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Winning is an added bonus, but the real idea is you compete and survive, and learn Corbin. In the modern nights, the simple entertainments of yester-century are now highly bet upon and incredibly illegal. This will put you at more risk than you realise. Especially if you win.
Each match has restrictions - no Disciplines. No weapons. No vitae pre-match... all sorts. The competitors are all slaves. The were's are captives brought in from our patrols, the cainites those condemmed to Final Death or a Bloodhunt. As such, those who compete are considered little more than porperty. Should you win, people will wish to buy you from me. And when I say no, they will try to either eliminate you in your sleep, or kidnap you. And of course.. you WILL be presented as my champion once we move locations. No cell for you, though your position at my side may bring you more trouble than the indignity of another cell. You have, after all, seen the club. And how I look while there. Im the owner.

*He finished his own drink and looked hard at Corbin*

It will be a furtehr test of your strength and will, as well as your capacityt o serve teh cause. You have put your pride behind you, you have been pushed to your physical and mental limits. No one can harm you now, not if you choose to win. Will you fight?

Truly you have learnt much, fast.

*He stood and went to a set of drawers across the room... under a statue of Corbin. A living statue. Ice paid it no heed as he withdrew a simple black leatehr oufit. Close fitting pants and a haltered harness shirt. Nothing overly fancy, but enough to set off Corbin's natural physique and looks.*

Dress, and we shall leave. I warn you now, you will be leashed, and mildly restrained while we stay at the club. Competitors are not normally allowed even in the general floor area. You will be an exception, but mark my words.. should you disobey me even ONCE, I will have you sent to the cells and I WILL see to your punishment personally.

*Passing Corbin a set of fingerless gloves, Ic then almost apologetically clipped a leash to Corbin's collar and led the way from his study back to the door to the club Corbin had entered through nearly two months ago*

*Pop*

That was the sound that came from the direction of the soft features which lay upon the face of the man in bed. His form slowly raised, coming to an upright, seated position...somewhat. He held both his arms across his form, like an X. His head...though, was laid back, limp seeming, and disconnected from the spin by the way it appeared. His eyes steadily began to open, and as they cracked, blood suddenly poured out and down his cheeks. The form of the man slipped from the bed still, hunching down toward the floor, going almost completely limp at the upper body as his legs propped him back up. Skin pulled and bent along his back, stretched, his shoulder bones seeming about to rip from his back. His entire body appeared to be bursting from within, bones shifting and slowly tearing at his flesh, causing the fur sheets to cling along his lower half. More blood trickled along his flesh through cuts as he righted himself, though left his head hanging. His arms then...slowly, fell to either side and, like his head, were limp.

The joints were now, at this point, near forcing themselves from his hands. His fingers and arms stretched out, and dislocated, but his body ready to fall apart! Yet... It did not, quite the opposite, as his right arm suddenly twisted itself to the right as far as it could. Several more popping sounds would be heard as it twisted, then straightened again. The arm had been brought back into its more 'normal' length, fingers clenching then wiggling. The other arm followed, twisting to the left side with several popping sounds, and again as it straightened. Blood which had leaked from him began to soak back in through the open wounds on his arms, which themselves resealed. His entire torso then followed, twisting far, far to the left... So far that it nearly faced the opposite direction as his head remained in position. The ribs, the shoulder bones, as well as his spin, all reconnected and shifted back. The blood, once more, began to soak into the wounds which had been made, as his body straightened itself. Finally, his head followed, as the neck straightened out and placed itself proper, allowing his the empty bleeding sockets to peer toward Ice. That blood, like the rest, seeped into his eye sockets, filling them, forming spheres...which then were coated with white, and then replaced with a pair of red irises and pupils. As Faye removed the 'kinks' out of his system from first waking up, he grinned, quick to catch the near falling sheets so as not to totally expose himself.

"I don't know..." he tossed the sheet aside, letting it half fall over the bed and half lay along the floor. The now exposed man walked two steps forward, before stopping and raising his arms to about chest level, his head as well. As he did, his clothing seemed to darken, then liquify into what appeared to be...blood. The blood seeped along the floor, flowing toward Faye's nude body, then running up it, climbing it and covering. As it did, the blood then became light once more, and softened into a material that once again made up his clothing. "...Did I?" he said, playfully suggestive in tone, grinning toward Ice still as he lowered his head back down. He approached the albino as he adjusted the right sleeve of his jacket. "Hm." he let out, as he approached, and stopped about three feet away from both him and this...creation. "Something to share, dear?" he asked, curious as to what this...thing was. He didn't recognize it...

"Hmm? My face?" he asked, confused... Questioning Ice's words, the -idea- even seemed perplexing and new. He waited for a few moments more as Ice formed the mirror like surface which, of course, Faye would respond to by turning his head toward. Blinking, he stared off as if dazed, pausing several moments. He brought his hand to his cheek, and with an ever soft touch he caressed, then tilted his head. He waited, a few moments more, then gripped his jaw. With a single, abrupt motions, he dislocated it...then popped it back into place. "This...is my face?" he grinned, apparently liking that fact.

Again, he grins, turning his head back to glance toward Ice, into his eyes. "Apparently I am... Yes, do capture though..." he grasps Ice's hand under his chin, gently yet also a bit tightly. "...Do try not to use too many of these...captives. I do so wish to use some for my own...specific needs of sustenance." he said, placing but a finger of Ice's in his mouth, about as much as the tip rather, and nipping lightly.

Faye gently closed his eyes, slipping the man's finger away. Yet he kept Ice's hand in his as he responded. "Well..." his eyes peaked open, mere slits now. "...Tell me..." his index and middle fingers ran slowly down the back of Ice's hand, pressing it to his own chest. "Tell me of this...obsession..." his fingers stopped in between each of Ice's fingers, lifting his hand off, then intertwining with them "...Tell me of this...Corbin." he whispers, grasping Ice's hand in his own, fingers wrapping along his.