She looked across the crowds from her spot in the corner, tentatively watching how the masses went to and fro as they circled around the two fighters in the middle. She'd attempted a cage once, thinking about the safety of the fighters and their 'fans'. But she'd learnt quickly they cared little for that, and prefered to be as near to them as possible. Getting caught by a runaway punch when one of the fighters dodged only seemed to bolster the crowd's pleasure; so ringless she went. All she could call it was a glorified step-up stage.

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This place hadn't even been hers at first. But now a middleman ran the show in her stead, and she is now nothing more than a curious bystander. One of many faces in the crowd frequenting the underground fight nights. The only difference is that she knows them all. Every face, every detail, who they are, where they're from. Fighters and visitors alike; so she can snuff out any that try to twist her arm before it's too late.

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Imagine her surprise when she finds a face she doesn't recognize. Off to the side, where new fighters gather before their next bout. She frowns, already on her feet before anyone can notice; pushing her way through the crowd towards the woman. A long wig a few shades darker than her own hair, and contacts dulling her piercing blue eyes to a lifeless grey are all she uses to conceal her identity. Her trademark tattoos covered by a skintight bodysuit and a leather jacket.

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She doesn't wait long to break the ice as she subtly appears beside the woman. "New here, I presume?" Calliope doesn't have to feign her curiosity, merely temper it.

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+ thalia black

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