Dresden Blacklion, District Three

( N A M E ) Dresden Killian Blacklion
( A G E ) Eighteen
( G E N D E R ) Male
( D I S T R I C T / A R E A ) District Three

Repressed, but never erased
Knocked down
But never giving up
Locked up where no can find us
We'll survive here til the end

There's a crack as his fist smashes into my jaw, but I don't feel any pain. It feels too much like pride to hurt. Smirking in response, I pull back to wipe some of the blood from my split lip away with my knuckles and then:

The crowd surrounding us gives a vicious cheer as another, more definite CRACK echoes through our bones in the wake of my counterattack — I'm often called gangly upon first impression, but I make sure to correct that the second go around — except for the guys who bet against me. Their roars are no kin to applause.

Mercy has no home in me as my opponent collides with the bloodied cement at my feet. Instead I drop to my knees, cushioning my landing with his stomach, and proceed to wind my fist back for a one, two, three punch to his face, because in prizefighting, as in our blue collar day jobs, there is no sure victory without definite defeat. It's not until his eyes are lolling back in their sockets as he sucks in ragged breaths that whistle with the shame of surrender, that I stop, heaving with violent adrenaline. My gray eyes are still shy of murderous, because this... is a different kind of Game.

Our arena is nothing like theirs and this fight club isn't that kind of career training. Here we fight for ourselves and maybe that's hard to understand, but it makes perfect sense to me. Triumphantly shaking out my dark, sweat dampened hair (like the lions my family is named for) as I share a slurred grin with the ceiling, it's not the money I've just won or even the thrill of bringing another man to the brink of death that has my giddy heart pounding — it's something more.

Ignored
When your whole world's collapsed
Dismissed
Before you speak a word
These are the moments that blind you

( C O D E W O R D ) Odair
( F A C E C L A I M ) James McAvoy

Come clean, but everything's wrong
Sustained, but barely holding on
Run down, with no one to find you
We're survivors
Here til the end

( C O M M E N T S / O T H E R )

Concise Character Bios <3

Prize Fighter by The Velvet Teen

There are no more fights to fight
My trophies are the scars that will never heal
But I get carried away sometimes
I wake up in the night
Swinging at the ceiling

( O T H E R S P E A K I N G ) 6C7068
( T H I N K I N G ) 7F6C5B
( T E X T ) 9D5C56
( O T H E R ) CE4745
( S P E A K I N G ) FF3333

It's hard
To leave old ways behind
But harder
When you think that's all there is
Don't look at me that way