Ash sighed when she heard the speakers. "Lets just hope nobody dies," She said as she ate a bit more of the food. She glanced around the room.

((Fail. XD)) 

Angie gnawed on her bone. She looked up to the clock. The digital clock read 11:00 AM. They had anhour of peace and serenity before the Half Group fight. Greaaattt.

Storm slurped the rest of his water. Then he ate some of the sloppy wet food. Then the dry pellets. Then he chewed on the bone. "So hungry... And thirsty..." he moaned. He had no more food and water, but the bones to chew on.

A man came in. It was the same man that told them about the lights and everything. "Hello, y'all doggies." he said. 

Angie and Storm greeted him with happy barks.

He refilled all of the food and water bowls. "Next time, y'all should finish yer food. In an hour's the Mash. Y'all better be prepared." he said.

((Zomg, I didn't even see the new characters. o3o But everyone needs a bio. So... Yeah. And sure, Sean can have a crush on Storm if she wants to.))

Angie dipped her head respectfully to the new dog. "Hey." she barked. Angie sipped her water. Her soft belly fur had wind whistling through it as she lied down on her back, legs bent. Angie was stretching. She gave a yawn.

Storm greeted the new dog with a yap and a tail thump. "Welcome." he said as happily as he could. This new dog wouldn't like it here. 

((I've been planning this char since the roleplay started...))

Name: Singe
Nickname: Flames That "Singe"
Gender: Male
Age (Just the stage): Mid-adult
Species: German Shepherd-Wolf
Crush/Mate: Singe-Really? -___-;;
Family: Singe-She looks familiar... Me-What are you talking about? o3o;;
Looks: He's like a husky, but with the physique and size of a wolf. Blue eyes.
Experience (in dog fighting): Since he was little
Other: Not really

((Ok, I'll make a bio in a moment.))

Sena didn't bother welcoming the new dog. She didn't need to suger-coat what woudl take place in just an hour, unlike most everyone else. She groaned, but thirstily lapped up the water in the bowl. She then went back to guarding her bone.

The odd looking mutt's whole body shook, but less so when everyone greeted him. "W-Where A-Am I??" He whimpered, his long tail between his skinny legs. "W-Why does Everything smell.... L-Like D-Death and B-Blood?" He Whimpered and sat down, his ears flat.

Name: Scrapper
Nickname: Scrappy, Scrap, Useless Mutt (By his brother whom I might bring in later)
Gender: Male
Age (Just the stage): Pup. :c
Species: He's a mix mutt. Mostly rottwiler, though his tai lwas never cut off.
Crush/Mate: He's a Fricken pup!
Family: All dead except his mother and brother, who barely escaped.
Looks: He has a little white on his nose and stomach, rest is a brown and black brindle. His eyes are black.
Experience (in dog fighting): He just arrived, never fought in his life, Unless you call play-fighting with his sister, who died.
Other: A hunter shot his sister. He woudl have escaped along with his family unless his brother hadn't tripped him.

((Whoa, calm down little guy! The room has been cleaned! There's only the faintest smell of that... But it smells more like shampoo, bones, and the moths that live here.))

Angie greeted the newcomers halfheartedly. Pity flashed in her eyes. Quickly, she turned away. Before anyone could see that she was filled with sadness.

Storm waved his tail. So sad to see so many newcomers. It was... Terrible. Unfair. But they would get out. All of them.

Singe licked his claw. "So," he barked. "You guys are my roommates." His ragged black fur shone in the light. His thick tail was risen, as if he was the leader. He had a larger cage, being the size of a wolf. "When's the fighting?" he asked.

Angie replied, "In 'bout half an hour." She studied him carefully... He was definately fighting for a while.

Angie sighed. "Why do they treat us like this?" she moaned, face turned to the wall.

Storm began to eat. Silently.

((Where are the others? Is it just us two? O3O))

((Shadow, they have those light tubes now.))

The speaker... Spoke. "Employees, please prepare for the Monday Mash, half group fight."