Illusion of a friend turned fiend //Cameo;Dylan

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Four days I've been suffering with pain from the deep wounds left by Mark. They weren't only physical wounds, but the emotional ones as well. The ones that I couldn't get over when I had to face him in the fight and ended up with three strikes against my skin. Three strikes I was out. I vaguely remember Mark trying to apologize right off the back when the battle was over with, only Matthew was there to ward him away. Right now, Matthew was in the hospital and I knew he's hate for me to be trying to find Mark. The only place I knew to go to find him would be the training center in the early morning. I convinced Gala to come with me, should I need her and I met up with her halfway to the training center. I couldn't find the words to converse with her, but I think my expressions of fear and concern was enough for her to see.

That's how I find myself and Gala, in the freezing cold, crisp air that hurts my lungs with every breath. I cradle my arms to my body to keep the chill away until we happen upon the training center. My left arm is still in a cast and sling while the other is wrapped in gauze. My face still holds the heavy, thick padding to keep my cheek well covered from the blades contact. My need for now is to find Mark and find out why he found it easy to just lay the blades into my skin. I also need to let him down about trying to get with me. For both mine, and Matthew's sake.

I place my fingers on the door to the training center, and with a small amount of pain, pull it open to take in the harsh smell of training equipment and cleaning supplies from the janitor before closing up last night. I walk in with Gala at my side, turning on the lights to the gym and find myself a seat on one of the small bleacher like stands, letting my body rest against the wall. I look to Gala, without a smile.

"The locker rooms would be a good place to hide, Gala. If I need you, you'll be within earshot..." I let the index fingers of both of my hands connect in front of me. I flinch as various body parts begin to throb from the exertion placed on my body from the long walk here with Gala to the training center. I've yet to regain my strength back, but I know I will have to do this.

[Dylan189]

Mark Antony

Marks eyes opened to the sound of the wind blowing outside his house. He looked at the clock and realized he had slept in, but considering what had happened yesterday he was okay with that. His meeting with Ava made him feel a bit better after the battle between him and Kya. Though he still felt bad about how he hurt her. He knew he should have at least extended the fight, though he wanted it to end as quick as possible. After a few minutes of looking at the ceiling Mark forced himself out of bed, getting a quick bite to eat, then walking out the door. The cold air hit Marks skin making him shiver slightly. Today was a bit colder than the other days, or so it felt like it was, as he was again reminded about his fight with Kya as his mind wandered. Maybe he should stay home, or go see Ava, do something other than train, but for some reason Marks feet dragged him to the doors of the training center.

Usually Mark was the first one there, and he thought it so when he pushed the door open, dropping his gym bag by the door and turning to the thermostat next to the door, turning the heat up, then grabbing his bag again. Mark dragged himself across the room, and into the boys locker room. Mark then took his shirt off, tied it around his waist, and changed into some baggy elastic Lycra pants that were gray. Finally Mark turned to one of the mirrors and looked at himself, a bit disgusted. After a moment of loathing himself he pulled himself away from the mirror, and out the door towards the training area, quickly grabbing two swords, stepping up to a dummy with a quick swing at the neck of the stuffed figure. Just before Marks sword meets its target he notices someone out of the corner of his eyes in the bleachers and completely stops the swing turning to see who it is, staying silent when he sees her.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Gala Thomas
Age Thirteen
District Two

There wasn't going to be any real training for a while, Gala knew that. It's impossible to run with one foot casted, fight with only one hand, and not to mention anytime her heart began to race it felt as though her ribs were going to shatter. The first invite to the gym she grabs though, hating the annoying buzz as she attempts to ignore her nagging sisters. How could you this, how could you that. After we said no. Now who's going to help with Gwen's Performance. That was probably the most rude, before it was the twin's, but now it only belongs to the good one. So once again she sneaks out, early in the morning as to not get caught.

Silence fills the air the majority of the way to the gym. Kyanite had already filled in the little career of why they were going, and what the young one was needed for anyways. Just to help, though she wasn't much of any. She was beyond the point of just being crippled, they all were. But not facing someone alone, just knowing they were away hiding incase support was needed, was probably enough. It was enough to convince Gala, then again the fact that Kyanite wanted her help was sort of an honor to her.

"The locker rooms would be a good place to hide, Gala. If I need you, you'll be within earshot..." Kyanite instructs, allowing a small grin upon Gala's face before she follows them. It was almost as if she was graced with two trainers, and the perfect pair to say the least. So even though the small one has a reputation of not listening, she follows the orders and goes to hide herself in the locker-room.


