[center][color=fffbe5][h1]Sector 6[/h1]
[h3][i]-Victoria Vostrum-[/i][/h3][/color][/center]

The sleek form of their transportation to the Training Center caught Vicki's eye and held it. It glinted on par with a dewdrop in morning light. Ever inch of it seemed new and [i]fresh[/i]. Such was the grandeur of their current world. Vicki had seen the nicer things in life--along with a few truly ugly things-- but this was on an entirely new level. "They're going to fatten us right up for the slaughterhouse, huh?" She spoke lowly. "What else could a girl ask for?" As the doors began to open, she took the first stride into the vehicle, head high and eyes intent. She'd take in her surroundings, all of it.

A man met them as they entered into the train, his aura unwelcoming. And the way he taunted the both of them was enough to cause Victoria to dismiss him: a high maintenance problem that she wasn't keen on trying to involve herself in. He was the type of guy she could take out in the ring within the first 3 rounds. 

If she was walking to her death, she wasn't going to be insulted along the way. She crossed her arms, tiring of the berating nature and as he introduced himself, she simply looked at him, waiting for him to continue on.