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[Anatra]

Revival Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen “If anybody can give you pointers with the bow it’s him.” Tyren's sudden flattered state doesn't appear on his face nor body in any way - but he feels it. He never really gets praised for his skills. "Mind if I get a few shots in?" A voice echoes at Tyren and those around. "Sure, go ahead." He says. Gala comes straight into the gym and appears to be walking towards the group. Tyren recognizes her, but he is unsure of whether that is a good thing or not - nevertheless, he keeps relatively quiet as need be. "Matt, I'm..." Alba states, turning from her training with Alex behind her. Perhaps they'd been talking the whole time. "It's not like me... Well, it is, but I don't mean it. What I..." "What she means to say is she's sorry." Alex finishes for her. There was quite a bit to be apologetic about. A tense environment is stressful, and her nitpicking only made things worse. She nods reluctantly at Alex's confirmation. Tyren continues firing in the background, looking as though he was in the zone. "Cheers, dad." She blurts out at him with a mocking tone. In all practicality, it is suggested that Tyren is better than Alex with the bow. Fact of the matter is, they are boy of similar standards, just at different ranges and such. Tyren is better at long range while Alex is better at short. Tyren gets close with knives whilst Alex manages to still use the bow up close. Together, they'd be unstoppable. If only their training wasn't a wasted effort. Only one of them could possibly be in the Games now, as soon they'll both turn 18, meaning they wouldn't be old enough a year after - unless there is some kind of Quell Twist that demands two male tributes, and it just so happens to be them - doubtful. Returning from the 'zone', Tyren turns to Alex and talks quietly; "Did Alba just apologize?" "If that's what you call it." He replies with a jesting attitude. "Anything short of the word sorry is an apology for her." "Is she drooling? I think she's drooling." Tyren laughs under his breath, his laugh looks and is cheeky. Though it feels best to smile from cheek to cheek for once. "Get her a tissue, for fucks sake." Alex joins the joke. It was a joke, she wasn't literally drooling at all. But perhaps she was blushing, a little. It was so obvious what was happening right now though.

[Jack Lexington]

Everybody agrees to let the blonde kid get a few shots in and as we stand and watch what he's doing Alba approaches me.
I think that's what her name is anyway. I remember Tyren telling me that she's my cousin and he asked me whether I like her...whatever that means. The whole conversation the other day made me a little curious about the pretty girl though.
"Matt, I'm..." she looks a little fidgety. "It's not like me... Well, it is, but I don't mean it. What I..." Is this some weird way of apologizing? I guess it is according to Alex.
"Cheers, dad." The girl confirms but their banter puts a little smile on my face. I wish I had that sort of relationship with my sister.
"That's alright. I was pretty rgumpy myself. heck, I still am." I confess because I really haven't been myself lately. Usually I feel on top of the world, like I won this gym but not today.
I offer her a kind smile silently wondering whether she really harbors some sort of interest for me.

Just then I notice Gala, my little trainee, who's been secretly sneaking into the gym. She's still got her foot in a cast which immediately makes me ask. "What are you doing here? Are you going to run laps in that?"
I guess she could be asking me the same thing. Only that I'm dressed in jeans and a button down shirt rather than a gym outfit.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Something about being isolated within a bedroom brings a lot of hope in any situation. It's difficult to travel, and with knowledge it'll take a while sneaking out is also difficult. It has to be during a time her sisters will be out for while, and having a lot of them it's not often. While at home she's stuck within her small room though. They all have no interest in her, and she'd rather torture herself with boredom then hang out with them. See her trainer within the gym brings the biggest joy to Gala though, forgetting about what happened last time they met.

One of the other career's she actually knows...well sort of. She didn't have the best opinion of Tyren given he was one of Matthew's opponents, but then again after his fight with Mark he seemed to care. For some odd reason he even partially stood up for the youngster by including her in the fact they were staying after Matthew's fight. Though she still doesn't understand him fully there's no hatred, though the rest are all foreign career she may have seen around. It's a weird feeling as she enters the large gym, as though she's just missed a joke.

"What are you doing here? Are you going to run laps in that?" Matthew's the only one to acknowledge her presence with a joke on running. As if, she didn't even change for such a thing...though she couldn't run if tried. The casted foot's one thing, but her healing lung? Anything someone with asthma can do is about her limit at this point. Getting closer Gala's able to tell Matt's also not in gear to do training as well. Maybe he was really serious about not wanting her as a trainee anymore. She quickly prevent a sunken face.

"Maybe break a few bones, but no running." Gala tries at a joke as she moves closer. Unsure of what she's even doing here honestly her eyes avert to study the other ones within the room. A female which is a nice surprise, a guy that seems Matthew's age, and another one that appears much younger though too tall to be close to Gala's age. Odd bunch, but then again she hasn't had a large share of career group conversations.