((OOC: Let me know when the young career is needed again.))

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I seem to relax too much before I hear the door open to the boys locker rooms. Obviously, I was right about Mark being here early and he had walked in just minutes before I had. He comes out of the door so preoccupied and lost in his thoughts that he doesn't even see me sitting here for the longest while. He even goes to grab up some weapons, the swords, and his sights were set on destroying the dummy just like he did me. The moment the swing goes through the air, I clinch my eyes shut, getting a horrific image of the blade that cut through my cheek. The image of the blade coming toward my face. I sit there for only a moment when I didn't hear the thud of the sword against the maniquin. My eyes open slowly to see how he stopped short of the dummy, his eyes stuck on me. Immediatly, a cold chill runs down my back.

"What did you stop for? The dummy don't feel anything?" I come out with a rather harsh statement to start off with because I can't see why he would stop the attack on something that isn't alive when he was so forceful about hitting someone that was real just four days ago. "Or is the fake stuff not satisfying enough for you anymore?" My voice lingers in the gym, echoing off the walls. I don't move from where I'm sitting at all, only to shift my body a bit when my stomach seems to get a stinging pain. I straighten up and take a breath as I watch him react. Is he stunned to see me here?

[Dylan189]

Mark Antony

Mark listens to Kya speak, both swords still in hand. He stands listening shaking his head ever so slightly, eyes half open. Her words are harsh and hit hard, and Mark almost starts off insulting her, but restrains himself. Staying silent as he sets the swords neatly on the weapons rack, taking his shirt off his waist and putting it on, the wounds she had inflicted on me already healed. As he looks down at his sleeve, fixing the button on each side he begins speaking. " Well now, I like my morning to be... " He realizes he was about to say something mean and stops himself. " Kyanite, if you are going to speak to me, about anything, then drop the attitude, or you can forget saying another word to me, because I can walk right out that door."

Mark says finally getting the button in and look back up at her.

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I watch his reaction with a harsh stare, but my eyes soften a bit realizing that he's putting the swords down and he tells me to lose the attitude. What do you expect? I shake my head slightly and put my hands up beside me showing that I wasn't armed. "My bad..." I say as I advert my eyes away from his form when he starts to put his shirt on and I look back a few seconds later to see him clothed once again.

"You like your mornings to be what?" I ask but he continues quickly and I take a deep breath. I guess I've just got my guard up, afraid to be hurt by him again. At least the blades won't be the cause of death this time. "fine... sorry. Guess I just don't know how to react around you anymore. I mean, you practically tried to kill me out there. I thought you were my friend? Or you liked me more than that? If that was the case, how could you do that to someone you liked? Or was... that all a ploy? You know, I kinda went easy on that first throw because I wasn't sure what you were going to do. I had thought we were friends... I couldn't stand to hurt another friend, like I did Gala, but, you showed me that whatever you thought about me was gone." I admit to him. I begin to wonder what Matthew will think if he knew I was here talking to him about this. Though, I need to know. "Do you really care more about winning then your friends?"

[Dylan189]

Mark Antony

Mark listens to her speak, taking it all it, sitting on the steps of the sword station. " Mark nods listening. " A ploy, no, a plot of mine, no, a plan of mine, no. Why did I go so hard? Because, you may not be able to hurt a friend, and I dont want to hurt a friend, but this was a sport, this was a game you entered and I entered. You know I thought about dropping out so I would not have to fight you, so that we would not have to fight, but I thought you would be insulted that I decided not to fight you." Mark sighs rubbing the side of his face. " Kyanite, I care about you as a friend, I really do, a lot. But more than that, no, not anymore at least." Mark closes his eyes." I was not trying to kill you, if I was, the spear would have been aimed slightly to the right." Marks voice is a little shaky. " I thought if I held back you would have been mad at me. I didn't seek you out to talk to you about this, because your "friend" Matt would probably have gotten a bit more upset than he is at the moment." Friend is a bit said as if he was meaning something more than a friend.

" Kya, I really did like you, more than a friend. But I knew that was going no where, and I found Ava..." Mark is off explaining a lot more than he would like to be at the moment." One other thing. Don't choose a ranged weapon when someone is up in your face." Mark knows she wont like what he just said but it might save her life one day. With a sigh Mark takes out a pill bottle out of his pocket and drops two of the pills into his had, uncapping his water bottle and taking a swig, swallowing them.

