Identical (Marree)

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Gala & Gwen Thomas
Age Thirteen
District Two

"What happened to your hand Gala?" Gwen asks and immediately the rest of the sisters have interested in what happened. The oldest's eyebrows went up with curiosity as it to say what'd you do this time Gala? She looks down at her bandaged hand and shrugs.

"I fell outta a tree." Gala easily spits out a lie, and the answer eases her sister. For once they believe her, but the entire walk home she considered a good excuse. This was the best, she was a monkey after all.

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The sound of the first few audience members arriving early for the best seats making Gala jump out of her skin. "You okay?" Gwen asks, the only one concerned with her twin's scared expression. It was as if she just saw a ghost.

"Yup." Gala shrugs off, peaking behind a curtain hanging over the entrance to the dressing room. Her blue eyes scan the audience over and over again. Who was out there? Were they safe? "Good luck sis." She turns back to her sister that holds the same identical looks. The wounds from yesterday's fight, especially her hand, prevented her from performing. Hopefully not for long, but until she can at least support them both. She wasn't strong enough one handed.

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"Going to training?" Gwen questions as her sister slumps in her chair and plays with her food....again. Every meal only resulted in a few bites for the twin that held the big appetite.

"Nope." Gala informs, not looking up from the food that was making the bruise on her stomach pulse in pain. No arguing though, Gwen wasn't going to force her. She now had friends her age at the career gym. In Gwen's eyes having her and her twin separate a bit sounded healthy, and it was already happening naturally. With being trained by different people, they were slowly beginning to pull apart.

"Okay..." Gwen is a little concerned but still goes off to the career gym alone. As soon as Gala counts a minute slowly, she grabs her bag and follows. Now walking around toke three times as long for the fearful girl, needing to stay hidden unless in a very populated area. Weaving through trees and ducking at the slightest noise toke a lot of effort.

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What was happening with Matthew and Kyanite? Gala was too embarrassed to see either of them, but their conditions did worry her. Did the group of jerk careers decide to target one of them instead of the little girl? Gala had to know. She went through the trees with much effort as soreness still filled her. Gwen on the other hand peacefully walks across the field, with her lack of injuries being the only way to tell the identical twins apart.

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[atrb=background,http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y510/LaSaundra_Kiser/kytab_zps6362855b.jpg] Things had certainly changed for me since I met Gala. My worries about her have increased for some reason just because of what happened just the other day. The sleepless night I got last night was the result of my fears. As much as I tried to tell her what a good job she did standing up to those guys, she's seemed even more afraid though. There's the similiarity I see already and one that I didn't want her to have. As for today, I feel the best thing for me, against my brother's wishes, is to take it easy today. The bruise on my cheek shines bright today. The blue and purple hue that decorates my entire cheek is only half hidden by the use of make up to make it seem dull and my hair is let loose in front of my face to try to cover the evidence of the fight just yesterday. I sigh heavily the longer I walk. The only thing going through my head is the fight. The guys that taunted the girl. The punches I received. The kicks that Gala got to her ribs and everywhere else. Even MAtthew is on my mind today. Especially him, because without him at the last moment, I feel that mine and Gala's odds would have been dramatically less to have recieved more wounds and bruises. Still, I watch the ground and end up somewhere not far from the gym, but the moment I look up, I see the one person that was on my mind the entire time. "GALA!" I shout over to her, and keep a casual pace with my steps. I look at her and give her a friendly half smile because the swelling on my cheek has yet to disappear just yet. With her going in the direction I was coming from, I meet up with her easily. "Hey, you're looking well today? All healed, already?" I ask her noticing that she doesn't seem a bit phased by what happened.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Often being mixed up, and always concerned about one another, the Thomas twins always responded to each other's names. The only exception being when together, which used to be most of the time. So as Gala's name is shouted by an unknown older girl, Gwen of course turns around. She was stranger, though she didn't know her twin knew her as Kyanite. Just as always Gwen stiffens up to the sight of someone new. Sure she was the social one, but oddly enough the shy one as well.

The swollen, half-bruised cheek automatically raises suspicion. The twins were opposites in nearly everything, and while Gala wasn't the brightest, Gwen was very intelligent. Connection between the older girl and her sister's wound occurs immediately. At first the wounds don't seem to match up in time, but nosey Gwen looks closer to see a fade of makeup blending parts away. The smile clearly indicates that this girl and Gala know each other quite well.

"Hey, you're looking well today? All healed, already?" Kyanite asks, and Gwen rolls her eyes at how stupid her twin can be at times. She wouldn't mention an identical twin sister? So that maybe her lie wouldn't get out... A small grin follows as she figures out how to handle the situation.

