If There's Anyway You Can Help (Jack Lex)

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"What happened to you!?!" Anger and concern filled their oldest sister Bluebell's voice. If it hadn't been a regular event for Gala to get into a fight certainly worry would take over her voice like the first few times Gala came home with a few bruises occupying her face.

"I-" They didn't even need to question which one of them got into trouble, whenever one could tell them apart it was because Gala did something bad. Though sometimes it did result in Gwen also getting messy in some way.

"Did you get into another fight?" Bluebell didn't even give her a chance to answer, her hands placed up on her hips. All she needed now was to wag around that scrawny finger of hers. "Where have you been all day?" She followed up with another question, making the two before hand rhetorical questions she already knew the answer to. Her eyes bounced from both of the twins, knowing that Gwen knew all the answers as well.

"We were at training." Automatically Gala shot Gwen a nasty look for giving up the truth so easily; honestly she was hoping to not bring it up at all. Even if she didn't come home with a few bruises and a cut they would jump down their throats knowing they went to the Career gym.

"Training for what?" Bluebell's eyes narrowed, knowing the answer wasn't training for the circus, and there wasn't much other things to train for in District Two. The majority of the other sisters were also in the conversation, just letting the oldest do all of the speaking. How their parents only produced girls was annoying, and Gala & even Gwen were wishing to have a brother like Matthew.

"For the games." Gala admitted in a hushed voice, both pairs of the girls' eyes going down at the same time. "You girls what?" And the lecture began; how they shouldn't be thinking of the games. How there's so many other girls in this District it's unlikely they'll be chosen. How they needed to concentrate on the circus. And especially that Gala needed to stay away from violence and trouble. "Now go train for what you're suppose to be training for!" After an hour Bluebell's lecture finally ended, both the girls sighing in relief and running off to the large tent before she remembered anything else to add.

Every week the girls attempted to add in a few new tricks, they did have a lot of regulars. After each performance was choreographed one of their older sisters had to test them to make sure they'd be safe 50 feet higher in the air. It was awfully tough, having to hold each position for five times longer then they'd actually have to hold it, they found it pointless. But their sisters found it life saving. "Hold it." Bluebell instructed wanting to give special attention to the twins were being on such good behavior.

They edited the trick that they showed their Trainer; but this time they both stood on top of the narrow bar, both jumped off, Gala grabs the bar and Gwen grabs Gala's ankles. It was certainly one of the scariest ones they've practiced so far, having to get the coordinations down just right or Gwen could fall to the hard cold floor. And if Gala didn't have the strength to hold them both up, they'd both go tumbling to the floor. Next Gala had to hold her pull-up with her sister clinging to her angles. She could feel her arms shaking probably from the previous fight from only a few hours ago. Then use all of her abs to bring her legs and sister up to a point Gwen could grab back onto the bar. Except that she had been punched in the stomach during the fight and after two seconds they both fell the ten feet.

"That would of done lots of damage from 50 feet." Bluebell had bent down next to them, but not to offer any comfort. "Now do you understand why you should only be doing this?" She asked, her voice turning sweet which only made the entire thing so confusing. "Back to practice, see you in a few hours. Big show tomorrow." She instructed leaving the room. Of course the girls went back to practicing.

Their oldest sister Bluebell the ringmaster began the saturday night show, which is always bigger then friday nights for some reason. Even after performing for probably hundreds of times, nervous always filled everyone. At least the twins wanted to think their sisters also got the butterflies. The youngest warmed up the crowd with her contortionist act, then the ringmaster, then the clown and juggler, then the ringmaster, then the tightrope walker, then the ringmaster. Finally Bluebell announced "Flipping through the air, we have our trapeze twins!" If only they could start of by swinging in, but they had yet to convince their sisters for that.

Each ran to the center from opposite sides of the large tent, doing a few flips and cartwheels in the process, all the way to where their bar to take them up high awaited. They each stood on a side, finding their balance within seconds just before being lifted into the air. The simple traditional tricks were presented, swinging one another through the air, doing flips and being caught by the other one. All the gasps brought so much encouragement. Lastly they performed the trick they had practiced all day and only landed perfectly once was their ending. Both girls jumped backwards, Gala grabbing the bar and her twin grabbing her ankles, all within seconds. She brought them both up, getting her chin past bar and shortly her entire arm above it.

