[attr="class","disc"]the say the wild ones are the most lethal. causing mayhem, destroying things in their path. but do they know the ones who sit quietly and patiently? the ones who think they would never turn to that side.

even so, the wild ones always start with those who dare for the unimaginable. they are the wild things -- pioneers who make their own rules following no one. they will always find a way -- and to this, is where joce was. a bar littered with men and some women; they're the wild ones or something them are at least.

she knew very well this was right in leviathan territory, but she didn't care. she was recently dumped by her girlfriend and decided to make way to the bar. it was comforting to know that these people who she knows nothing of were all loud and rowdy, trying to invite her into the fun.

some wild thing she is, downing another pint of the disgusting beer they served, she felt a hand brush around her waist. turning her head up, she scowled. "pretty looks does not earn you anything buddy."