"Yeah I heal quickly." Gwen informs though Gala was the better one at lying. She was decent though, especially at pretending to be her twin. They often acted as each other when they were younger; they got away with everything. She was a little rusty, but still knew her twin better then anyone. "But my head still hurts pretty bad..." She quickly remembered the soreness her sister was seeming to show. "Exactly what happened?"

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[atrb=background,http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y510/LaSaundra_Kiser/kytab_zps6362855b.jpg] I meet up with Gala quickly consider the opposite direction that we are both going and my first statement comes out in regards to her confident demeaner this day and no sign of her bandaged hand. I stare at here, eyeing every part of her body movements. I'm curious if she is just trying to hide the fact of the wound or if she really was alright. If I remember correctly, she took quite a few healthy kicks to her petite body. I never was met with the soles of their shoes, but getting punched twice in the same place on my face had to feel the same, right? Wish I could say that I was fully healed. Wish I could say the same about myself considering that I'm skipping training because of how sore I am. She may be quick to heal, but is she hiding the fear that I saw her express in the middle of the battle? What happened to that girl? Did she disappear the moment, she found the courage to punch the guy at the last of the battle? "Yeah I heal quickly." She tells me and I nod a bit to her and search her features. I still can't beleive that she doesn't even act like what she went through didn't effect her. Even when I saw her curled up into a tiny ball, this girl was different today. Maybe her strength lies in her ability to come back from a hit without letting it ling. I admire that about her. I need to have that kind of strength. I need to be able to face my troubles head on and get back up so easily and to act like they never happened. Her facial expressions seem so calm. It's almost like she's been undamaged. No amount of fear at all that I saw just the other day. It's almost like it never even happened to her. I furrow my brow just a little in order to figure it out, but shrug it off until she comments again claiming that her head hurts pretty bad and asks what happens. Maybe she is just trying to be strong. The poor thing. She really needs to have more training. She needs more time to prepare for the next time we meet up with those jerks. Gala, you're almost too sweet to have to deal with this. "Gala... honestly, you don't remember?" I say it with an accusing voice, my eyes searching her eyes because I'm trying to see if something was off in her vision. Without even thinking anything more into it, I let go of any questions that I wanted to make her answer and instead I give her a compassionate nod. "I'd imagine so. That guy must have knocked you harder then I thought. We can go see that nurse again, if you need to. I'll walk you there? Besides, I need to see about getting her to check my cheek again... the swellings not going away." I tell her and nod my head in the direction of the gym, the exact place I was going away from.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

There was something about this girl that made it easy for Gwen to put the pieces together; or maybe that was simply because she was smart, and knew her twin better then anyone else. This older girl seems very kind, and by the looks of her face she was tough as well. Of course Gala would want that kind of friend. But what happened while they were together? And why would she want to be young girl's friend? Especially one as trouble-making as Gala.

"Gala... honestly, you don't remember?" Kyanite questions; clearly they're not too good of friends if Gala never mentioned the fact she had an identical twin. At least being a twin was a rarity, so it appeared that the older career was not catching on at all.

"It's just really blurry." Gwen explains, doing her best to lie as well as her twin can. Acting like one another was one thing, but they never did behind the other one's back. That was against the rules...guess Gwen was finally breaking one, it was about time on account Gala was always the bad one.

"I'd imagine so. That guy must have knocked you harder then I thought. We can go see that nurse again, if you need to. I'll walk you there? Besides, I need to see about getting her to check my cheek again... the swellings not going away." Kyanite gives a bit of the details, and Gwen's jaw drops. She was expecting her sister to of done something bad again, but a guy knocked her? And by the sounds of it, in the head.

"A guy knocked..." Gwen stops herself as she was about to my twin. How would Gala keep that from her? Though as soon as she questioned herself, she knew the answer. It was the same reason why Gala made Gwen stitch up her shoulder at the gym; well besides her fear of hospitals, she didn't want their older sisters finding out. They'd get banned from being careers.

"Was it Matthew?" Gwen questions with a little anger arriving to her face; she wasn't the type to get mad like her sister. Feelings only effected her a little.

Finally Gala reaches the career gym, sticking to her line of trees for quick hiding and running abilities. Certainly her sister was probably already within the gym, training with Kayghna. Searching around her mirror image comes into view, talking to someone. Her trainer? But there's no blond hair upon the older one. Gala squints her eyes to figure out who it is. Kyanite. What was she saying to Gwen? Did she know that was Gwen?

GWEN! How badly Gala wanted to scream that, but going unnoticed was her knew goal. Her blue eyes scan the area, a few people walking around, safe. Quickly she begins sprinting over to them as fast as her soreness would allow her. Of course by the time she finally reaches them she has to take a moment to catch her breath; how she hated this feeling. Before she was able to run miles without stopping for a breath.

