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[Anatra]

Revival Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen Tyren Orca - Alba Orca - Alex Orca [Un-neededly-long-intro-that-you-don't-need-to-read-but-can-for-context-and-coolness] District Two had a chill to it this morning. The house's heating was on full and you couldn't go outside without getting cold hands, ears and nose. The District was spending all its money getting houses warm, furnaces warm and mines from being too warm. The battle continues as Tyren escapes his far-too-warm bed for the bathroom, where he gets a drink of water straight from the tap. The sun is barely out, it must be around five or six o'clock in the morning. Barely anything is happening outside, apart from the droning of the mines which is forever in the background. Tyren didn't notice it, but he walked to the bathroom. And for the most part, without falling over. He is clearly on the mend. He goes downstairs and expects to find nobody, so he is surprised when he sees his cousin Alba, who was staying at the house tonight as per every week, curled on the couch. She has her own room, but she must have been displeased with the heat as well. "You too?" She says from her laid down position, eyes still closed. "Can't stand the cold." He takes a seat on an opposite singular seat. Alba opens her eyes to see him and she is instantly shocked as she sits up. "I thought you were Alex." Her surprise is clear in the way she speaks. "Disappointed?" He chuckles at her. "You're getting better then?" She interrogates him - she is eager to see the promise he made fulfilled; 'I will train you before the reaping.' He said to her. "For the most part. Still get splitting headaches, but training will sort that." She is only sixteen, but her excitement seems more child-like - "We training then?" She quizzes. "Well if you wake Al' up, we can get going now. It's only..." He checks the clock, a smirk of humor appearing on his face. "...Early." She shakes her head with a mutual smirk of humor, standing herself up and making her way upstairs. "I'll get him." When Alex comes downstairs, with his short hair and equally as short stubble, he sees Tyren in the kitchen pouring a glass of milk, Alba walking down the stairs behind him. "I didn't even believe you." He says, rushing towards Tyren to give him a brotherly hug which causes the milk to spill straight into the sink. "..." Alba holds in laughter while Tyren laughs and wrestles Alex off, the little duel not causing that much noise to wake their parents. Alex, being Tyren's non-identical twin, wasn't hurt badly at all in the pregames. It is in this moment that the trio look at each other, knowing how each of them was feeling. Happiness, content. Finally they are together and normal again. The group together in a kind of group huddle and remind themselves of how close they were to losing another Orca. "Come on, let's go." Alba commands with some enthusiasm. It is clear to at least Tyren that she has changed a great deal since he has came back from the hospital - she is hiding how she really feels though. Everyone has their own way, and that seems to be hers. [okay-post-begins-here-enjoy] ------------------------- The three arrive at the training hall and Tyren walks in front of the two - they wanted him to be the first in, because he has waited the longest to do it again. He walks into the main hall, and at first the atmosphere was normal. It halted. People halted. Heads turned and suddenly Tyren was being looked at. Inspected, judged. Alba and Alex stand right behind him, defiant of anything anybody had to say. One career stands from a group near the corner. Each footstep that he makes towards Tyren and his relatives echoes across the silent hall. His face is stern, and he looks ready to kill - turns out that is just what all careers look like. He offers a hand to Tyren. He takes it with a shake. The room slowly returns, slowly revives. They walk straight to the archery and Tyren and Alex both pick up a bow each. Alex gets training straight away while Tyren decides otherwise. "Alba, c'mere. Hold this." He hands her the bow and she smiles, taking it. He guides her to stand in the right stance, and be in the correct form. "I'm gonna teach you the bow, since it may be our only option one day." She was already good at knives, swords and a little bit of the spear, not much. "That's it." He confirms to her. "I won't be sec, just going for a drink." He tells the pair as he walks to the other side of the hall. He retrieves his drink from the dispenser that uses little white plastic cups and he takes a big gulp from it.