Even with Gala's stomach being shaky still from the fight she had pushed it enough to bring up her legs and her sister. High enough for her sister to make a giant leap from her ankles and onto the bar. A huge sigh came from both of them at that accomplishment. Both swinging themselves up to sit on the bar and catch their breath as they lowered back down, and run to the back of the stage. They exchanged a smile, as if tonight was the determination that they could do career training and trapeze training. Now to just throw on their skirts and sit through saying hi to everyone that enjoyed the show.

((OOC: Sorry it's so long xD ))

[Jack Lexington]

At first I'm a little bored by the show, which might be nice for kids but not my cup of tea. The later the evening the more interesting the acts got. While I bought some popcorn from a young boy passing through the isles the twins came cartwheeling into the center. Instantly they have my attention and I start wondering how the cart wheels could be useful...maybe as distraction.
With interest I watch their show and I''d be lying if I said that I didn't get nervous at all. Especially after the last move I had to consciously take a deep breath. Now my mind starts boggling how we could incorporate their strength, their balance and coordination. It was perfect.

As soon as the show is over people start leaving. So do I. At the exit most artist stand to greet the guest but I really don't want to be spotted around here. Not even by Gala and Gwen. I don't want them to know that they had my interest so I keep my head down and walk on out hoping not to get spotted.

On Sunday I'm having a bit of a hard day. I stayed in bed too long and then was lazy until it was time for training. I still haven't figured out what to do with their abilities, which bothers me. On top of that I'm still undecided whether I like training them or not. If I could choose I'd still go for any of the boys.

Yet I sit in front of the gym waiting for them to arrive. Today I'm wearing a different set of training pants and a t-shirt. My split lip has crusted over but is still a little fat and I bet so is Gwens or was it Galas face...Right now I have trouble telling them apart.
Right on time they show up so I give them a nod. "Didn't know whether you'd show." That's bullshit, of course.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"He didn't show up." Gwen stated with disappointment as the last remaining stragglers exit the circus tend. Certainly it was crowded, extremely so that spotting an individual was nearly impossible. But he would of stopped to say hello to them if he did decide to go, wouldn't he? There was a large sign that reads "Meet the Performers for Free!" right where people exit from.

"What a big shock." Gala responded, having absolutely no expectations for Matthew to show up. "He did ignore your comment about seeing us perform." She brought up, but Gwen simply rolled her eyes.

The very next day was training, and as long as he showed up for that Gala would be pleased. If he didn't want to get personal with his trainees that was his problem in her eyes, she just wanted him as a trainer. Sure having a dude around would be a nice change from the seven sisters, but oh well. They walked over to the gym, Matthew didn't seem like the type to not follow his word.

"Could say the same to you." Gala reversed Matthew's comment that he wasn't sure if the twins were going to show up. After all they had no reason to not show up, besides the fact their sisters were very upset over the news they were now training. But they didn't need to know that they went against their orders and went anyways. There was no many sisters to keep track of, they wouldn't possibly catch on unless they came home with a bruised eye and a cut on their forehead each time.

"You didn't go to the circus." Gwen brought up her disappointment, and immediately Gala shot her a look.

[Jack Lexington]

"Says who?" I ask in return instead of giving away that I actually went. Then I actually let a small smile appear on my lips. I'm not unhappy that they showed up because I've seen their potential now.

Getting up from my spot on a crate I motion for the one with the intact face. "Did you bring my pants? I might need them if you decide to blow holes in these." Maybe a joke will lighten my shitty mood. Why I'm joking around even though I have to train two chicks on a Sunday morning I'm not sure.

"Get dressed. I'll meet you inside." I motion for the gym behind me.

While the two walk over to the changing room I go inside and start warming up. I'm not one to just stand around and dish out commandos, I'm going to use the time to stay in shape myself.
My eyes go up to a few rings that are dangling from the ceiling. How could their swinging and flipping be useful in the arena?

Before they come back I try to imitate what Gala did when she was holding up her sister but find it fairly hard even without somebody else holding on to me. Outside I can hear their voices so I jump down onto the ground and turn to see them.