If it was different circumstances anger probably wouldn't be filling the young girl, but she knew unwanted information was getting out. She could feel it. "Gwen! What are you doing!" Gala scolds once she's able to.

"Me! You're the liar!" And the twin fight begins, and what a way for Kyanite to find out this information.

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[atrb=background,http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y510/LaSaundra_Kiser/bwback_zpsee32aa90.jpg] It's just really blurry. I hear her tell me and for reasons that I can't fathom and without reasoning, I begin to retell a bit of the tale for why she can't rememeber. My words come out so innocently to Gwen because I had no clue that she was a twin to the Gala I had met just the other day. Information like that, just hadn't been part of the converstion and I'm sure that Gala really didn't expect for this to happen. As it was, my responce strikes up a weird answer to it. She repeats the part where I said a guy knocked her pretty good. I shake my head slightly to her. "Yeah... are you sure you're okay, Gala?" I ask, concern filling my voice even more prevalent now because I'm starting to think she had gotten a concussion or something and I know that blows to the head, whether it was just a punch to the nose could do that sometimes. Then, just as soon as those words slipped past her lips, she strikes up a name. Not just any name, but Matthew's. A chill runs down the back of my neck for a moment as I shake my head feverishly at her. "No. Why would you think that?" I ask her noting the tone in her voice. Was she upset about something that I couldn't figure out. She seemed anything but calm yesterday and now she was acting and looking like nothing had happened. Then with the sudden mention of being knocked, she assumes it was the one person whom had stepped in to help her. "No. He's the one who helped us." I place a hand up to her shoulder, concern filling my eyes for the young girl. "C'mon. Let's get you to the training center." I say with some form of urgency in my voice. What ever is going on with her can't be good. However, before I can even get her to budge to go with me, something catches my eye. A figure running toward me and I happen to glance in that direction fully and see... double? Double? Am I the one with the concussion, now that I'm seeing two of the same girl? I have to blink several times thinking that the swelling in my cheek is pushing my eye to make me see two Gala's. I have to step back though when the name the second Gala shouts out isn't Gala, but Gwen. "What?" I mumble and watch as Gala number two scolds the other one and asks what's she'd doing. I stand there dumbfounded because I'm truely at a loss for words. Me! You're the liar! The other one declares. The two were beginning to fight and I fold up my arms in front of me and stare at the pair of them. Twins. Who knew? Although... I'm sure, that this new one is Gala that has came in and there on her hand is the bandage. I've been talking to the wrong one. Dear lord... I hope I havn't said anything I wasn't suppose to. No wonder she thought it was Matthew who did it. But why would she pretend to be Gala? "Ladies... Ladies..wait! PLease. You're giving me a headache. What's going on? Gwen? Why... are you pretending to be Gala?" I ask her, my voice somewhat harsh and with an attitude. "Why did you let me talk to you like you were Gala. I knew something was off."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"Yeah... are you sure you're okay, Gala?" Kyanite questions with great concern. Must of been a bad fight for her to predict Gala was hurt this badly. Was it possible to get out more information out of this career? Clearly she must of been there, especially judging by her own wound upon her face.

"Perfectly." Gwen answers with a smile. Crap, did Gala still smile as much as she used to? She fades her smile. Now to put the puzzle pieces together. Apparently Matthew wasn't on the bad end of it as Gwen predicted though.

"No. Why would you think that?" Kyanite questions with only a bit of disappointment effecting her voice. Clearly Matthew was not a jerk this time, but more importantly this female knew him. It was impossible to forgot his dislike for females. "No. He's the one who helped us." Helped us?

"Right." Gwen corrects herself, nodding her head in agreement. First he ditches them, pulls Gwen into a pool without knowing how to swim, chokes Gala, but now he helped us. How unpredictable that boy was, along with the rest of the male population. "It's all coming back slowly..." She reassures.

Caring hands are placed on the younger girl's shoulders, followed by the offer; "C'mon. Let's get you to the training center." From Kyanite. That didn't sound like a good idea. After all there was a few people that knew they were twins, like Matthew for instances. And if they went to get a check up on Gala's wounds, they're going to figure out that was unscratched. How lying always backfired, which was exactly why Gwen avoided in...and the one time she gives in, she's finding herself stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"No, I'm fine." Gwen resists, not taking the lead to follow Kyanite. At least Gala hates doctors and such. This excuse would be an easy one; but the secret comes running from the tree line.

"What?" Kyanite's soft confusion is slightly heard over Gala's tiny lecture. There goes Gwen finding out more information, and there goes Gala keeping the fight away from her sisters. But poor Kyanite. Twins were difficult enough but Gala & Gwen were something else.

