Evan Orel - Apartment There was a lot of crime in the city, even with its glorious and richer areas. The tops of the companies all had some side-businesses, and an amount of very well-payed people were the ones who offered to.. take care of people's small problems. One of those people was Evan. She had grown up in the downtown, learned the tough way of life and her aim was the one of a hawk. Her movements were swift, her wielding of almost any kind of weapon done with practiced ease. She did, though, have a few problems with her personality, and taking care of other things than the basic surviving. She usually had a person over to help her take care of things. That... person was there at the moment, and a smell emitted from the kitchen. She sighed lightly. That guy... "Hey, Dominic. Didn't I tell you ages ago that you don't need to do that?" She said, her voice a slight mumble. She hated interacting with other people, but her house would be a mess if not for Dominic. He was always there, helpful and nice, and even if he had knowledge of her job, he didn't hate or resent her. He came from the same area of town as her, and he had other not-so-legal activities going on, though maybe ones with less action involved than her own. "Aww, come on, don't be so childish! You can barely even survive on your own, all you can think about is sharpening your knives and testing your gun aim!" His red-haired head popped out from the door of the kitchen, and a knife embedded itself into the wall just beside his head. He gasped and retreated back into the kitchen. "Shut the hell up." She said just as a knock was heard on the door. She left her gun on the table, walking up to open. She was still in a full outfit from having gone out, and she looked tired. But her eyes were burning, yet cold and focused as usual. The man at the door handed her her letters, bills and other things. A letter at the top caught her eye, and as she pushed the door closed, she unfolded the paper. It wasn't in the envelope, and it wasn't signed with anything but a scribble of a tiger. "The Western Tiger wants to see me, huh... that little bitch. I suppose I could accept the offer. No weapons... as if she thinks I'm stupid enough." She looked over at the kitchen. Well, that meant she'd have to leave Dominic with the house again. She only had a few hours. "Well, it seems that the Western Tiger wants to meet me tonight, so I'll have to skip dinner." She said, going to her weapon cabinet. She took out several throwing knives, a dagger, and guns. Stuffing it all into the weapons belt strapped on the inside of her clothes, she put on her boots and went to the door. "If I don't come back, burn everything and wipe off fingerprints." She said, hearing a monotone "uh-huh" from the kitchen as she left the door, walking down the stairs - she had a lot of time, and she was faster than the elevator, anyways. She'd never been able to stand still in her life, so constantly running from one place to the other was a nice way of living for her. She got to get her restlessness out of her system, at least. The streets were already dark as she left the apartment, and she was walking leisurely, her clothes successfully concealing her weapons but not really making her look suspicious. She looked like any other person walking down the streets in the evening(well, maybe that part was a slight bit suspicious). She arrived at the place, a worn-out warehouse, seemingly way before the Tiger. The excitement made the dragon tattoo adorning her back feel like it was burning, and she felt completely ready for this experience. She was called the Eastern Dragon, and the woman who she was meeting with was called the Western Tiger. They were in her territory, the East, and this woman had no right to impose on the places where she worked. It was awfully bold of her to call out to Evan like this. Not like they knew each other's names. Not many knew of her name in the first place. That part was the dangerous one, letting people know your name. She would not admit at any kind of torture that she was actually excited for this. She hadn't had a good fight in ages. On top of that, this woman was her rival, making things even more exciting. When the time was about up, she got out of her hiding place, standing in the actual middle of the place, where an old, blinking lamp provided the only light in the darkness. Her gaze was frozen and calm, looking around here and there with a focused determination for when the Tiger arrived. When people talked about them, they were also applied with other names. One of their counter-names was "The Fire Queen" and "The Ice Queen". Apparently, it seemed that the Tiger had a temper, whereas Evan was always calm, as if she didn't give a shit about anything in the world. In the end, maybe she really didn't care. She put her hands on her hips as she stared at the door. It opened. "Oh, if it isn't the mighty Tiger." She said, voice piercing as ice, making the room seem colder than it actually was. "What gives you the idea of calling me out here, well knowing that you're in my territory? Could it be that you're actually picking a fight with me? Are you that excited of getting to fight me again?" At this, a cold smile adorned her lips, her gaze focused coldly on the other female. She was short, as usual. She hadn't grown since last, apparently. Evan stood tall at just over 180 centimeters, her frame lean and slim. Not many would think that she was an absolute veteran in combat. They had met a few years ago. The first thing that had caught both of their eyes was how they seemed to look alike. They weren't that alike, but the similarity was striking, noticeable. They had stared each other down time and time again before they'd snapped, one night meeting up in an abandoned house just like this to fight each other. Both of them had gotten away without serious injuries, because they had approximately the same skills. But Valshe had gotten stronger, knowing how to use her height to her advantage. Even if she was shorter and jumped around like she did, Evan knew that if she just caught the girl's leg and got her down, she wouldn't be able to fight. She stepped closer, her gaze never leaving the other female. "I honestly thought that you weren't here. You know, since I almost got you last time. I hope you're ready for that again." She steadied her feet, giving her an unmoving posture. "Now say why you have brought me here."