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The questions arise from me for him to answer. Questions that might reveal what he feels about me now, since the match is over. What will happen if I tell Matthew what I find out. I can only hope that whatever is about to be said, will put me to ease. Though, he tells me this was no ploy or game, despite what it was at first. Now, it seems as though it's all changing. Everything he tried when we first met seems to be diminishing. The kiss he stole that one day, I would have hoped my rejection would have been the deciding factor, but it wasn't. Now? Has it changed since then? Since he asked me to leave the district with him as well.

"A sport... yes. I agree. I came into the games thinking of winning, until I got matched up against someone I cared for dearly. I regret that now. The moment I got matched with you, I guess I let my fear of hurting another friend take over." I shake my head, dropping it slightly and standing up from the bleachers, taking a few steps down to stand on level ground. I cradle my arm against my sling. Both of them injured beyond repair for more than a few weeks. My cheek also showing the bandages as well. Though my eyes convey nothing but hatred toward him.

"Insulted... to add insult to injury is more like it, Mark. You took a cheap shot by going for my face first. That was low, MArk. Even for you. You may not have wanted to kill me, but you wanted to hurt me more emotionally than anything. I can't hide this scar... this wound. You did it. Congratulations. You won. I do hope you're happy about it." I can feel the lump returning in my throat, but I force myself not to get upset. I keep my voice neutral and calm for the moment. I let my eyes wander to the door of the girls locker room. I can image what Gala is having to listen to, but I turn my focus back to Mark.

"I'm glad you found someone that will like you back. Make sure... that you don't stab her in the back at the first chance you get in order to get glory." I say it heavily, hoping he'll get the message. What he says next about another lesson has me fuming.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, nor for any more lessons." I take a deep breath and walk closer to him as he begins to pop the pills in his mouth and take a quick swig of his drink. I stop about a foot away from him. "I'm happy that you have someone now because the main reason I came here was to tell you that Matthew and I are together... and your feelings toward me are both unwanted and not needed. I can see now, that this was going to be easier than I thought. Let me give you a lesson though... if you take a cheap shot against Matthew in your next fight like you did me, you can expect that the next time you turn around, the knife will find your back. You'd better fight fair, Mark. I don't play games." I hold his gaze. "What we had... what you thought we had, is no more. From this moment on... we are not friends anymore."

[Dylan189]

Mark Antony

Mark shakes his head, this is when he starts to leave the insults back at her. " Oh no, Kya, a face shot, is far from cheap. Trust me, I know, I fight up close, I don't stand at a distance throwing knifes at my target. Oh, and your boyfriend, trust me I plan to fight fair, but I plan to win too." Mark smiles at her, looking up at her. " Oh, those feeling I had towards you, they were gone quite quickly. Oh, and glory, glory is far from what I want, you should know that. Oh wait, of course you wouldn't know that, because you don't know me. You thought the first day we met you could play me, that I would fall into your trap. Oh yes, I did, but after reexamining the situation, I remembered that there is a place for people like you and me. Us, weather you like it or not Kya, we are ones not to be trusted. You can deny it all you want, but we play people, but the way you play them is sick. Sure I play people, but not to leave them empty handed in the end. Oh, but you" Mark shakes his head with the smile. " You Kya, you like to play just to get attention. That's what girls like you do, that's what you need, attention, and it would seem that you get that mostly from boys." Mark gives a small chuckle. " Oh Kyanite, don't worry, win or loose you won't have to see me ever again after that day."

Mark squints at her but keeps the smile, not wanting to keep it, as a matter of fact, he feels terrible about it all. " Oh, and a knife in my back? Your threats hold no sway over me. After actually fighting you, I realized you need a whole lot more practice. Maybe Matthew could help you. Oh, and if you thought coming here to tell me you and Matthew were together would hurt me, you were wrong, actually I think its quite nice." Mark shakes his head again. " Oh and you call me a backstabber. Well, scars can fade, but the damage from a broken bone never truly fade, that little girl, you hurt her bad. But it takes a real person to forgive, like that little girl probably did. Shes going to grow up to be a strong woman. But you Kyanite, I just can't tell." With every word Marks heart skips a beat, it hurts him to say this to Kyanite, but if they never talk again, at the moment that would be the best, so Mark continues. " Oh, Kyanite, you should have known we were never friends, acquaintances is what we were. " Mark lets out a sarcastic hump. " If you thought me asking you to come with me was a SPECIAL invitation you were very wrong. I asked quite a few people, in the very same spot I took you too. Do you actually think I would take you to my peaceful place? Ha, yeah right." Mark was lying about him asking more people to come with him, and about the spot he took her too.

