Roxy awoke in her darkened apartment after a short nap. Yawning, she sat up groggily and gathered up her courage to leave the warm nest her blankets provided. Eventually she swung her bare legs over the side of the queen sized bed, feet reaching the thin carpet. She ambled over to the window and opened the blinds to reveal the low evening sun shining down lazily on the city. As night began to slowly fall, the civilians would lock their doors and hide for the night while criminal activity ran rampant. Turning away from the window, Roxy approached her bed and made it tidy, fixing the covers. Her room was rather simple. It had grey walls and was square shaped. In the corner closest to the door was her bass guitar and amp, while in the other corner by the window there was a desk with a computer perched on top of it. Her closet was located parallel to the foot of her bed. Opening it up, she revealed her clothing. Roxy slowly began to rouse again as she donned her usual outfit of a dark tanktop, vest, loose jeans, spiked belt, gloves, and combat boots. She was careful to shove one of her many knives into one of the boots for emergencies. Then Roxy exited her room and entered the living room, which consisted of a couch placed before a simple TV with a coffee table placed in between. Near the TV was a window that allowed another view of the city. A few feet behind this area was a table and chairs with a small kitchen beside it. A bathroom was located a few feet next to her room and Roxy made her way in there, fixing her mess of dirty blonde hair and attending to her light makeup. Then she slid a knife into each pocket and left her apartment. In the garage below the apartment building, she entered her car, which was an old red Camero. It had been a present from Roxy's father, courtesy of a wealthy man that her father's gang had done in. Roxy drove herself to a random seeming alleyway, making sure that she wasn't being followed. Then she parked the car alongside the road and exited swiftly, striding down the darkened alleyway. She reached a door at the end, concealed from street view by a dumpster. Reaching the door, she knocked the proper amount of times and the door opened. Unfazed, Roxy found herself under gunpoint for a moment before she was identified. The door was shut behind her and locked before she continued to walk. The area around was dimly lit with smooth concrete walls. Continuing down a set of stairs and passing more armed guards, who were all female, she finally reached a door at the bottom. Someone must have announced her presence via walkie talkie or phone since the door opened to admit her without password. This opened to a rather spacious room. It had a circular shape to it, the cement walls covered in grey wall paper for a more refined look. Painted in black on the wall, by Roxy herself, was a black eastern dragon similar to the one around her arm. The front area was more like a lounge, couches situated in a circle with a few short tables in between. A few loyal members resided there, chatting with one another. They stopped and offered a short head bow to Roxy as she passed. The next area was up against the walls with tables and computers. The people seated there were doing research on different places to rob or people to kill. In between these walls was a large, wooden table for meeting purposes, though one in a backroom would admit more secretive conversations. A wall separated the main area from a back one. This area was guarded well and contained a portion of their guns, knives, drugs, and ammo. The rest was in different locations so that no one could steal it all in one swoop. There were other rooms that branched off the main one, but these would be explained later. The Oynx Dragon hideout was placed in an underground area that was meant to be for plumbing, but that had never worked out and was instead placed towards the side alleyway, leaving a rather large empty space underground. Above was a shoe shop, run by a close ally to the gang. He made sure not to speak a word of the gang that dwelled beneath him. Everything was organized, as it should be. Roxy took a seat at one of the tables that was located towards the back of the lounge area. She was soon approached by a woman who wore a blazer and slacks and had short, black hair. "Miss Lupus, I have news that may concern you."she spoke up. "Out with it then."Roxy said as somone set an iced coffee before her, receiving a silent thank you. "Amanda deserted us. She is rumored to have joined the Kitty Kickers."the woman said. Roxy nearly spit out her coffee. She swallowed carefully and said, "You've got to be fucking kidding me. She went to the Kitty Kickers? Out of all of the gangs to flee too, she chose our rivals." Sighing, Roxy added, "No matter, it's not like they didn't already know where our hide out is since god damned Muse has the knowledge of course. Let's hope Amanda tries not to loose her tongue too much. Even in the safety of another gang, Amanda knows I can have her tongue cut out in due time. If she hasn't lost her wits she'll run back with her tail between her legs."