[Jessica]

Topher had been training at the center for some time before three arrived.  Push-ups mostly were what he specialized in since his wrist had healed.  He was well into the 70's when he noticed the new arrivals.  As he watched them hit the archery area, he sighed and kept pushing himself up and down.  He hated that he couldn't fire arrows from the bow.  Not since his last injury.  He was a well known klutz to everyone in District 2.  He never let the mocking get him down.  He pushed himself just as hard as everyone else.  Eventually, his wrist couldn't take any more.  He collapsed onto his belly with a gasp, reaching 76 push-ups.  He didn't care that he couldn't get himself doing more and flipped himself around for sit-ups.  Eventually the pain in his wrist was too much.  It hadn't fully healed since he had broken it too many times.  So he got up, got a drink and decided to see what others in the training center were up to. 

Topher took some tape and wrapped his wrist up for stability and took off his sweaty shirt.  It was warm in the center so he didn't mind being without it's warm.  Plus, he loved to show his abs off to any female in the area.  He walked toward the archery station and leaned against the wall to watch the three shoot arrows with envy.  So there he stood, catching his breath and cooling down from his work out.  Maybe he would try the bow and arrow again today.  His wrist wasn't the same, but he could try.  He liked to push himself as if it was his own way of proving he wasn't a klutz.

[Jack Lexington]

The snow is still falling outside like it has done for days. By now we have about three feet of snow on the ground and no end in sight.
With a cup of tea I sit at the window staring outside at the world. TV has become boring, so has studying for my engineering internship when all I can think about is that epic loss a week ago and how I pushed my girlfriend away because I feel like an absolute failure. Some people say second place is a great achievment. I'd like to disagree. I wil;l never set a foot into an arena again unless I have to. I even plan to let somebody take my place should I be reaped. What a difference from two weeks ago when I figured I could win the games. Pathetic!

My blue eyes become dry from staring outside at the cars and people passing by in the snow so I rub my 'good' hand over them and set the empty cup aside.
With some effort I get up and hobble to the door because I can't stay inside for one moment longer. Soon enough I'll go back to work even though there's little I can do with a broken right arm and hacked up leg.
Today I'll go to the training center and grab whatever is left in my locker. At least I get out of the house that way.

Bundled up in my winter coat and hat I set out for the long walk to the center. It's especially hard because I dread seeing the people there. I dread the way they will look at me after my loss, I dread their questions about my future training...I dread everything.

Yet I find myself walking into the big gate an hour later. By now I'm completely exhausted and in pain but I've come too far to turn around. So I grab the bag that is still in my locker and then walk over to the gym to warm up.

Shivering I walk inside to see who is here. There's only a blonde guy, who's a little younger than me, catching his breath a group of people further over at the archery station. Nobody takes any notice of me so I decide to get a drink of water.
The one person I did not dread is actually having a drink right there which puts a slight smile on my half frozen face. "Tyren. Hi." I greet him and put my bag on the ground. It's hard to hold onto it with a crutch in one hand and my other one in a sling.
"Are you training again?" I'm glad to see that he's recovering after the fight and I apparently haven't done any permanent damage.
For a moment I look around at the others and recognize his cousin. The blonde guy, however, I've never seen before. Another one of these young, hungry careers probably.

[Anatra]

Revival Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen A shot is fired. Alex's eyes follow to where Alba had hit. "On target, but a bit off. Good for a first try." He declares. She goes to take another arrow from the quiver upon her back only to have her gaze caught by an entering Matthew. "Look." She says lowly to Alex. She speaks again, "Look what came stumbling back." Alex takes note but his head lands at Alba "He's been through a lot." She snaps, "So have we." Her stubborn attitude flares. "We knew what we were in for. It wasn't a shock to us." She glares at him. "Maybe for you. I guess he did try and get Mark." Alex nods, seemingly glad that she had came to some kind of wisdom. "Exactly. Luckily I got myself out of there before any real damage could be done." He notches his own arrow and continues training. Alba goes to a table nearby and pretends that she is tying something together - she isn't, though. Instead she is looking where Matthew is going, watching like a hawk - a hawk, that would be her animal. Hawks have talons, eyes and the means to be the true predator. Maybe she is a crow, with the squawk and bead-eyes but not the strength or speed. Tyren finishes the cup of water quickly and throws it in the bin. He turns. "Tyren. Hi." His face seems a little surprised, but not absolutely shocked. "Hey, good to see you here again." He rubs his neck unintentionally, caressing the scar of his left side. "Are you training again?" His immediate answer would be No. But in fairness, getting out of the house is training these days. "Yeah, I guess you could call it that." His hand returns and they both slip into his pockets. "What about..." He looks to the crutch and sling-ed arm, pausing for a moment. "What're you doing here?"

