You've Been Invited (David)

[Roth O'Roak]

The list. That oh so important list. It was a list of people given to Roth by Esau. This list accompanied by a series of files contained some of the biggest names of PHS: 259. It was Roth's job to find these people and 'take care' of them or else. Roth didn't want to find out what 'or else' was, at least not yet. As himself Roth would have to take down these people, or at least lead his boss into thinking that. Then in his black clad outfit of Blacksmoke it was his job to find any information he could about Esau and take him down, someday.

Todays mission was to try and mark off another name on Esau's List. A Mr. Blaze. David Blaze. Roth had heard that name before, but he had only heard it spoken in fear. Roth looked over his file many times until he came across something interesting. Each of these people had a set of weaknesses. Most of it was pretty obvious, but then came Mr. Blaze's weakness. Naked women.

And thus there would be the way for Roth to take down David Blaze. After all he lived in the Jungle Cat. Long Beach's very own erotic dance club. Naked women all day everyday, but Roth would have to do this very cautiously. A busy night would be too crowded, and a non-busy period would involve the nasty Tuesday C-Section girls. Those wouldn't effect anybody.

After a while of thinking it over, which was not Roth's forte, he decided to use a three prong approach.

1: Hire local students to get within earshot of Mr. Blaze while talking about a cool mellow place to chill, the Jungle Cat. This would be VERY costly as there were many students who feared David.

2: Advertise. Put up flyers around the school promoting the Jungle Cat as a combination of laid back club and occasional fight club.

3: Personal Invitation.

Dear David Blaze,

You've been invited to the Jungle Cat local club. We've heard word of your fighting prowess and would be honored for you to come to our club, have a few drinks and maybe even do a small bit of fighting yourself. Transportation will be provided and if you come you'll be given a pass for free food, drinks, and entertainment for life.

Sincerely,
Marcus 'The Truth' Killings

Who in their right mind would pass up free shit? With all these motions set into place Roth would await for the Friday afternoon when a sleek black limo would pull up to the school. A man with a funny mustache would come out and wait at the entrance of PHS: 259 with a sign reading:

'Mr. David Blaze'

[David B.]

OOC((It wouldnt likely be included in any file that David has a weakness for naked women, but for sake of continuity, i'll go with it.))

Davids eyes and ears were always open. It didnt take a rocket scientist to wonder at this new place that began floating around the school- the jungle cat. Sex, alcohol, rock and roll, and underground tournaments. David Blaze, generally one for a more cultured atmosphere, was only intrigued by the final ingredient to that ticking time bomb. The fights. Having hordes of people know and understand the arena was bound to bring warriors from all over to compete. Planning on showing up to that place later and uninvited, David decided to keep a low profile. He would scout the place out and discover its purpose, its reason for sprouting.

All this, however, planned before the letter.

Reading the note over in his locker, his eyebrows drew down. A little too...convenient. He, of course, couldn't rule out the possibility that these notes had been passed around the school to a select few. Striding around at the moment of contemplation, he watched kids open their lockers, students digging through their bags. Not once was anyone reading a letter. Possible- perhaps the individual simply had a refined taste. Maybe only the higher echelon of the schools fighters or members were stuck in there. He mulled it over. Unlikely. He would have heard about it from someone. He thought about why someone would go through the trouble to invite only him. A trap, maybe? If so, he would be walking right into it.

He left the building, noticed the man with a sign, and smiled.

"Lead the way."

Yeah, he would walk right into it for several reasons. One, there simply wasn't any reason for him not to. What would they do, kill the owner of a multi-billion dollar company? Doubtful. Though previously suspicious, he was now certain that he had been chosen personally. A limo out front with his name on it? Red flag. He would hop in the back of the limo, riding along without a care in the world, one leg crossed over the other. As they pulled up to the place, David brought his hand up to push the hair from his eyes.

'Interesting.'