<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Up by the cage itself the mood was far more intense. And sitting there at a small table surrounded by other was a girl of twenty years. She had pale skin and bright green eyes which seemed almost aglow in her excitement. Her hair was straight and cut in an edgy fashion reaching down a little past her shoulders, deep brown in color but with brighter red streaks through-out. She wore a pair of old jeans that fit nicely, even though they were rather beat up and frayed, a white tank top and dusty black boots. Her arms were adorned with random bracelets and fingerless leather gloves, while a simple string-tied pendant hung on her neck. She was a far step from the more glamorous girls around her, but then she wasn't here to put on a fashion show or hunt men. Most knew this, as she was at some cage-fight or other almost every night. <br/>"Oh hell yeah! Look at those muscles, tattoo boy there is so gonna win this one. Better start pulling out the money kittens."<br/>Jayana was ecstatically watching as the new fight unfolded, making her bets with those around her as the battle began.  These two were new players in the game it seemed, for she did not know them. And being a regular on the fight-scene, she knew pretty well who was who. Most forgot fighters quick, the majority of peoples attention spans being unable to withhold such things as names for too long. Jayana knew better then this. If you remember the name of the winner, it lets you know who to bet on next time that same winner decided to re-enter the matches. <br/>And they always re-entered. That was how it went. Money was a powerful thing. A solid motivation for a winner to undergo the gruesome acts again for another chance at getting paid. It was a vicious circle, and she lived for it. It was like breathing to her. For when the winner got paid for a fight well matched, she got paid for a bet well placed. And whoever stated money couldn't buy happiness was a sore and pitiful loser. Perhaps it couldn't buy happiness all-out, but it could buy cigarettes and chocolate which in her book was basically the same thing anyways. Also, winning a bet was an adrenaline rush. And adrenaline was her drug of choice, that combined with her store-bought happiness made for a very fulfilling evening.<br/>Though, <em>admittedly</em>, not as fulfilling as she'd like.  These cage fights were popular, and she visited them nightly, but more often then not it was an exclusively <em>male-fighting</em> experience. She liked placing bets, enjoyed watching someone get the shit kicked out of them, rejoiced upon winning a bet but what she really wanted was to fight herself. Oh she had done it before, sure. But female battles were a bit harder to come by.  Most girls were happy to leave such things to the boys and get their pay-offs in, well,  in <em>other activities</em>. And co-ed battles were practically inexistent because to be honest, it didn't matter how tough a chick you were, a two-hundred twenty pound mountain of a man would still break you in half with minimal effort. All in all she had only been involved in three cage-matches. And she had won them all, and craved more. I mean why not? She hadn't killed her opponents, she had knocked one unconscious for awhile but thats <em>just how it goes</em>. There was no real harm in it as far as she was concerned and if there was so what? You accept that fate when you entered the cage. Win big or die trying, it was practically the code of the universe now. <br/>A loud uproar drew her up and out of her thoughts and back to the match at hand as a particularly violtent punch was made. She had been right in choosing the man with the tattoos and for a moment all else was forgotten as she stood from her seat and screamed out encouragements to her newest money-maker. <br/><br/>~~~*~~~<br/><br/>(( Hello! Hope you don't mind me jumping right in! I love the story-line of this rp. It's been awhile since I've seen a good futuristic roleplay! )) <br/> </span><br/>