"The funny thing is Kyanite, if you had just decided to use those knives as a melee weapon you would have done so much better. Oh, and don't take it personally, a hit to the face is a very logical place to hit in a battle, and far from cheap. What was cheap, was you breaking that little girls arm. How many years older than her are you? A few I assume." Mark takes a sip of his water. " Tisk tisk tisk... again, people like you and me are never to be trusted, we lie, and we hurt people." Marks smile stays on his face as he continues on glory once again." Glory is a funny thing Kyanite, one I will never WANT nor will ever understand. You think I am in these games from "GLORY"? Really? You must be a fool, because I don't care about glory, if you remember I told you the first time I met you that I would never volunteer nor want to be in the games, but that must have skipped your mind, but you, glory is something you seek if I remember correctly. The reason I signed up for the pregames was because I was testing myself, to see if I was skilled enough to keep my family safe, from whatever I might have to." Inside Mark was slowly killing himself with his words, knowing she will never want to see, talk, or hear from him again. Mark was making sure that was true, he would be leaving soon anyways, and he might even have to leave Ava behind.

"So, Kyanite, I know you well enough to know that even if I win without using something you would call a "cheep shot" you will still think I did something cheap. So I know to watch my back. This is my warning to you, try to interfere with me keeping my family safe, I will not hesitate to move that spear just and inch to the right next time. Your life means nothing to me when it comes to my family. If you try to in any way hurt me or my family, I will end you, and we have proved that I can beat you. So Kyanite, I suggest you accept a fair loose, if I beat your friend. Oh, and if your friend tries to keep me from my family." Mark gives an angry look." Oh I think you get the picture." Every word Mark says to his old friend hurt more than he ever though an emotion would. But she needs to move and he needs to make sure he can keep his family safe, and it hurts him to say it, but if Kya tried to do anything to him or his family, he would not hesitate to turn her into some of the dummies he has practiced on.

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"Oh, and your boyfriend, trust me I plan to fight fair, but I plan to win, too." For some reason, that sentence really has me wanting to laugh in his face. If he plans to win, he better really expect one hell of a challenge. The way Matthew feels about him already when I told him he tried to make a move on me the first time we sparred, it sent him into this protective mode major. Right now, I'm glad that Matthew isn't hear to listen to this jerk. So full of himself. So proud of what he's got that he doesn't see the bigger picture beyond his nose in air attitude. Like he's all high and mightly. I keep my mouth shut as he keeps going on and on. He really likes to hear himself talk, doesn't he? Will he ever shut up?[/b]

I keep my stance on solid ground pretty firm. My eyes never leaving his, but right now I wish I could just peirce his heart the moment he starts compairing both me and him to be alike. I will never be like him no matter what he says. I open my mouth to say something, but he just won't shut up. He keeps rambling on through how neither of us can be trusted. How we play people for a fool. He even goes to stay that what I do is sick. You consider distracting a guy with seduction to get their minds off the battle in order to win, sick? I call it my own weapon. It worked on you that one time... but you must be immune to it. Your brutal. People like you have no heart. I muse but the moment he tells me what I do is just for attention makes me take a step closer to him, as he began to chuckle.

"DON'T YOU EVEN... Attention seeker? Is that what you are calling me? Who was it that was pointing out to the crowd in our fight for everyone to hear just 'you'? You feed off the crowd. You enjoy the attention yourself. I do what I have to in order for people to recognize who I am. That I won't be made a fool off. YOu are a royal court jester, you are. Doing whatever it takes, even slicing through someone's face, just to get that roar from the crowd to fuel your vicious needs...." I tell him with so much passion behind my words. It don't last long before he continues with what I said about finding a knife in his back if he does anything to cheat with his next fight. The answer I get is merely him passing my threat off as nothing more than dandruff on his shoulder. He might be able to dismiss my threat that easily, but when I make a promise like that, I stick to it. Right now, that knife would come in really handy if only I could throw or weild it correctly with a good grip. Sadly, I can't, so the images running through my mind will have to suffice.