"Really? Lying about lying, really Gwen! You're suppose to be the good twin!" Gala's furious by this point, because by the looks of Kyanite's face she had no clue they were twins. Unless she didn't put together how identical they are, this whole time she thought she was talking to Gala. Right after the fight, as if it couldn't get any worse. "So please surprise me and tell me Kyanite knew you're Gwen!"

But before Gwen has a chance to answer, Kyanite's voice breaks the fight. "Ladies... Ladies..wait! PLease. You're giving me a headache. What's going on? Gwen? Why... are you pretending to be Gala?" She questions, and for the first time Gala actually hears anger in her voice. Certainly it arrived while they were fighting the guys, she talked a lot in that pitch during the fight, but not yet to Gala. "Why did you let me talk to you like you were Gala. I knew something was off."

Wow, for the first time Gwen's in trouble, and not Gala. Both of them getting into trouble happens, Gala getting into trouble by herself occurs even more, but just Gwen? Probably a first. "How's it feel being the disappointment?" Gala teases, feeling better then she has since the fight. She stayed isolated, and some what depressed. Now though.

"Well you see Gala here has lied to her entire family about this fight she got herself into!" Gwen admits figuring it'd turn the tables. At least Gala received a bit of information on how much her twin knew. "You're so lucky you're healing or I'd tackle you again!" She threatens.

"Cause that worked so well last time." Gala jokes, crossing her arms across her chest. "I'm sorry Kyanite, I guess I forgot to warn you about her."

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[atrb=background,http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y510/LaSaundra_Kiser/kytab_zps6362855b.jpg] "Gwen? Why... are you pretending to be Gala?" My accusations come out harshly toward the girl who had, in turn, pretended not only to be Gala, but have me tell her things that were meant only for Gala's ears and made me worry immensely about her well being. Right now, as I stare at the pair, my anger is only directed toward the one who had already done me wrong with the first impression of the girl, the twin. My first impressions of people is usually the forever image I keep. Already, I distrust this girl; twin or not. I will not be able to forget what she has done to me, or her sister. I shake my head as the pair begins to fight and I watch them with interest to see how it was going to play out, while my thoughts try to run through every word I said to Gwen to make sure I didn't say anything wrong. I said only good things about Matthew, in which she inquired about. What made her ask about him though? Does she know him? Has she had a run in with him as well? Though, the fight... did that have any impact to the girl? Is that why she was trying to figure out more about the fight? Did Gala not tell her? Oh, gracious... I hope I havn't... How's it feel being the disappointment? Gala asks her in a teasing voice only siblings could do. I recognized it the moment it came out. Being the younger sibling, I always heard that tone directed to me when my brother would try to tell me something and I didn't listen. Now, I hear what it's like on the other end. This is normal for siblings, but still, watching the pair argue is a little too much. Then Gwen speaks up and I have no other choice than to listen to her and I fold my arms up and prop my left foot out and balance on my right let. Gala has lied to her family about the fight? Or did she just not say anything? What was it like to be in her shoes and have something that traumatic to go through? Would they have even understood the girl? Gwen doesn't seem to understand the position she was in. Obviously, they aren't as close as twins should be or Gwen would be more sympathetic. "No one is going to be tackling anyone, and if you try it, Gwen, you will find you're head spinning faster than you can imagine." I threaten her. Harshly. I step to Gala's side and stare a the identical, younger girl. The one thing I can't stand, aside from bullying, is lying. About that time, I hear Gala joke and she gives me a rather late warning about her sister. "We all make mistakes." I direct that statement to Gala and keep my hands folded up against my chest, my gaze left on Gwen for longer than needed. "Gwen, I can't stand for people to deceive others. I suggest you make yourself scarce." I tell her and turn to Gala, my gaze not softening at all. I try to read her expression about the sudden change in my attitude. She hasn't seen me get mad at all. She hasn't seen what happens when someone angers me enough. This is nothing, though. I'm just throughly annoyed with the display I just had to witness. "Gala, you coming or staying?" I question her and turn on my heels, my back to Gwen as I start walking.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"No one is going to be tackling anyone, and if you try it, Gwen, you will find you're head spinning faster than you can imagine." Kyanite threatens Gwen, but it surprised Gala more then anyone. She was fierce with those boys that attacked them, but this was something else. This was sticking up for someone with knowledge of the full story. A smile spreads to Gala's face with approval, though that would certainly be an unfair fight. Gwen held no strength, unlike her twin, was better at throwing knifes and such...how ironic that Kyanite and Gala were the ones to grow close.

"I'm not the violent one." Gwen claims with her face filled with disappointment; she wasn't the type to have people not like her. Everyone preferred Gwen, and she understood Gala more then anyone else. Why was this changing? With wrong one decision, pretending to be her twin, she ruined her usually great first impression.