[Jack Lexington]

MATTHEW DUNHAM

Today Tyren's attitude is a little different than when he offered me support after the fight. I didn't care for his attention back then but in retrospect I appreciate it. His tone today is colder, more reserved, maybe due to the people around.

our of the corner of my eye I see the girl, his cousin walk away from her target practise and closer to us. She doesn't greet me so I assumes she hasn't seen me. Maybe she just doesn't care to say hello. Who can blame her. I don't expect a big hello or cheer from anybody I meet at the center. Actually I do expect some of that but I know I won't like it. It'll embarass me.

Tyren states that he's sort of training again. "Not that easy, eh?" I ask wrinkling my brow once again reminded that I'm the reason why he's sporting these two large scars on his neck that haven't faded one little bit. Proof that he almost lost his life at my hands. I've said sorry to him and would like to do it again. I also know he doesn't need more sorries.

He asks what I'm doing here so I motion for the bag at my feet. "Just collecting my stuff."
It's obvious that I didn't come to do some laundry so I sigh and look over at the other guy who is still shooting at the target. "I'm quitting."
If I recall it correctly I've told him before.
At the very same time I'm tempted to just stay and watch. Nothing in my life has ever held my interest like combat training.

[Anatra]

Revival Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen "Not that easy, eh?" There's little Tyren can think of other than, It actually is.. Constant battles between the old career and new worker rage within him. They fight it out here and there. He wants to be nice, calm and collected. But arrogance, defiance and such end up beating down the better half of him. "Well, it's alright I suppose. I have backup." He nods his head in the direction of Alba and Alex, Alba nearby but at the table. She smiles back at Tyren but gives a stern look at Matthew. Alex remains unaware for the most part. "Just collecting my stuff." He replies. "I could've done it for you if you asked." He sighs. "I'm quitting." Tyren sigh back. "No you're not." He turn on his heel quickly before he has a chance to defy it. "Come on." He insists. His steps go in the direction of Alba and Alex. "Guys, this is Matt-" She interrupts. "Yeah, we know." Alex steps forward, bow still in hand but non-aggressively at his side. He holds out a hand for Matthew. "I'm Alex, nice to meet you." His voice is deep and he seems older but he isn't in fact. "You were really brave in the arena. I seen your fight with Mark." Alex has a couple of bruises all up both arms and on his neck.

[Jack Lexington]

I fully expected Tyren to let me go because he knows the state I'm in from our talk at the pub. I even expect a speech on why not to quit. The one thing that I don't expect is his simple 'No, you're not."
I'm too baffled to even reply. Who is he to tell me whether I'll quit or not. Cocking my ehad to the side I want to tell him that this is my decision but he's already introducing me to his partners.

The girl is clearly not too impressed with me being here. She didn't seem this unfriendly the other day in front of the hospital but I can't balm her. After all I beat her cousin to pulp. Then again, he cut my fingers off...I think we're even.

The other guy is much friendlier. The fact that he looks just like Tyren at a closer distance makes me forget my objections for a moment.
"Are you two twins?" I look at him baffled and nod. "Nice to meet you." offering him him my left hand because it's the more usable one out of the two. Any motion on my right side still hurts too much.
"You were really brave in the arena. I seen your fight with Mark." He's the first person to actually comment on the fight, who I don't know.
I avert my gaze because I don't feel like I was brave at all. "I let him beat me." I have no problem expressing how I feel. The resentment against my own inabilty to strike when needed.
"Were you rooting for him?" I wonder although I have the idea that they might have been all on my side.

