[u]Rosskaya, The Pits[/u] The Pits, oh how Zhackie wished he could have seen one last fight before they were shut down. They really were something while they were still active, now they're an empty attraction, void of the cheering crowds and fighting opponents. Silence just felt so foreign in an environment like this. Zhackie walked around the arena, examining whatever has been left behind. A tire, a weapon, a bloodstain, whatever was left had it's own story to tell, and how he loved to listen. He waited, if someone had put a price on his head he wanted to know why. And what better way to get a confrontation than walking into a secluded area alone. If someone was really after him there would be no better time to confront him than now. ((Open to Shadow, or anyone who just happen to be in the Pits))