At least Kyanite understands that Gala forgot to mention her identical twin sister, after all a lot more things were occurring. "Yeah..." Gala agrees a little sympathetically because she didn't want someone she looked up to, to have an automatic hatred to her twin. She was like her other half. But it was still understandable. Luckily Gala met Kyanite now, because only a few months ago they pretended to be each other often.

"Gwen, I can't stand for people to deceive others. I suggest you make yourself scarce." Another threat arrives, and this one Gala's happy about. She needed a chance to talk to Kyanite without Gwen there, figure out all that was talked about.

Of course Gwen turns to Gala, searching for why she hasn't stuck up for her by now. They were always close, and had each other's backs no matter what. "You should." Gala agrees, giving her twin a pleading look.

"Well you better watch out for Gala because she lies a lot." Gwen warns Kyanite, before turning to her sister. She was perfectly fine with leaving, staying did not interest her one bit. "Just wait till I tell Bluebell you didn't fall out of a tree!"

"You wouldn't." Gala says, wondering if her sister really will. Usually they cover for each other no matter what. Gwen doesn't answer, unsure if she was going to or not. With that she left. "Be safe!" Gala calls out as she walks towards one of the gyms, probably to meet with her trainer.

"Gala, you coming or staying?"

The question break Gala's focus on the fact her sister actually left. There was such a horrible feeling, maybe that she was going to tell, or that they weren't as close as they were before joining to be a career. "Going with you." Gala reassures, following Kyanite in any which direction she leads. "Where are we going?"

"Gwen's not usually like that." Gala feels the need to say as they walk. After all that was her twin, and whether or not she was trying to digging for information, didn't change that. She loved her more then anyone. "She just likes to know everything." She actually tells the truth, after all Gwen was the knowledge junky.

"How are you doing..." Gala's words fade away, still fearful of those careers. "Since the thing." She wasn't even sure what to call it. All that was important though was how Kyanite was, she was dragged into it after all.

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[atrb=background,http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y510/LaSaundra_Kiser/kytab_zps6362855b.jpg] I'm not the violent one. Gwen claims when I threaten her. Though, I have other reasons why I planned on making her head spin. Physical fighting maybe, but to give her sound verbal lashing would have done the exact same. Her facial expression appeared to be that of disappointment. Saddness, even. But why? I draw my eyes away from her. It made me curious, but I have no use in trying to figure out why, not now at least. A small amount of anger still resides deep within my belly for the girl. Though, there is one comment I feel she needs to know, so I open my mouth, to give her my statement. "You don't have to be physically violent to hurt someone Gwen." I leave her with that statement to sink in. She knows nothing of my past. She knows nothing of how much words can effect someone. Words can cut deeper than any knife. Even Gala seems to be on my side when I tell Gwen to leave and I find myself at odds with threatening the identical version of the girl that I've felt the need to protect and take under my wing. Though, it hasn't happened yet except for just once against those boys. It has me thinking about what might happen in the future though? She's got Matthew as a trainer... perhaps, if she had two? I'm not going to overstep Matt, but perhaps on the side... The thought of it makes me feel elated even though Gwens next words bring me back to what's going on. Well, you better watch out for Gala becasue she lies a lot. I tilt my head to her in boredome. Did she really just say that? After her VERY first meeting with me, even when she didn't know me, she lied right off the bat. This seems to anger me a bit more. "Gwen, I wouldn't tell someone to watch out for a lair, when I just met you and you've done nothing but lie to me." I turn to leave and ask, rather harshly for Gala to come or stay. I don't wait and start walking. It's then that Gala tells me that she's coming with me and I feel like this training thing that I had previously though was going to work out. Though, her twin, her identical twin, confuses me. How could they look alike, yet act different? How could one lie and the other one be a potential lair that I've not seen. Who is telling the truth? "Gwen's not usually like that... she just likes to know everything." I turn to her and nod while I speak to her in a much nicer tone than I gave her sister. I stop for a moment when I notice that Gwen is out of earshot. "Well, she was pushing for information like you wouldn't believe. I do hope I've not said anything to get you in trouble." I tell her and bring my hand under her chin and I inspect her nose quickly where the guy had punched her. "I thought, she was you, and I was beginning to get worried that you might have had a concussion or something because "she" couldn't remember what happened." I bring my hand away from her face and fold my arms up in front of me. She questions me about how I'm doing. "I'm doing well.. except for the fact that my cheek might actually be busted. The swelling not going down, but what do you expect. The guy slammed his fist on the same place twice." I tell her and as I talk, I can feel the swelling when I move my mouth. Still, the makeup over it drowns out the loud purple and blue of the bruise, not to mention my hair that half covers it. I shake my head. To lighten the mood, I give her a death glare. "How many of you are there? I need to be aware in case I run into anymore of you." I give a light hearted chuckle to the thought of more Gala's. I do worry about her though, though she seems to be doing fine. "Gala, will you accompany me to see someone? I need to see about my cheek. We can talk on the way?" I ask her. I plan on going to the same guy who took care of me after me and Matthew had returned after our day out in the woods together. When our injuries were harsh. Our bodies frozen with a touch of hypothermia. "Maybe he can look at you're hand, too?" I tell her. I know the guy stomped on her hand pretty good but I'm just wanting to be cautious.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"Gwen, I wouldn't tell someone to watch out for a lair, when I just met you and you've done nothing but lie to me." Kyanite informs, and at that moment Gala notes to never lie to her. It wasn't as if lying came for enjoyment, but often turns up in trouble or covering up wounds. Lying was easy and occurred a bit too often. Still avoiding lying to Kyanite sounds important. Of course as the oldest career leaves, the young one, that has yet to lie, follows.

