[h1][color=#ff9e00]Zaina 'Zee' Allaires[/color][/h1]
[i]Apartment above The Wolf Pack[/i]
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A blaring alarm pierced the silence of a room barely lit but the rays of light that filtered through window shades. Zaina groaned beneath her sheets, letting out an irritable huff before slamming a large fist against the perpetrator of disturbing her slumber. Amazingly the alarm clock hadn't shattered under her strike as it ceased its ear piercing sound. Zaina briefly contemplated on just remaining in bed but sighed knowing that wasn't an option. She sat up and stretched, a yawn escaping her lips before getting up to start the day anew, starting with a shower. She groaned slightly from bruises she had gained the previous night from a trip down the back alley district. She had her reputation to uphold in a few fights that got her some extra cash as well as some free drinks. Not close to being any good then the place she worked but it was something, plus a flirt or two if she found a particular fancy. Her more recent interest was a newer fighter at least to her that was a vulture of some form.

Any thought of returning to peaceful slumber was lost when cold water hit against her fur, jolting awake the large hyena. She quickly got out of it as she could, getting dressed and grabbing a backpack haphazardly tossed to the side of the cluttered room, it's contents having been haphazardly shoved into it before being tossed over her shoulder while leaving the confines of her apartment and making her way down the hall and down the stairwell that led down to her place of work, a moderately well known club called The Wolf Pack.

As she made her way down she was greeted by the sight of the owner of the The Wolf Pack she resided above. Bartholomew Whitlock, the closest thing she could call to someone being family after three years. Bartholomew, Tholo for short, was a gruff looking timber wolf. He stood around six feet, a slightly large frame with his fit build. While one eye was a piercing sky blue the other was dull and foggy, a scar tracing itself across the left side of his face. How the wolf had been blinded he never said keeping it to himself. His fur a mixtures of grey except for his underside which was cream colored. His muzzle has slight signs of white to appear. Still even for his age, he was a tough son of a bitch and the only person who managed to knock her out. The incident had been her own fault and taught her to not do it again unless she wanted to permanently be back on the streets.

[color=#b00000]"Finally dragged your ass out of bed I see kid,"[/color] Tholo stated while looking over the bar and checking everything was in order [color=#b00000]",Thought I'd have to do it myself. Have one of the rookies in the back video tape it."[/color]

[color=#ff9e00]"Har har old man,"[/color] Zaina huffed flipping him off, Tholo simply shook his head while continuing to work. Zaina entered behind the bar, finding an old coffee machine that had all ready been brewed and quickly made herself a cup of the wonderful elixir. One thing she could at least give the old wolf credit for, he did make good coffee.

[color=#ff9e00]"Off to hell I go,"[/color] she muttered while carrying her drink of coffee giving the old wolf a final wave. Tholo gave a grunt in response wiping down the counter as she exiting the front door to walk her way to the nearest subway to then reach the Eukary University. Today the university was full on open to the public, with various clubs and other stalls to entice new students or curious bystanders. Zaina slightly unhappy with crowds this early in the morning but would deal with it. Plus she did see an arm wrestling tournament.