"Ready? Let's start with a few laps around the gym, stretch and then we'll start building up your strength. You'll also have to be able to handle at least two weapons, say a throwing knife and a bow, you need to learn about patching up wounds, finding edible plants and purifying water. We can do that a little later though. And we need something that you're really good at, something that will enable you to actually win."
I wink at Gwen. "Any idea what that could be?"
There's an idea forming in the back of my head and it incorporates being 50 feet off the ground. I won't be able to help them up there because I have no idea about such things and to my shame am afraid of heights.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

A large smile appeared on both of the girls faces when Matthew claims "who says" in response to Gwen saying he didn't check out their family's circus. He did go, that was evident. From the little bit of time they've all gotten to know one another the twins knew that he would of responded with something sarcastic, or not at all if he didn't show up. His comeback to whether or not he went clearly stated that he did go. That meant that girls were growing on him, which wasn't hard to believe with their innocent attributes, yet strong ambitions that could grow on anyone that toke the time. They didn't need to say anything, their grins said it all that they knew he did go.

When matthew asks Gwen if she brought his pants she pulled them out of the bag the twins always shared, patched up and looking as good as ever. "I'm Gwen by the way." She informed handing over the pants; she just assumed that he already mixed them up, especially since he used the pronoun you instead of bringing up either of their names. "Today you can remember Gala as the one with two bruises and a cut on her face." Gwen teases her sister. As ordered they then go to the girls changing room to switch into their training gear.

"And I was really starting to think someone could actually tell us a part." Gala jokes as they walk from the changing room over to the gym.

"Our sisters can't even the majority of the time, you really think Matthew can?" Gwen follows up with, her vocabulary being a bit more evolved then her twin, or any of her sisters for that matter.

The instructions beginning as soon as they enter the gym; starting with a few laps and stretching. That was easy for them as always. Then the pinpoints on everything that Matthew was expecting to teach them over how every long he was their trainer, hopefully at least because it was an awfully long list. "Didn't think you knew all that." Gala teased a little, only because Matthew seemed like the type to know how to fight, not patch up a wound or tell the differences from plants.

A question is directed to Gwen, though now neither of them are sure if Matthew can tell them apart. "Throwing knifes to kill?" She asked raising up her eyebrows in curiosity. That was after all their first test to determine if they were good enough for Matthew to train. Especially with the lack of conformation on whether of not he attended a circus performance, he couldn't possibly be considering their trapeze abilities. They slowly went into the run around the gym, figuring they could discuss with their Trainer while beginning their warm-ups. Both were awfully curious about what would enable one of them to win if ever reaped into the games.

[Jack Lexington]

Just when I was starting to be in a better mood because of my raised heart beat one of the girls doesn't take me serious by stating. "Didn't think you knew all that."
My first impuls is to yell at her to have more respect but then I decide to let that one slip. "The sarcastic remarks are my job around here."

We begin jogging around the gym at an easy pace when she asks about throwing a knife to kill, which actually makes me laugh a little. "No, just to blow holes in guys pants, that might come in handy one day." I shake my head. There's the sarcasm I've been talking about. "Of course to kill or how are you going to walk out of the arena alive. You don't have to think of it that way right now though. It's just a dummy here."

I pikc up the pace when the next question is thrown at me but because I don't know the answer I simply tell them to run. "Shut up and start running."

We do a few laps, then stretch.
After that I take them over to the dummy I've been talking about, where a few knifes are waiting in a basket.
"Okay, take them like this." I show them how to hold the knife.
When you throw, make sure to bring your arm back and then, when you let it fly stop you elbow at your ear....make sure to aim a little higher than necessary...go ahead and try."
I take about ten steps back and then throw my knife at the dummy. It doesn't hit where it's supposed to but get's stuck in the leg.
"Otherwise it's be too low."
Then I make room for the two. "Just try a few times slowly and then add more strength."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

The art of sarcasm was one of the girls favorites; it started with only Gala picking it up from some older sisters or kids at school. Sarcasm stuck to her so much that even her sister Gwen began to pick it up. For a while a sarcastic comment was a good way to tell them apart, now they only use it to confuse people even more. "We'll try." Both of the girls in-syncly said, following with a little bit of laughter; it was always hilarious when they said the same thing and the same time, and it was hard for them to keep away from sarcasm. It had became a way of speaking, which would need some serious work if they were going to try to avoid it.

