The woman walked from the tribune, jumping over the fencing with a groan.

She was clearly drunk, almost on verge of throwing up at this point. She walked to her room, swaying from side to side tiredly. She was getting ready for another round. Violet sat at the sink, smearing black paint onto her face and lips while staring at herself in the mirror.

Vi's blueish eyes looked blank and exhausted. Her short hair, once pink and bright, now covered in dark paint. She quickly fixed her black leather jacket and made sure that bandages on her muscular body are secure and tight.

Pit-fighter walked out of her room, but once she stepped into the crowd, making her way to the tribunal, she bumped into someone..A low groan of annoyance escaped her lips and she looked down at the person

"Watch where you're going.." She muttered, her speech slightly slurred due to alcohol.