hadn’t really known what to expect. She didn’t really think that it was his kind of thing. But seeing as he’d done such a good job finding them a space to have it. She needed to get him on board for future projects. Cause all she could think about was planning the next one. Spotting the man in question she quietly slipped up behind him. her arms snaking around his middle from behind as she pressed herself against his back. “Are you having fun?” she asked in a low voice but their close proximity assured her that he could hear her over the noise. “You know, none of this would have happened if you hadn’t found the perfect space.” she practically purred as she spoke. Delphine Winter was never above using her god given womenly charm to ensnare a victim. @julienfitzherbert

The first place that Evan stepped foot in the moment he arrived back in Auradon was his dorm room on campus. Opening the door and turning the light back on, the room was still in the exact state that he had left it in the night he had messily packed up a bag to head back home to the Isle. He had been on campus for the first day of the school year, only to receive a dire message from his Grandmother. His mother was sick, really sick, and he needed to come back home. What he had hoped would only be a few days home turned into weeks and then into months before he finally felt comfortable enough to leave the Isle and head back to school. He had missed so much of the school year thus far that he was sure he would have to wait until the next semester to rejoin, but hell, it seems even schools understand an extenuating circumstance like this one. With his bags dropped off, the second place that Evan headed to was the warehouse that no one wanted to talk about. Being gone for so long meant that Evan was practically invisible, but he had still received the email that gave him the time and the place to go. With his black hoodie matching the black sweats he had on, Evan followed the directions, forking over the money to the doorman before entering the scene before him. A drink was the first thing he needed and once he had one in hand, Evan gravitated toward the others watching the match before him. It felt good to be surrounded by people and not just sickness and death. It felt good to be lost in the crowd. 

Aurèlie wasn’t really sure how she felt about the whole Fight Night. But if it was giving Luca an outlet that he needed. She figured she would support him. Plus she knew that she’d be useful. If they wanted to keep things on the down-low they couldn’t have a bunch of people running around with busted faces. “Thank you for helping me tonight.” Aurèlie was washing the last batch of fighters blood off her hands as she glanced at her friend. She was thankful that she had an extra set of hands. These people were going hard, thankfully she’d learned a lot in the Bayou. “I think we can take a little break for a while, how about we get a drink and watch the next fight?? ” She asked lightly. @littlerileyfitz

AND THE WINNER IS...

— @beaufort-a

Emrys’ wasn’t sure how long he had been sat against this wall, it had felt like days but Emrys knew it had most likely been mere hours - if that. When everything went crazy and the ceiling came crashing down a large spliter of wood shot through the air, piercing through Emrys’ lung and shooting him back against the wall. It was a habit to breathe, and with the first intake of breath, Emrys howled with pain. One benefit to being a vampire was that he didn’t have to breathe, he just had to keep reminding himself not too. 

Leaning against the makeshift bar. A self rolled cigarette pressed between her lips as she watched the crowd. A few fights had already gone down. The bets were still rolling in and the place was practically at capacity. She’d expected that everything was going to go well. But she hadn’t expected it to go this well. It was turning out to be worth involving so many other people. They’d have a nice chunk of cash to split between them. Not to mention it had sated her craving for some good old fashion violence. Feeling a presence next to her she turned her head to greet the person. “Having fun?” she asked loudly over the cheers of the crowd as the next duo entered the “ring”. Delphine was in a good mood for the night. She figured she could be social and make sure people were enjoying the little show they’d put together.