"I don't need your compliment on mine and Matthew's relationship..." I growl when he says what my boyfriend and I have is nice. Yet, his mouth never quits. Once again, a flood of words comes out as if it was the water over the falls. Hurtful things being said this time and things that he can't take back. I take the lecture to heart though, knowing what he is saying is true. What I did to Gala will always stay in my heart forever, peircing that small part of me every time I think about it. Mark knows where to hit me where it hurts the most. "Maybe you can't tell anything about me because you've got your head so far up your ass trying to beat me down to see." I smile for once after that and leave what he said alone about going to his special place. It pleases me at that moment to think that it wasn't just me to go there with him when he asked me to leave the district. I'm more than happy abou it, so I let him have that small amount of self satisfaction.

Once again, I have to listen to more lessons, though I zone out for a moment, shifting in my step, letting my heavily wrapped arm hang to the side of my waist, shaking my head at Mark. I let my eyes wander off before he starts in on Gala.

"That was an accident. Pure. Honest. Accident. What happened between me and Gala is none of your business." I spit through my clinched teeth.

Though, from one moment to the next, his topic of glory gets passed on to something more personable; his family and himself. His threats to me though, I take lightly. I have no issue with his family at all, so that is no problem. Those words that he speaks just goes in one ear and out the other. The only thing that seems to cut the thread within me that is holding my emotions together, is the part when he threatens Matthew at the end. Immediately, I seem to lose it. I find the distance between us suddenly cut in half, and both of my arms go flying at his chest shoving him back as hard as I can, feeling pain radiating through both of my arms. Right now, the pain is welcoming, though. I put my right hand up, index pointing straight at him.

"IF YOU THREATEN MATTHEW AGAIN... you won't wake to see another day. You stay away from him, you hear me? As I said before, I DON'T.. PLAY... GAMES." I take a step back from Mark, grimacing slightly as I flex my fingers. I'm ready to hit again if I have to. I'm more than curious if he'll get the message and back off now. Any thoughts, I have of Gala being here is totally lost within the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

As soon as there's sound of another person, Gala's by the door to get the best position to listen. If Kyanite's correct, it'll be Mark. Why exactly the small career was invited, she wasn't sure. Being crippled sort of toke away her ability to fight, and she couldn't run to get help either. But for some reason she has a feeling it won't be that sort of encounter. What Kyanite needed her there for was support afterwards. Whatever was about to happen wasn't going to be pretty, and most likely in the emotional aspect. The fight they had was as intense as the one the girls' had, though Gala wasn't sure of there relationship.

Lots of talking occurs, back and forth, over and over again. For the most part Gala zones out as the words pass through her ear. She forgot the painkillers at home, was this going to last long? Would her sisters figuring out she snuck out once again? They were already furious with her...Mark was the one Matthew's going to the final match with, how's that going to work out. That'll certainly be an interesting match. No way her sisters were going to keep her from that one. Hopefully sneaking out now doesn't effect that....on and on her small mind runs until the voices begin to raise and she remembers why she's there.

It's obvious that Mark's going off on Kyanite, and she's only able to get a few words in. Gala regrets not paying better attention to figure out how this escalated so quickly. His tactic is to hit her where it hurts clearly, as he uses anything to pull out some feeling. Even the young career's mentioned, and how apparently that makes Kyanite worse then Mark. That of course brings Gala to her feet, ready to interject though she holds back for now. He had no clue of their bond, and had no right to comment on such a thing. She didn't mean to break anything. And how that meant Gala was going to be strong, but the older career wasn't? At this rate the little one would have no chance in the games where as Kya did.

The threats are what really evoke anger into the youngster though. First a threat to Kyanite, it was if she did anything to Mark's family but that part slips through Gala's ears. It was a threat. Then one towards her trainer. The two people that she cares about most are being threatened? She wasn't going to allow that. It didn't matter if every bone in her body was broken, she'd never stand for such words. Without a second thought she charges out of the locker room to witness Kyanite already shoving him away. Punch him! That's not enough, did she not hear those words?

"IF YOU THREATEN MATTHEW AGAIN... you won't wake to see another day. You stay away from him, you hear me? As I said before, I DON'T.. PLAY... GAMES." To no surprise Kyanite's rage finally comes through a threat against someone she loves. But a threat back isn't good enough! Without even caring of the horrible surge with every hard step, she goes as fast as she can to Mark's direction.

"I'll kill you first!" Gala screams as if she was ready to finish the job right then. Of course she wouldn't, not until Matthew won his victory fairly. She could do her best to make him regret those words though. During the little career's first match she managed to give Mason a broken shin, and that was without a cast surrounding her foot. Without another fight of her own to stay healed for, she could careless over her already damaged foot.

