Adrian nearly bit his cigarette in half as he saw Sumnor look over to him. He remained as composed as he could as that guy who he'd just seen kill someone with his bare hands talk to him, doing a pretty good job of not visibly freaking out. He couldn't get a normal read of this guy. One moment he was cold and delibrate in the ring, and now he was casually chatting with him and offering to give him pointers.

There was no reason to reject the offer, hearing tips on technique from a seasoned fighter was pretty much the best thing that a rookie could be doing. He was actually quite surprised that Sumnor had ever noticed him, even if it was only because he was the "new guy". Either way it didn't matter. He spit out his cigarette, ground it out beneath his heel, and hurried off to trail through the crowd after Sumnor. He caught up to him next to a tree, and approached.

"I'm Adrian, by the way," he offered, seeming less cautious and a little bit more relaxed. It wasn't as if Sumnor was going to decide to beat his face in for no reason or anything. His offer to talk to him for a little bit was actually pretty nice, he hadn't had to do anything like that.

Sumnor continued to drag on the cigarette, looking over to the boy who had declared himself as Adrian, "You might want to use a pretend name in the fighting ring, if you have anyone to love that is, otherwise it's just you and it's not worth using a fake name." He scratched the back of his head, "I was already an orphan with no ties at all when Raz found me, so I've used my real name since I got into this place... Now all I want to do is get out."

He flicked the stub of his cigarette through the air, aiming quickly before hand and getting a p*censored*ing man in the back of his head, causing him to turn around and look at Sumnor, who merely stared at him blankly, causing the man to turn and walk away, not wanting to get into it with the albino fighter. "Get a look that doesn't show that you're filling your pants.... Otherwise your opponent'll eat you alive, sometimes literally..."

Sumnor rubbed his forearm, one of his scars being a set of teeth marks where one fighter literally bit into him, "That's my pearls of wisdom, any questions swimming around in that noggin of yours?" He prodded Adrian in the side of the head, a slight smirk on his face.

Sumnor looked at the boy, pulling over and fastening his leather jacket, "I want to get out, but I need to say in until I manage to find out who killed my parents, each death fight I've had has brought me closer, including that one, I organise the death fights, and when each is close to death they utter part of the conspiracy to me..."

He cracked his knuckles, before replacing his fingerless steel-knuckle capped leather gloves with a full pair of warm leather gloves, "I've had one chance ot escape before, although I'm glad I didn't take it, the one who did got hunted down and shot like a dog at close range."  Sumnor smirked, "I may be a sadistic masochist sociopath, but I still want to survive."

Sumnor lit up once again, the cold making him just want to smoke, "And besides, if I'd escaped I wouldn't be here to help you get out."

Lanen shivered slightly inside her green jacket, walking with her hands shoved in the pockets. Usually she had an extremely high tolerance for cold, but coming from a stuffy building...she had to get used to it a while. Her fingers clasped around the metal ob
ject in the right pocket; a pocket knife she'd found in a car one day. Not effective  for, say, slicing and stabbing, but perfect for opening the package of gummies in the other pocket, resting next to a pair of spare socks.

"Never hurts to have an extra pair," she said cheerily, skipping one step. A flash of light near a tree drew her attention and she stopped, looking over. Those guys again...was she stalking them?