"Well, she was pushing for information like you wouldn't believe. I do hope I've not said anything to get you in trouble." Kyanite's voice is much kinder though it still has anger towards what happened. She pulls Gala's chin up with a finger, inspecting on how her face was healing. Usually the youngster would pull away from such a touch, but for some reason knowing that Kyanite was only being kind to her, allowed her to accept it. "I thought, she was you, and I was beginning to get worried that you might have had a concussion or something because "she" couldn't remember what happened." Her hand pulls away, and the care touches Gala. No one was like that towards her, she had a twin and a younger sister, attention was never given towards her.

"Well I'm fine." A faint smile comes across her face; she wasn't ecstatic, just happy to have someone on her side. "Probably in trouble, but that's not unusual." She jokes, though a laugh doesn't follow. Being in trouble was nothing unusual, and certainly nothing she couldn't handle.

It was nice to know that Kyanite was doing decent, though her cheek may be badly hurt. A lot of things were still painful for Gala, but the guilt over Kyanite & Matthew being harmed overran that. "I'm sorry." That wasn't a word Gala enjoyed using, but in this circumstance she had to. It was her fault that Kyanite was punched twice in her cheek...the same spot. How awful that must feel. The wound is well covered, but Gala could image the extent.

A death glade follows and catches Gala of guard. "How many of you are there? I need to be aware in case I run into anymore of you." Kyanite questions though a light giggle follows. For a second Gala was worried, she did not want to get on Kyanite's bad side. After everything that happened, she wanted to be like her if it was possible.

"I'm just a twin, don't worry." Gala informs, giggling as well though hers was louder and more innocent. How could Kyanite tell them apart so it didn't occur again? There was no way she could tell with looks; they were identical to the extreme. "Gwen's never going to try to trick you again, I'm certain." She reassures, predicting. After all Gwen wasn't the trouble maker, this was unpredictable. "But if it does happen again..." She thought for a second, something that made them different. "Our security word is Distraction." That was the one tip Gala could remember by heart; Kyanite's signature so to say.

"Maybe he can look at you're hand, too?"

That stops Gala in her tracks, though she quickly attempts to cover it up by walking again. "I'm fine." Gala reassures, some how her walk doesn't change. Still she follows Kyanite though the doctors freaked her out. "I'll still go with you though."

Now for something to talk about for the walk. But what? Already she asked how Kyanite was doing after the fight. That conversation was over with. But there was something that Gala had answered, yet never got in return. Matthew never gives up information. "Last time I told you about how Matthew and I met, but you never told me how you guys met..." Gala says, not wanting to push.

