A/N: Alright, there's a twist for you, now let's get back to business…
Purple Dragon Hangout: 0235 Hours.
Dokuja just arrived and walked through the main door, giving the guarding members a three fingered salute. He took a moment to take in his surroundings: graffiti all over the walls, an arena in the middle of the room with a cage hanging above it, and more druggies and drunks than he could count. A madhouse, but Dokuja felt somewhat at home for unknown reasons. He was being escorted over to a corner with all the new members of the day when someone stopped him.
"Who the heck are you supposed to be?" He asked, sarcastically and with attitude. Dokuja could tell he was high. "You look like you're supposed to be some sort of costume freak!" He gave Dokuja a shove. "You don't belong here, little boy. Why don't you do us all a favor and go back home to mommy with her milk and cookies?" Dokuja got mad fast, knocking him a short distance into the air and grabbing his ankles, twirling around twice and throwing him along a table with assorted stolen cigarettes and other drugs.
"Let that be a warning to anyone that pisses me off." Dokuja said. Almost everyone was mad at him for causing this mess, drawing chains and bats and walking towards him from all directions. Hun gave them a signal to back off. They all did as they were told.
"There's only one way we can settle this feud. You all know that much, correct?" All the people that were coming after him suddenly grew a wicked grin.
"Yeah, I almost forgot about the initiation." One of them said.
"Initiation?" Dokuja asked.
"We'll get to that later." Hun said. "Why don't you get to know some of the new members over there?" Dokuja left to where he was heading earlier and sat next to the rest of the newbie's.
"You had some skills back there. What's your name?" Dokuja thought his name was rather; well, unnatural for this place of mind, so he came up with a fake one fast.
"Just call me Johnny." He said.
"Interesting name."The new member held out a hand. That's when Dokuja turned and studied the physical features, realizing it was a girl. Purple hair, possibly dyed, multiple piercings, slightly tanned skin, brown eyes, and she was wearing a regular tank top with a ripped denim jacket. "I'm Angel. Nice to meet you." Dokuja hesitated before he shook her hand. Then an image of Markue-Rae flashed in place of her and he phased out for a second. He shook his head quickly to regain consciousness in reality.
"Now," Hun was on a microphone, his voice literally booming left and right. "Let's get on with this!" The crowds of gang members roared with excitement. Angel cracked her knuckles.
"Showtime." She said standing. All the others did as well, so Dokuja did the same.
"Who shall go first?" Hun asked the crowd.
"I'll take on the kid in the costume!" Someone shouted. Others agreed and stood up.
"Since there are multiple votes for the same contestant, he shall have the choice of who get's sent in with him." Dokuja understood that the initiation was a survival of the fittest cage match. Dokuja looked at the people behind him, including Angel, and thought it was time to make a good impression.
"Send them all in." He replied. Everyone looked at him in awe of making such a challenge.
"Very well." Hun said, signaling the combatants down. Dokuja started to join them when Angel stopped him.
"You're crazy! There was at least thirty thugs wanting to take you on, there's no way you'll make it out of there alive!"
"We'll just have to see then, won't we?" Dokuja continued to the arena and into the fire. The cage came down with a thud. And the fight began.
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Casey was wearing his hockey mask and he walked into the hangout. Where is she? Damn it, where's Angel? He thought, and then saw Dokuja in the cage. "Oh, hell no. He didn't, did he?" He said to himself. I got to tell the others!
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As much as Dokuja didn't want to admit it, he had his hands full with the fighting. He was hitting thugs in all directions, getting tired as some of them came up for another go. He underestimated them entirely. He was sent against the wall of the cage by one of the taller thugs when Hun shouted at him.
"Quit holding back! Show them what you can really do!" That's when Dokuja realized he hasn't used any Ninjutsu. He decided it was time to 'heat things up' by whipping some hand signs. Five black fireballs circled inside the cage.
"Now… Say your goodbyes…" Dokuja said to the street thugs. "Out of all of the people I used this against, only two made it out alive." The orbs of flames sped up the rotation, turning eventually into a tornado of burning. The cage was almost completely destroyed, the roof of it especially. Burning corpses flew everywhere. No one in the brawl survived. The crowd grew silent for a long while until somebody roared with excitement. Then the whole audience joined in, their fists in the air.
"What a flashy finisher!" Hun said. "We sure have a fighter here! Welcome to the club, kid!" Dokuja went to sit down when Hun asked him an important question. "Now, who do you want to be in the gang out of the newbie's over there?" Dokuja looked over all the faces and pointed to someone. A man stood, but Dokuja shook his head, pointed again to the one behind him, which was Angel. She stood. "Very well. Welcome to the family."