[Anatra]

Revival Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen "Are you two twins?" Although they aren't identical, they are twins. They look more like brothers than they do twins, though that's mainly because their hairstyles are different. Tyren and Alex both share a set of brown eyes, and their facial features are relatively similar. "I let him beat me." Tyren privately thinks otherwise. Yet, he won't question it. It isn't anybody's place to. Alex's friendliness isn't something Tyren had known was really possible. Usually, Alex would be stern and uncooperative. Maybe the pregames had changed him too. "Were you rooting for him?" Alex answers, but Alba and Tyren both shake their heads as well. "He beat me, too. It's difficult to think you're the best when you get knocked down like that." In a sense, Alex can understand where Matthew is coming from, maybe even how he might be feeling. By mixing how Tyren feels as well, it is possible for a mutual understanding to arise. Alba stays out of the conversation, picking up her bow and practicing some more in the background. "You shouldn't quit. Alba, tell him." Tyren looks back at Alba with an expectant look. "I already have, yet he's still quitting." Tyren presses his look, appearing more serious. She sighs, giving up resisting, holding the bow in aim. She fires, reluctantly releasing "Loss doesn't make you a loser." at the same time. Tyren looks at Matthew once more. He doesn't say anything else though. "Leave him be. If he wants to leave, let him. It's his choice." Alex states to the pair. Alex has always been this kind of person. The bridge between reason. Alba continues training, moving further away from the group.

[Jack Lexington]

Instead of telling me whether they'd been in favour of Mark, they tell me. "He beat me, too. It's difficult to think you're the best when you get knocked down like that." I guess that explains that they were on my side even though I beat Tyren.
"It's impossible, because we're not." I'm getting a little desperate here. Each of us practically got beaten by one guy: Mark.
"He's a little tougher, a little stronger, a little more ruthless and he doesn't make mistakes." I grit my teeth when I speak because the truth hurts...me especially. "That's what makes him better in combat than all of us."
I shake my head in desperation. If he was here right now I'd never admit these things but I'm done pretending I was the best because I'm not.

Even though I'm starting to feel that anger against my own mistakes again they try to tell me that I shouldn't quit.
Something that the girl says, who mostly just shoots her arrows at the large target in front of her, catches my attention. "Loss doesn't make you a loser."
Her words sound clever, almost wise but to me they don't make a lot of sense. Not at first anyway.
"Doesn't make me a winner either." I angrily kick at the dirt beneath my sole.
"Leave him be. If he wants to leave, let him. It's his choice." The brother, Alex, finally tells his siblings.
I couldn't agree with him more.
"I trained to win...that didn't happen. What's the point now? Try again? Not bloody likely. If Mark was the only one I'd have to go up against I might even take my chances but not against you..." I motion for Tyren and his brother. "Or any of you guys. When you were down and blood was gushing from you neck..." I remember vividly how I felt. That second when I thought he was dying because of me was way worse than me loosing my fingers or any other injury.
"...I thought I'd killed you. And for what? Fucking stupid pregames!" My face has turned a deep shade of red as a result of anger and embarassment.
"Killing people isn't a game. I'm done with this shit. If the Capitol wants to reap me..so fucking what. They just use us like puppets on a string anyway no matter how hard we train...send a little gift, send a sand storm, tracker jackers.." I motion wildy with both arms to imitated what's going on in the arena each year and completely forget that I should hold that broken arm still.
Where all this revelation is coming from I have no idea. I've never talked this way, never thought this way. Maybe loosing to Mark is making me insane, because if anybody rats me out I'm on my way to the dc faster than I can grab my crutch.

[Anatra]

