The arenas. She was starting to feel like this was one of 'her' places. Her zones. She had a corner she curled up in between fights, one that some of the other fighters even kept clear for her. She was earning a spot. All on her own. She'd gotten to the point where she was even remembering names, not that she actually used them. Gill and Ednira were still Spike-face and Skunktard. But they seemed to not take offense at those names anymore, nodding their heads and making way for her as she settled in to shed her jacket and wrap her hands up.

She wasn't as pissed off as she'd been after being taken anymore. She'd worked off a lot of that rage, but it was still there. It was always there, simmering just under the surface, coloring her thoughts and making her have to concentrate more on how hard she couldn't hit someone.

During her chat with the lady with the white hair she'd been trapped with, she'd mentioned she fought down at the arenas. Some casual mention of stopping by to see what these 'arenas' were like, and Jess didn't think much else of it. From what she'd seen of the woman, she was too hoity toity to get down and dirty with the fighters or the betters. There were rules in the Arenas. A sort of law in itself. And for the most part, they all followed it.

So on a day like any other, when Jessica felt like earning a bit of cash to drink herself stupid because of reasons, she made her way to the arena to do just that. She'd lined herself up for a few fights, not wanting to get too into it, but knowing she needed to work off some steam as well. Big guys. Not to the death. Powered. Just her style...