As they jog around the gym Gwen's answer of throwing knifes to kill was once again sarcasm. She placed her hands over her mouth and giggled for a second, but brought herself together. Last training it was evident they can't be little girls here, but Matthew did allow a little bit of playing luckily. At least in response he brings another joke about blowing holes in boy's pants may be useful one day; the twins didn't really get it but they laughed anyways. They were going to all have to come up with strategies, a way that'd make them win if ever in the games, but for right now it'd only be practice. After all the twins were going to force Matthew to train them as long as they could with their innocence and cuteness, with the addition of being able to throw a knife or a punch.

Both of the identical faces had their eyebrows raise up with curiosity. Matthew had told them to shut up and start running, and it sounded to have a bit of anger behind it. They exchanged a look, but neither one of them remembered saying anything else. Hopefully he didn't know how to read minds like the girls could do with each other; maybe it's a blond hair and blue eyes power instead of only a twin power. Either way just in case they turned their minds off and began running around the gym with as much power as they could give.

After a few laps and stretching it's on to the real training, and today they'd finally receive what they had been waiting for since they signed up; how to throw and use a weapon. Smiles spread to both of their faces while watching Matthew grip the knife properly, and explain how to aim and throw. His example at least supported his hint about aiming higher then your exact target, because his knife lands on a leg of a dummy. "I'd say taking out someone's leg is pretty good shot." Gwen commented with a reassured smile, she didn't usually speak so much as shown on the first day, but for some reason she felt as comfortable in training as she did being alone with her sister...that was really the only time she wasn't afraid to speak up. Which is a it surprising on account Matthew could be a little intimidating at times.

When Matthew opens the floor for the girls to try still Gala of course steps up first...though Matthew might of mixed them up again. She gripped the knife as their Trainer had demonstrated, brought it up to her eye level, and pulled her arm back. Aim a little higher then needed and throw, while stopping your elbow around your ear. The knife went flying past the dummy's head, but didn't stick to any of it. "Well I died." Gala commented with disappointment in her eyes, after all that's how much time you get within the hunger games, you live or the person you're fighting does. Not both. Instead of trying again she stepped back for her sister to have a turn, before she murdered the dummy with a billion tries.

For Gwen's turn she repeated everything that Matthew and her sister had done, but she was a right where as her sister was a lefty. Bring your arm way back, and at eye-level, aim and throw. Gwen was a little more lucky because it stuck right into the dummy's stomach, and certainly that'd be a kill, or at the very least the wound would have the victim dead within a day. A smile played on her lips, but instead of bragging she stepped back for her sister to have another turn.

Once again Gala stepped back up, a knife in her hand, and determination. Same posture, but tried to clarify her aim. She threw for attempt two, but once again it only went flying above the dummy's shoulder. Furiously she grabbed another knife and all the anger from the two misses actually managed to stick the third knife into the right of the dummy's chest. For an instant kill Gala would need to actual hit the other side of the chest where a heart would be beating. But the truly impressive part to herself was how far the blade actually went, but her strength was always better then her aim.

"I know I would of still died if I was in the games, but I got him." Gala turned to Matthew, expecting him to be disappointed as she was.

[Jack Lexington]

With my arms crossed over my chest I stand and watch them both. My eyes are carefully taking in exactly what they are doing with their hands, posture, eye line. How powerful or not their throw.
I don't expect them to hit a their first throw but both manage to get at least one knife stuck in the dummy.
"A leg is okay. It won't kill anyone though. Ultimately you'll need to be able to hit the middle of the chest or their head to survive...because what happens when you throw a knife in someone's leg?"

I raise my brows studying their faces and then walk over to the dummy and pull it out while bot follow me. Instead of picking up the other knifes I grab Gala's wrist, spin her around until her own arm is wrapped around her own throat and then hold the knife to it.

After giving her a moment to stand in fear I explain. "It can be used against you."

Then I drop my arm and let go of the girl, whose head only reaches up to my shoulder.

"Pick up the knives and try again...and remember always to wait until you both are finished. I don't want you to use each other for target practise."
I say with a whicked grin before I return to my watching position.



For a while longer I watch them, occassionally give some pointers like "More power." or "Hold your wrist straight".
Then I tell them to stand back and throw a few myself. This time three out of four actually hit the chest of the dummy.
"Aim for the head."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

It wasn't very impressive hits, but then again the girls were only training. Getting hit in the leg seems like a very brutal shot, though they're instructor didn't seem to think so. "They'd be in a lot of pain?" Gala answered, though it sounded more like a question then a statement. "And wouldn't be able to walk." She added in.