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[atrb=background,http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y510/LaSaundra_Kiser/Ky2_zps9643da85.jpg] "Well, I'm fine... probably in trouble, but that's no unusual." Gala's voice comes out in this joking manner and I have to wonder why she would be in trouble again. Could she be a trouble maker as well? If she was, I would have to wonder about what she has said to me since I met her to make me doubt her, but nothing has come up. That is, until she just mentioned that she was sorry again. Does she not know that things like this happens? "Sorry? For what? For the fight? For Joel? for that guy that almost crushed you in his grasp?" I let the words roll off my tongue like water over a cliff. It has no form. It has no real direction. "You know, you have nothing to be sorry about, in the least. You really expected me to just let you get hurt, five against one? Not to mention, do you realize what I would have felt like had they gotten that knife I gave you and used it on you? What they would do to you from the point of the blade. I don't even want to think about it. I'm not an ass like Matthew. I do care for some people. Even those that I just meet. For some reason, I knew you'd be worth it. Afterall, you're putting up with Matthew, of all people." I offer her nothing of an emotion to that small lecture. Just the truth. Though, I have to know about any more of her and her responce is exactly what I wanted to hear. I can handle just one more of you. That's about it. Any more and my head would spin off into space. I catch the giggles that she lets expell from her mouth and I know she understands my seriousness for needing to know about any more of her. It was rather entertaining though now that it is all said and done. How I couldn't see the differences between the two. Was there any? I wasn't paying attention to anything about her facial features just because I figured there was only one. Now? If I ever meet up with her, I will have to more vigilent. "A codeword... suddenly, I feel like a little kid again." I state with humor in my voice and nod when she gives me the word that I'll use and ask for when we meet again. It seems childish to have codewords, but in this case, it seems almost necesarry because of the fact I had given information that might land Gala in trouble. Though, she did nothing to be in trouble for. All she was doing was training. It wasn't her fault that Joel and his gang decided to gang up on her. Then comes the next order of business, and that was to get myself checked out and Gala too, but her denial and claiming to be fine, almost wins me over. "Yeah. I don't believe it. We'll see though." I tease her and we head off into the direction of where we needed to go to see the man who helped me and Matthew. Not but a few moments later, Gala asks a question that has me stumbling over my words. "How we... met? Hmm... Luck? Or would that be unlucky?" I tease her, and bump into her shoulder easily to set off the good motions. "I guess I can spare a bit of detail to my first meeting with Macho Man. I needed to spar one morning and the coach had called him over. At first, he seemed like an ass. Told me I talk too much. Guess that's my way of being me. I still can't believe it though. 'You know what you greatest weakness is that you should work on... Your mouth.' That was what he said." I shake my head, allowing myself a fine laugh to come with that phrase. It's so weird, that from point A to now, our first meeting seems almost like it was never real. How he has changed around me. He don't treat me like that anymore... if I stayed around him long enough, that is. "It was rather a horrible first meeting. I ended up sparring with him and I got so pissed at him when he took a cheap shot and landed his fist into my shoulder after helping me up. Told me that I needed to expect anything. Last time I took his hand for help." I tell her. All that information is safe. "Anyways, the rest of the spar was just that. He tried to make me tap out several times. Never did. Even when he had his arm against my throat, when I couldn't even breath, I still got out of the hold. We both ended up with pain after our first meeting." I put a hand up to my cheek and feel the swollen mess. "He punched me in the same place as Joel did that day. I swear. Why do guys always go for the face?" I let the light hearted conversation go on. The walk to the doctor's house didn't take as long as I thought and before I knew it, we stood outside the city street and the two story house that was connected to the rest of the apartment like houses in this neighborhood. I go up to the front door and knock.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Having another female around, besides her twin & older sisters, was amazing; even if it was sort of a lecture during the walk. She surely cared, and certainly so did Gala's sisters, but this was different. If any of her sisters were to run into a fight, they'd probably step in, but would be furious no matter what excuse. The beginning of the walk consisted of Kyanite's words of not being able to not step in, that in a way she was glad to of heard Gala's scream. There was no reason for the young girl to be sorry.

"...I'm not an ass like Matthew. I do care for some people. Even those that I just meet. For some reason, I knew you'd be worth it. Afterall, you're putting up with Matthew, of all people." Kyanite finishes off with, and it contains so many mixed feelings for Gala. Why did it sound as though Kya was angry at Matthew? Yeah, he didn't step in at first, but eventually did. Then there was the part of Gala being worth it. She hadn't heard those words from anyone but her mother, and she's been gone for a while. A weak smile grows on the baby-face, happy but unsure.

"It's not that difficult..." Gala comments, because after all Matthew had stepped in eventually. But there was also a lot of things that had happened that would contradict Gala's words, mainly revolving around his dislike for girls, and Gala's lack of following directions. "He does train me, he has to be tough, right?"

The part of knowing she'd be worth it stuck in Gala's brain a bit more though. What did that mean? She was certainly grateful, just didn't fully understand. "I'd like to be that brave." She says in a soft voice, though it's loud enough for the one next to her to hear.

"Yeah. I don't believe it. We'll see though." Kyanite's words nearly stop Gala in her tracks, though she quickly covers it up. We'll see.

Finally someone finds a bit of trust in Gala to tell a little information; though it's no surprise it's Kyanite. So far she seems like the only one to understand Gala, certainly not to say she'd trust just anyone. The story of how Kyanite & Matthew first met isn't like predicted; a sappy story of going to make-out in the woods. With no information from Matthew she had to make it up in her head. But instead he was rude to Kyanite, and they sparred for their first introduction. How romantic.