Revival Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen "I trained to win...that didn't happen. What's the point now? Try again? Not bloody likely. If Mark was the only one I'd have to go up against I might even take my chances but not against you..." There are others things than the games. Tyren thinks to himself. Alex would agree if it were said aloud. "Doesn't make me a winner either." Alba barely listens. Her attention is elsewhere, on other things and other people. She stands there with her bow, occasionally firing. It may be strange how she can just zone out - but little to many know at all, there are things that happen that even she can't neglect feeling bad about. "Or any of you guys. When you were down and blood was gushing from you neck..." Tyren's face looks conflicted. He doesn't want to remind himself of it, but he has to now. He never says it, but he is ashamed of losing. Loss, to him, is a defeat that prepares you for a future victory. Except more and more he is getting convinced that there is no future victory, and that he will never be reaped, and never be tested again. Maybe he had lost his chance for that victory. Alex doesn't like hearing it either, and a part of him wants to tell Tyren to go for the day - knowing how he feels about it. "...I thought I'd killed you. And for what? Fucking stupid pregames!" Tyren doesn't know how to feel. He feels isolated. Being around his family helped him be more confident, and look less wounded. But now he imagines himself alone with Matthew talking about the thing that changed him most, both of them in fact. "Killing people isn't a game. I'm done with this shit. If the Capitol wants to reap me..so fucking what. They just use us like puppets on a string anyway no matter how hard we train...send a little gift, send a sand storm, tracker jackers.." There was absolute logic in what he was saying. It made complete sense but neither of them want to accept it. "Don't, not here." Says Alex, being the bridge again. "Yeah, you have enough problems, you don't need peacekeepers storming your house." Alba interrupts snidely, still practicing. Tyren waits to respond. There aren't tears in his eyes, but his face looks serious. He means business, it is just whether or not he has the balls to say it. "Matt. You did nearly kill me, but I won't hold you to things you did in that arena. It was my choice to go in there. And it was my choice to stay strong." He takes a deep breath. "You should do the same. There's people that will depend on you one day." Tyren turns himself to hide this side of him. He doesn't like expressing himself or showing how he feels. Not because it is weakness, just because he likes to keep control of himself. He takes the bow from Alex and angrily, for the first time since the hospital, notches an arrow that was lying on the table beside the lane. He pulls it tight and shoots it quickly. It lands directly in the head of the target. He takes a sigh of relief, as if that helped him feel better.

[Jack Lexington]

"Don't, not here." and "Yeah, you have enough problems, you don't need peacekeepers storming your house." They warn me. What doesn that girl care? She doesn't like me anyway?
Plus I might be on some peace keepers watchlist already because I shot Jins. Who knows. Maybe it's just a matter of time until they come knocking.
They are right, I need to tone it down. People have been flocked publicly for less. We do not speak up against the Capitol nor do we question the games and what happens in them . We win or loose that's it.
I have a choice to make. I can blow my top and let out my anger and gain nothing. Or I can save my skin and be quiet.
Fuming I make that choice I grit my teeth but bite back any other comment that's lingering on my tongue.
"You're right." My voice sounds almost choked up.

It's Tyren who finally looks me in the eye like he never has before. He looks straight into me with those deep eyes.
"Matt. You did nearly kill me, but I won't hold you to things you did in that arena. It was my choice to go in there. And it was my choice to stay strong."
I guess he could have waved the white flag. That's true.
"You should do the same. There's people that will depend on you one day." I look at him slowly calming down and breathing more evenly while trying to make sense of his words.
Who will depend on me? My father? Kyanite? Other careers?
"What do you mean?" Is he talking physically strong or mentally? I could use both I guess.
"There's nobody who really needs me."
He might be right though. Maybe one day, if I don't let my talents go to waste I might be of use to somebody. That day is so far away though.
I clap him on the shoulder and nod. "I'm glad you've come to terms with this whole shit...I'm not there yet."
At least the talk with him has given me slight hope that I might reach the same sort of understanding.

[Anatra]