((OOC: I didn't get permission to kick Mark, so I'll leave it up to Dylan if Gala's successful or not xD ))

[Dylan189]

Mark Antony

Mark listens to Kya, then gets pushed, he holds his ground but when he hears gala he smiles and turns and the smile stays. " Ah, I see now, you were afraid I was going to hurt you? In the training center? Or any time, no Kya I dont want to hurt you, not at all, I am not Jins." Mark looks at the two girls and turns his back to them, grabbing his swords again. " If you will excuse me, I have training to do." Mark turns to the dummy, sending the sword into its chest, bringing his foot up kicking it off his sword. He stops remember to say something. " Oh, ladies. I promise you, the fight with Matthew will be fair." Mark gave a nod. " Oh, and the attention in the arena, the screams, no I dont feed on them, though my opponents have, but maybe you were different, imagine if all you want is the crowds cheers, but all your getting is them against you, disappointing, makes people desperate. Like in my first fight, thats why I walked out with barley a bruise. The crowds cheers are merely a tool to make my opponent do things out of emotion, make them easy to read. " Mark turns to another dummy easily swiping the head off. " Please, let Matthew know, I want a challenge for my final fight. Now, if you would not mind, I have so technique to work on." Mark checks his defensive stance and corrects a few things he has wrong.

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The moment my threat is extended to his entire being, Gala races out of the locker rooms just in time to close the distance between Mark and herself. I could see the malice in her eyes and the only thing I could thing of at the moment, was to keep her from hitting him. That's the last thing I need is for Gala to be getting hurt again on my account, so I quickly step in front of her, putting my arms around her the best that I can for a moment as she screams out that she'll kill him. I hold those words in my head from what she just said. I shake my head and I give her a pleading look before I hear Mark's cocky words again. I turn, sheilding Gala from him.

"I'm not afraid of you. I never have been. Never will be." I try to talk over him but my words get drowned out by the mention of someone that I do fear with all my heart. The only guy that that has made my life growing up a living hell. He seems to know it, too. "No, you're not Jins. You're worse then Jins. At least any mark he's ever left on me I was able to hide..." The words just slip from my mouth and I realize that Gala is right behind me. Instantly, I feel a burning sensation in my throat and the ability to speak any more is lost. Instead, I just glare at Mark, taking a step back, then turning on my heels. I push Gala with me to leave as Mark is left behind taking a fond liking to the dummies, but not before I keep turning waiting for him to turn on me at any moment.

"Lets get out of here, Gala." My mission is done. I've severed all ties with MArk. I've burried the hatchet with what we used to have and I've made sure that he knows any feelings toward me had to be lost. For mine and Matthew's relationship, it had to be done. I can't let one guy ruin it for my one chance at true happiness.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Before Gala has a chance to reach Mark, Kyanite's in front of her and even uses her damaged arms to stop the little career. If it was Matthew, she'd slip right by him without a care. But Kya was risking the pain of performing such movements. So after a slight push to move forward anyways, she doesn't resist. Though the innocent face has pure hatred written all over it. Why the one on her side was holding her back, she wasn't sure. "You're so lucky..." Gala mumbles through gritted teeth, but doesn't finish her sentence.

Someone named Jin is mentioned, along with how Mark uses the crowd to his advantage. Little does he know the Hunger Games doesn't have speakers so the tributes can hear the audience's reaction. Whatever makes him sleep better at night. Then he mentions telling Matthew to bring a challenge, and cocky Mark already believes he won by the sound of his voice. If only Gala could get to him to give him a little taste of what her trainer would bring. But instead she stays behind Kyanite.

"No, you're not Jins. You're worse then Jins. At least any mark he's ever left on me I was able to hide..." Kyanite pulls out a few last harsh words. It only brings up the question of who this Jins guy is though. Now wasn't the time to act, but of course the little one was curious as she is over everything. She's directed to leave, and she has to debate on another attempt of an attack. By the look on Kya's face her words were enough though. Gala gives a death glare as she's gently pushed away.

"I can't wait to see my trainer kick your ass." Gala's unable to resist saying as they exit, and her blue eyes finally peeling away from Mark.... "Who's Jins?" She questions once they're a good distances away from the gym.

[Dylan189]

Mark smile to Kya as she walks away. " If you knew Jins like I knew him, you would know that you are deeply mistaken. " Mark shakes his head and turns back to the dummy. {end thread here? Good thread guys, had fun hope we can do it again sometimes.