smash or pass { oli & layton }

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Ugh, today was such a bore.

District Two had really gone downhill since Victor Strauss got himself elected mayor. The dude was smoking hot- for an old man. He defs had strong DILF vibes and I was all about that. But when my favourite training center was converted into a trash site I was PISSED! Not to mention Mother and Father had poured a shit tone of money into that place. Not that that phased me, that was kinda satisfying, to see something that they had invested a shit tone of money into burn to the ground. An added benefit to it all was that Mother was furious and that- ugh that was just the cherry on top of the shit show.

However, that meant that my training had resorted to one of those lame ass public training facilities. The parents had wanted me to do private sessions, but there was no way in this fresh hell that I was going to let that happen! Mother would have a field day keeping me at home, controlling me, and ensuring that Olivia Harper, her devil child, was not ruining her precious reputation. I had already done a stellar job at that she likes to remind me. The whole thing about losing my leg and then joining a reality TV 'orgy' event, is what she called it, really did hit the Harper name hard, though I might argue in favour, she would blatantly disagree. Yeah, she was NOT pleased with that.

Anyways that's how I found myself face to face with a girl I knew I would be able to wipe the floor with. "Hey gorgeous," I approach with a wide smile, taking a seat on the bench beside her. The girl was insanely cute, all dark hair and bright eyes. From the corner of my eye, I watched a couple of guys rolling on a mat, all muscle, and no brains. One of them smashed their elbow into the other's jaw. I heard the crack. Ouch. "What do you say to a little roll on the mat? Show the boys how it's done?"

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Layton spent the free form training hour as she most often did: sitting pretty in the bleachers, applying a new gloss of fuchsia nail polish. Her best friend, Fawn, always took this time to talk her ear off, but she never complained. Instead, she became a mirror of feigned wow's and uh huh's, nodding along to the story of how that buck-faced guy from self defense fell into a dumpster at his new job. Gossip just didn't hit like it used to, she remembers freshman year how her and Fawn would be mouth-to-ear every chance they could, spreading half truths between them. 

It just gets, I don't know, repetitive? 

There's always something negative to talk about, and sure, sometimes it warrants a giggle from her, but it was starting to drain her how every conversation had to be about who did what when. Can't they just talk about reality television and cute POLA cat pics? Still, she tries not to mind Fawn's loose lips, humming "mhm"'s like sweet nothings. That's what it was, really: nothing at all. A nonresponse with as much depth as the potholes outside their public academy. 

Layton doesn't look up as another girl approaches them both, the words "hey gorgeous" catching her attention as if she had called her straight by name. Looking up, she recognizes her instantly, and her entire posture changes within the presence of clout. "Oh, hi Olivia!" She says, cheery in her tone. It's never hard for her to flip the switch, her parents raised her to know how to act to always make a good impression. 

Oli Harper, a certified babe - do you know how hard it is to make it past the YLIP screening? Layton couldn't even make it past the first round, deflated her self esteem for a good month after. The pilot of that show had gone viral the second it dropped, and she wondered if getting in Olivia's good graces could get her positioned with a nice alternate casting spot. Now that would be amazing. 

"Right now?" She says, almost flustered at the prospect of wrestling with Olivia. "I don't know, I'd hate to hurt that pretty face!" 

Still, she makes her way down the bleachers, stepping over each ledge instead of taking the stairs. If a fight's what it takes to be apart of Harper's network, she'd start swinging in a heartbeat. Besides, it'd been a while since she chipped a nail anyways, she could afford a little damage here and there. She meets her at the mat, dropping her miniature sky blue backpack to the side with a hard thunk. "No playing dirty, okay?" She requests with pleading eyes, and fingers crossed behind her back. 

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"Oh, hi Olivia!"

It was thrilling to know that a total stranger knew who I was and I couldn't hide the grin that spread across my lips ear to ear. Since the drop of the Pilot episode of Young Love in Panem my presence has been noticed more and more around the district. At first I had thought more rumours about how that bitch from One had chopped off my leg like a butcher preparing for a BBQ. With the dirtiest resting bitch face I could summon I had glared at those around me, sending them scurrying off back in the direction they had come from like the fucking rats they were.

Though, my presumptions were wrong, and the rumours of the show followed by the episode airing had had my POLA account flooded with an influx of followers, comments so sweet that I could feel my head growing. Sure there were trolls who loooooved to remind people of my fuckery at the tournament... But my loyal followers would pounce on them in seconds, keyboard warriors executing the troll without me having to lift a finger.

The girl smiles at me, a little flustered at my request. It was fucking cute. "I don't know, I'd hate to hurt that pretty face!"

"Babe!" I say with a grin, pulling my hair back into a low pony. "Look who is talking!"

She moves down the bleachers and I am right beside her, giving my arms a quick shake as we enter the matt. I move to the far end of it, watching her movements as she tosses her bag to the side before taking her place. She looks at me with wide pleading eyes, "no playing dirty, okay?"

I roll my neck, cracking my knuckles as I grin at her. "Aww come on," my lips purse into a slight pout, my eyes slowly running over the length of her body before resting on her eyes. "Where's the fun in that?"

I only pause for one more moment before I lung. I move quickly, quickly ripping off my prosthetic leg I use it as a club, aiming for her chest. 

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[ broken ribs opps ]

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"I don't know, I'd hate to hurt that pretty face!"

"Babe! Look who is talking!"

Hehehe, "oh my god, don't make me blush! No playing dirty, okay?"

"Aww come on, where's the fun in that?"

Ck-crack!

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"My fucking RIBS!" Ow, ow, ow, oh my god did she break something?! Layton folds instantly, pain seering from her sternum up through her chest as she grasps at the mat beneath her. Holy shit that hurts - this is exactly why she said no playing dirty! And did she do that with her bloody leg of all things?! Layton was too focused on the twinkle in Olivia's eye that she didn't even catch when the fight had started. 

Hell, she thought they were gonna kiss for a second there! 

Her body quakes in the pain before she's able to find her way to her wobbly knees again. The pain hardly subsides, but she tries to keep it together regardless. She's entered the match now and the trainer's at the mat, ready to dock her score if she so much as gives up now. No, no way, she can't back out this fast! "How were you even that quick on one leg, holy hell, Liv!" She squares up in the most pitiful way, circling her one-legged opponent on the mat until she feels confident to attempt a lunge. 

Well, here goes nothing. 

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[ 5181 -- Bruised Back -- 2.5 damage ]

"Yeah, take that!" Really taught her a thing or two, way to go Layton. Her confidence waivers as she tries to take space again, keeping an eye on that leg. It's a nice leg, all things considering, but it just broke her damn ribs, she was staying far, far away from it until the match was over with. All of this just to impress a girl she hardly knew, ugh, as long as she stays away from the face.

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