"And they can die within hours if not treated correctly." Of course Gwen shines in with her knowledge. "They still have a chance to throw a knife back though." She didn't want it to sound like getting a leg was a win though.

Another example is given and Matthew grabs Gala's wrist and somehow manages to wrap her arm around her own neck in a chocking position. She certainly didn't see any of it coming. Fear was the first instinct, being trapped in a choke hold with a knife an inch away. But Matthew didn't seem like the killing type unless he was actually in the games, hopefully at least. Plus the girls of had to grown on him a bit. He states that a knife can also be used against you after a few moments, then releases Gala. That had certainly freaked her out a bit, even being the strong twin, and she unconsciously toke a few steps back.

It's time to go at it again, and with Matthew's instructions they each toke turns throwing knifes at the target. Occasionally they even managed to stick it, usually after one of their Trainer's tips are given which they quickly try to follow. Having to constantly learn new things for the circus they had picked up pretty good ability with catching on to things quickly. After a long while they're told to step back for more examples. They were certainly both just happy to not be apart of the example, taking every second to catch their breaths from extensive throwing.

After only four throws from Matthew it's once again the twins' turns again. Gala steps up first as always, but instead of the hits getting better as they were before, they were slowly worsening. A few knifes went completely over the dummy's head, a few just touching but still not sticking, and one landed in it's shoulder. But with the tired, weak arms Gala could hardly care though she could feel her Trainer's eyes on the back of her, probably pissed off at her lack of effort. Then it was Gwen's turn, who actually managed to stick right below the neck on her first try. The second shot however held nearly no power, and instead of going towards the dummy, it received no air and skinned against Gala's shoulder who was standing way to close to her sister. A cry shrieked out, along with a clang of the knife hitting the floor.

[Jack Lexington]

All their arguments why a hit in the leg is 'great' fall on deaf ears as I want to teach them to throw deadly hits. They do understand why a hit, that doesn't kill, can easily turn against them though. I can even feel Gala shake a little when I press the cold blade to her warm skin.

The girls obey and keep throwing one knife after the other. There are a few decent hits but the longer they train the sloppier or weaker they become. No wonder. After all their arms aren't used to the motion and become tired after a while.
"I bet you're arms will be sore tomorrow." I easily predict which seems to discourage gala even more as she gives me a defeated look. I don't like that kind of look at return a frown.

It seems to encourage Gwen who puts her whole power behind the next one and gets it to stick in the neck but her next one. Again I give Gala a 'look what she can do' look.

She's standing too close by so I tell her.
"Step..." but before I finish she's shrieking out loud.
Behind her the knife hits the ground.
"Damnit!" I dart forward convinced that one sister has just hit the other one.
Unfortunately I'm right as the pale motionless face of her sister tells me.

Rounding her I can already see her white shirt stained with crimson red.
Angrily I glare back at Gwen with yet another sacrastic remark. "Couldn't wait for the first aid lesson, could you."
Judging by the way the red is spreading it's not just a small nick.
Without askin permission I pull the top of her shirt to the side to get a look and then tell her sister.
"Go to the changing room and get it." To emphasize my point I yell in a loud voice making her jump. "Now!"

Once she's on the move I tell Gala to sit down. "Take your shirt off." Then I realize what I'm asking her so I shake my head. "Sorry...you're going to be fine. It's small."
It is but I still feel a little bad for her.

OOC: Your call how big/small it actually is. Matt's full of shite anyways.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Immediately guilt overcame Gwen with groans of pain consuming Gala. How could she of actually hit her sister, and in her shoulder, only an inch lower and she could of cause serious damage. Though the current damage couldn't really be estimated with all of the blood. Still who knew that training would bring such exhaustion and clumsiness for this horrible accident to happen. Matthew's expression seemed furious, like this was just another reason why training girls was stupid. "Couldn't wait for first aid lesson, could you?" Somehow he manages to pull sarcasm from all this though.

"No... I...." Gwen wasn't sure what to say, only so ashamed that she actually harmed her sister. "Didn't mean..." Who words came out scattered and fearful. "I..." Luckily she's cut off by one of Matthew's demands to go into the changing room and retrieve the first aid kit. "Shouldn't we take her to the hospital!" She finally found her voice, but when Matthew followed up with an urgent 'Now,' she quickly sprinted away.

