A girl in throwbacks corner climbed up to peek closer onto the stage. She was dressed in bright colors, a pink and white dress with tiny accents of other colors in the hems and in the woven bracelets that climbed up her arms. Unlike many in the pit, her attire and appearance was clean and neat. Others looked wild and savage she looked civilized, like one going to a dinner party not a fight. She had long inky hair was coiled up into an intricate braid like crown on her head, her face was obscured by an intricate lace mask. 

They might have noticed her walking with Throwback on his way to the pit, perhaps like Stitches, she was the eye-candy. Or was she, like Stitches, something more dangerous? She watched the Alaskan battle throwback with interest.

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Hobbling up to the door of the office was a small hunched figure. People made way for the foul and musty stench they produced. Draped in layers of torn old cloth, once-bright hair matted and dull, it grew down to her elbow but only on one side, it swayed as she made uneven steps toward the office. 

"The odds..." She muttered in a husky voice then spat on the floor. When she found the office she didn't bother to knock, barging straight in (She was often told she had no manners).

... Silver eyes blinked as she looked on an unusual scene. The place was completely dark, which was odd for the Banker, but, it all made sense when she saw his body sprawled across the floor.