[center][h1]Provoke Woogong[/h1][/center]

[indent][indent]Provoke had been fighting bouts of regret since his departure from Heavens' Arena, it felt like a dull rapping against his consciousness. A reminder that he might be chasing demons, adventure, or anything in between. He was crouched outside the shady bar, back against the cold exterior with boredom adorning his lethargic silver eyes. He tapped the hard ground with his fingertips in a thoughtless rhythm. Its 'CLOSED' sign flickered with age but that wasn't what kept him from going inside. He could hear music from inside, feel their presence through what he considered a survival instinct. No, what kept him from going inside the bar was his premature age. He was fifteen and he refused to get involved with the law, considering his non-existence. 

He sighed, pondering his next move. The letter's meeting place was clear enough and still he battled with the idea of being 'thrown' back away. A seemingly silent moment passed. [i]'I'll just go in,'[/i] he decided suddenly, raising up slow before dusting off his dark trousers. The deep yellow of his sweater was a smoldering glow against the dark backdrop of the bar.

The youth tried the door and found it unlocked. It was almost second nature to fall into sorts with the background, to belong or disappear, whichever he preferred at the moment. In that moment, he preferred to belong. He strolled inside, looked at the patrons and instantly adopted a narrow expression of annoyance. A quick dip into his back pocket brought out the letter, which he glanced at before looking up again with hopes gleaming a clue or two. 

"The White Tiger... probably the most shadiest of the shady-looking here," he muttered, training his gaze on a hooded figure. A smidge of fear raised in him and like usual he managed to control that unwanted emotion. His boots pattered loudly as he strolled up to the hooded man and for some reason, that resounding sound, his own footfalls, brought pause to him. He lifted his head to the ceiling, exasperated by what he was going to do. 

He felt it was idiotic and perhaps dangerous, mostly likely dangerous, but it was ridiculous skulking about. He had traveled to Buru from a long ways and honestly, was feeling impatient, tired, and hoodwinked. He wanted to get it over, even if it meant the possibility of dying. Clearly and calm, his voice raised above the musical entertainment, "I'm looking for The White Tiger, I got your invite and I'm interested. Are you here? [i]If[/i] you are, I'll wait ten minutes... After that, I'm leaving." [/indent][/indent]