The only thing that Gala could do was take the instructions to take a seat, and grit her teeth in attempt to not cry a bit. To her this was simply another test to prove how strong she was. But all Gala truly wanted to do was scream. Another order arrives and Gala's told to take off of her shirt, Matthew's harshness is more locked in her thoughts then the fact she was suppose to take off her shirt. Most girls loved to show off their bodies, as for the twins they were a bit self-concious though.

"Sorry...you're going to be fine. It's small." Matthew adds, probably wanting to at least try to be sensitive...it wasn't working, but it's the effort that counts, right? It was another reason why Gala had to seem tough. It's small, though it didn't feel that tiny. The pain felt as if the knife dug deep but stopped right before the bone, or maybe the knife wasn't strong enough to effect bone. All Gala did was nod her head and grit her teeth at Matthew's attempt at comforting words.

Within two minutes Gwen came running back with the first aid kit securely in her hands, worry surrounding her face. She placed the box a foot from her sit, and began to rub the side of Gala's back that wasn't hit. "I'm so sorry." She nearly cried, Gala only gave her pleading eyes as if Gwen could make the pain go away.

"My shirt." Gala managed to whisper, having yet to take it off as she was told to do. Lifting the arm of the shoulder that held the wound sounded unbearable. With knowledge of the basics all first aid kits held Gwen leaned over to get a pair of scissors to reveal her sister's boney back. Luckily they started wearing bras at their sisters' request, never understanding why it was necessary on account they were almost as flat as a boy. Still what female wouldn't wear a sports-bra while working out...or training for this instance.

Unable to look at her twin in pain Gwen's eyes darted back over to their Trainer for further instructions. The wound was covered in the blood so hard to examine, but it wasn't a simple slash like a large paper cut, and judging by Gala's winces of pain it was probably fairly deep as well. "Are you sure we shouldn't take her to the doctor?" Gwen asked, though she did bring over the first aid kit with intentions they'd fix her up, after all medical bills were expensive.

[Jack Lexington]

The blood's running down too fast for me to just sit and watch. For a lack of better options-I can't really take her shirt off- I pull my own over my head and tell her to "Sit tight". Then I bundle up the fabric and press it to the gash that hes sister caused.
"You're not going to bleed out but you're making a mess." I explain to calm her down.

Even from here I can see the expression on Gwen's face when she comes back with the kitt.
She feels aweful. No wonder. "If you had thrown any worse it would have gotten stuck in her skull." I add to her mystery.
"What were you thinking?" My expression says it all. I'm not impressed since they are now my responsibilty.
She asks whether we should take her sister to a hospital.
Once she's cut the shirt open and I can get a better look after wiping away the stream of red I grab a few rolls of bandages and some gauze and place it in her hands.
"It's deep enough to wash out all dirt that might have been on the blade."
Once I have some alcohol in my hand I tell Gala to "Hold your breath. This is going to sting."
Then I our some over it and quickly press some clean gauze on top of it.
By now my hands are soaked in her blood.
"Wrap it up tightly to stop the bleeding. Then we'll take her to get stiched up."
I'm actually impressed with how little howling and tears I see from the girls, yet I'm furious because of their recklessness.
Shaking my head I watch what she's doing and wipe my hands on my pants. "You gotta be kidding me."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

A weak smile is attempted on Gala's face when Matthew randomly springs up a joke about how she won't bleed to death, just that she's making a mess. And for a second it actually got her mind off the pain, only a second though. Especially because the next few words from their Trainer is a lecture for Gwen. It wasn't completely her fault, Gala was after all was standing too close. So both girls had their own reasons to feel guilty, except that Gala couldn't very well concentrate on her own guilt.

Some supplies are dropped into Gwen's hands, and certainly for a second her heart skipped a beat. Was this her punishment? Even the thought of cleaning out her sisters wound, which would probably bring extreme pain, felt horrible. She had certainly patched up a few wounds in her time, as the circus does result in a low of them, but never something like this, and so painful for her sister. Luckily though she was only the nurse that day while Matthew played the doctor.