"That's rude." Gala comments at Kyanite's pause after sharing Matthew's words. "You used it as distraction, and kicked his as..." She didn't finish the entire curse word, unsure of what the older careers boundaries were. Usually the youngster could careless, but having someone on her side made her actually want to try. "Right?"

There first encounter was not at all pleasant, which confused Gala on why she caught them running off together. Why would Kyanite offer to help him up after the 3 vs. 5 fight. Not everything was given, but at least she was more generous then Matthew. By the sounds of it he was being brutal to, with a punch to the face, and even choking her. Gala could remember when he did that to her, along with Gwen's story of him pulling her into the pool.

"He choked me once to, but that was because he thought I was going to tell someone...." Gala's voice trails off as she realizes she was actually speaking out loud. "We were training." She covers up quickly. In just a second she was about to spill about witnessing Matthew & Kyanite sneaking outside of the district...stealing her jacket, and covering the rest of there backpacks in hopes to cover there trail. Hopefully nothing was caught onto.

The majority of people lived in the neighborhood type of area, and often Gala walked through them. But going inside one? Maybe once or twice to visit family. Her home needed to be large enough to hold eight children, and just to estimate how far in the middle of no where, they have a circus next door. So automatically Gala was a bit weary about the place, still there was a trust for Kyanite, so she followed anyways.

A much older man answers the door, white hair, glasses, and all. "Back so soon." His eyes go directly to the older girl, her new swollen cheek, and eventually find there way to the other one. "How's your shoulder?" He questions, opening up his door with the assumption that either one or both girls needed help in a way. Last time the truth never reached the surface, so without a question he leads them into his small doctor-like room. "What's the case today?"

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"YOu used it as a distraction and kicked his as... Right?" Her responce to my first impression of Matthe comes out with such enthusiasm and a key word I told her about using when we were just starting to get to know each other. I looked to her with a smile.

"Yeah, I guess, you can say that, but I didn't actually mean for that to happen. I just met him, told him my strengths and weaknesses and he cut me off early and said all that. Really, I thought he was going to teach me something. That something was never to trust him... but now.. I'm not really sure about that. First impressions usually make or break me with a person." Or so I tell her. Then again, it hits me with what I said, that I was harsh on her twin. I let the first impression of her get to me to the point that I threatened her while my first impression of MAtthew has taken a turn. I make a silent promise to myself to give her sibling another chance one day but not for a while. And I'm definately not saying a single word to her about it either. Then comes more similarities between me and Gala and our history with Matthew. He had tried to choke her as well.

"I think that guy has some serious issues toward women. He has no idea how to treat them at all... perhaps, we ought to teach him one day? Maybe set up prank on his behalf. Might be fun. Get back at him for everything he has put us through?" Then again, I'd rather not. It sounded good to me though. Just a little outward opinion in hopes to make Gala laugh or at least smile.

Once we reached the street where the doctor had been, I take the initiative to go to the door and knock once we've reached his stoop. After a few moments, the door opened and I see the little old man with the white hair and glasses that had tended to me when we came to him in need so late of a night. He looks over his glasses and the first words out of his mouth was, "Back so soon. How's you're shoulder?". Immediately, I give the doctor a gentle glare and sidestep to show my companion as well.

"I need to see you. So, does she." I make the remark to him and it takes him no time at all to see the make-up covered bruising on my cheek and the swelling then he looked to Gala and noticed the bandage on her hand. I nod to him.

"I am here cause I know you do good work. This is my friend. May we come in? I"m sorry to bother you. I just don't know who else to go to that I can trust." I say that with so much confidence and I see the man nod his head and open his door wide to Gala and I. I think he understands the words I say to keep what he already said to a minimum. I'll have him check my shoulder later, but it seems to be healing fine. "Thank you."

I walk in the door and turn to watch for Gala as she enters as well. She seems skeptical, but for the moment, the doctor comes straight to my side and puts a hand under my chin to make me look up. Once again, he gives me this accusing look. Already, I can think of when I attempted to leave last time and he asked if he needed to call someoen to take care of Matthew. He had thought he had beat me and stabbed me to be submissive to him. Though, that wasn't the case at all. Still, the thoughts were there when he opened his mouth to ask, yet again if he might be the cause of my newfound injury on my face. I can see why. Guys always have a tendency to aim for the one thing that can knock someone out fast.

"You've not been..." He starts to say but I cut him off finely with a definate shake of my head.

"We got into a fight yesterday outside of the training center with a bunch of guys. The odds were not in our favor..." I tell him as he keeps an eye on my cheek. He mades a concerned noise. "I ended up getting busted twice in the face... that's why I'm here."

"I can see that. The swelling is very bad. And you miss? What happened to you're hand? May I?" The gentle man looks to Gala.