open; slaughter ring (also between rounds) @calamitousstarters​
The morbid curiosity that had brought Violet out to the Slaughter Ring was quickly being replaced by a knot in her chest. Bloodshed, violence, fangs and claws meeting cold steel wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before. It was her whole life, everything she’d been raised around. There was a part of her that had been excited, notebook and pen poised and ready against the barricade to scratch down any notes that came to mind. All research. All business. Then a head goes flying across the ring and Violet’s stomach drops cold. Her excitement burned down to a cruel reminder where her place on the food chain was.Â
She’s seen enough for now but she knows the night isn’t over. Her friends, her family inside needed her. A familiar face to cheer them on from the sidelines. Violet makes her way outside, knocking a pack of cigarettes against her palm. She rarely smokes but always kept a pack on hand for the occasional anxiety attacks that threatened to cloud her rational. “Guess I made bets a little too early.” She says out loud, working to keep her hand from shaking as she fumbles with her lighter. “After that last one l’m not sure how the rest of the matches are gonna go.”Â