The pain from the alcohol was the worst part of it all though, making Gala's flesh feel hot, cold, and stingy all at the same time. A couple of tears did fall for that one, but probably just because of how hard she was holding her eyes closed. Even the back of her heels slammed against her chair in hopes of a tiny distraction. The orders for Gwen to patch her sister up arrived next, and of course she jumped on it. That was one thing that she was pretty good at.

"You don't know how to stitch?" Gala surprisingly asked, now that the pain was very slowly subsiding, as if the alcohol was beginning to numb it. "If we go to the hospitals they'll inform our sisters...." Her words were a bit spread out, as she was constantly holding her breath in order to not scream because of the pain. "We already lied about coming today cause of last time....they'll kill us and lock us away if they find out about this." Gwen's eyes only went down in disappointment, and probably still shame because she got them into this mess. Still Gala's painful pleading eyes stared at her trainer, he had to understand.

[Jack Lexington]

Mz frown grows deeper when Gwen doesn't follow my orders again. Instead they start arguing with me about the hospital visit.
So I get up, my motions are now clearly fast and aggrovated. "Holy shit, girl. Keep that pressed down." I push the gauze back on her wound and glare at her sister.
"Will you just start following my orders? This ain't no childs game."
Then my gaze shifts back onto the victim of this whole ordeal, who's still got tears on her cheeks but is asking me to stitch her up.
"I already told you two, I can't sew." I refer to the hole in my pants.
"Sorry, sweets, but you'll have to suck it up....and maybe talk to your sisters whether she...they would like to see you survive a reaping or not."
With that I grab Gwen's hand and replace mind with hers before I walk off. "I gotta get a new shirt."
Hopefully they won't start anything now but actually listen to me.


Once I'm in the changing room, wash my hands and get a glimpse of my own reflection it hits me. Have I just caused two thriteen year olds to fight a few guys and then injure each other? I must say that there is a slight feeling of guilt in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I don't know what I'm doing myself.

That thought is easily shaken as I focus on my anger against them again and pull a shirt on to return to the gym.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"Sorry." Gwen response in a hushed voice when Matthew declares to listen and that this wasn't a child's game. She couldn't help the fact that she was very concerned over her sisters well-being, nearly more then Gala herself was with all the pain. Gala tried her best to endure the pain, they both did. The confidence from Matthew was also helping, Gwen just needed to learn how to trust better. But even when it came to their sisters the twins were very closed-off from the world.

Disappointment quickly covered Gala's face with the news of having to go to the Hospital. She hated hospitals, but the real reason was having her sisters find out about this. Would they be able to hide the bandage well, or would the sisters find out anyways?

Gwen on the other hand was happy over this news. If they went to the Doctors it was guaranteed that her sister would receive proper treatment. It was all a risk that she was willing to take. Now was one of the times they were hardly twins at all, with completely different desires of approaching this.

"I think you were going to teach us first aid!" Gala protests when Matthew declares he can't sew. Next he suggests to convince there sisters on the importance of being here. That only sounded like a hopeless case though. "Yeah, right." Sarcasm followed along with defeat. On the other hand Gwen was pleased at this information.

Once Matthew went into the changing room to find a shirt not covered in Gala's wound, she turned to her sister with their famous puppy-dog face. "Stitch me up." That was not a question but simply Gala demanding Gwen to do something. This often worked because of Gala's stronger attributes, plus Gwen kind of liked being bossed around. Not so much this time though.

"Hell no." Gwen answered.

"You put me in this mess!" Gala blamed. "If our sisters find out about this we're done for. No more training, no more Matt." She nearly begs.

After a minute of contemplation Gwen silently dug through the first aid kit, Gala had one that argument. "Lets just hope he doesn't get mad." Her voice almost sounded like Gwen was singing a tease. EIther way she began with patching her sister up the way she did Matthew's pants.Gwen was a great sewer, and even knew how to sew together a human from learning from her older sisters, she just never actually attempted it on an actual human. A few shrieks came from Gala who was attempting to bite her tongue, but for the most part she could deal.

Gwen's eyes constantly darted back and forth between her sewing experiment and the door, a strong feeling that she was doing something bad. Was she? She was simply protecting her sister. "Let's hope that the girls don't notice your bandage." She comments while spread a bit of ointment before continuing to sew. Don't be mad, don't be mad, don't be mad, was all that was going through her head.

((OOC: Btw! I had a dream last night that one of these lil' ones and Matthew were reaped together. Now that'd be some fun threads lol))