Revival Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen One deep breath later and the suddenly tense atmosphere calms down to a release. "You're right." Alex nods. His work was done. The bridge has been crossed, so to speak. "What do you mean?" Strong, Tyren repeats in his mind. "Willpower." "There's nobody who really needs me." Tyren's mind automatically answers privately; "Nope. That's a lie." That is because Tyren thinks he knows of one person, not himself. He isn't going to bring it up, because Matthew won't want to hear a lecture on relationships from somebody who isn't even in one. "I'm glad you've come to terms with this whole shit...I'm not there yet." "You will be soon enough. Hard work pays off, you don't always know when though." Tyren seems to be full of it today. Wisdom pouring from every word apparently. It's not a common thing, those around him shouldn't get used to it. "Ty, enough with the drama already, you're killing me." Alba says with a slightly dark humor behind her words. She seems to get bitter in company of others. Maybe she's showing off... "Alb', you're holding it wrong." Alex says to her. She rolls her eyes unknowing that Alex has figured her little ploy out - Make it looks like shes really strong and can back-chat Tyren and Alex in front of Matthew. It's a pathetic attempt at flirting which really doesn't work, clearly. "I'm hitting them fine, though." She refuses to admit defeat, a familiar concept. "Right..." Alex says with a trailing voice, looking to the single arrow on the target, the rest (around five) are all misses, but still hit the board. Just not the target itself. "...Carry on then, Archer girl." A play on words. Tyren's old nickname was 'Archer Boy', given by Mark. Maybe that joke was a little sour for the situation but Alex doesn't know much better really.

[Jessica]

Topher was used to not being noticed by the more stronger careers.  So he went off to do his own thing, eves dropping a bit.  He wasn't going to intrude on the archers if it was being used.  He didn't want to be laughed at because of his injury.  Instead, he grabbed more water and took a seat near the chatting teens, smirking.  He didn't want to disrupt them, but he just seemed to find the entire conversations they all were having amusing in a way.  He kept his distance as he used a towel to push the sweat off his body while he cooled down.  These weren't the type of kids he socialized with usually.  Most of them would see him do something and laugh at him like he was dead meat.  Didn't matter that he would fight back, but he was smart to not stick his head into things that didn't concern him.  His right hand held the quarts around his neck as he shut his eyes for a moment and then decided he had enough waiting time and wanted to give the anarchy a shot, and possibly get it back in top notch shape with his skills.

"Mind if I get a few shots in?"  Topher suddenly asked interrupting the conversations.  He kept his smirk on his face and his blue eyes glinted with confidence as he grabbed a bow and a few arrows off the wall.  




((OOC: sorry I was online for the big stuff >_<))

[Jack Lexington]

"Willpower."
His words echo in my mind. If there’s one thing I’v ebeen truly lacking lately it’s exactly that: Willpower.
I nod in agreement but avert my gaze.



Tyren disagrees with me on not having anyone who needs me. He must be thinking about Kyanite because he doesn’t know my father. “We’re not together anymore.” I mutter. How has he figure ot out anyway? I tried to hide my relationship so badly to a point where it actually hurt the girl not to be shown affection in public.
He promises me that I’ll come to terms with my situation but “I doubt it.” His words seem way to wise for his young age.
“You sound like you’re a hundred years old.” I try to lighten the neavy mood while his cousin tells him to quit talking. So he goes back to giving her pointers.
“If anybody can give you pointers with the bow it’s him.” I remember painfully how he shot two arrows in my arm and leg even under the pressure of loosing an immense amount of blood himself.
Praising him is the best I can do to make up for cutting his neck.
>His cousin tries hard but isn’t anywhere close to what he can do with an bow and arrow. Some refined art that is.

The boy, who has a similar mob of hair on his head as I used to not even a week ago, stayed silent and minded his own business this whole time. Good for him but since our heavy conversation is over he now joins the group at the target station.
"Mind if I get a few shots in?" I hear him with only half my mind there because I’m mulling over Tyrens words. Will I really come to terms with this sort of crap. I lean heavily on the crutch and watch the group of four. There’s a tiny urge to join them, show them up, do better, just like I always did but there’s a larger urge to call it quits. So all I do is stand and watch. I’m curious how Tyren does it? How does he go on with his life after being defeated and almost killed.
The young kid reminds me of myself because he’s got that cocky grin, full of confidence on his face like nothing can bother him when he shoots a few arrows. How I wish I was still like him.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Gala Thomas
Age Thirteen 3/4
District Two

Following directions has always been Gala's biggest downfall, except for her lack of concern for school and her education. Authority issues have always been present though. As far as she can remember she's been the one in trouble and facing punishments. Once the Thomas parents disappeared that all changed though, well kind of. With five older sisters they did their best to control the little one; but every lecture Gala would zone out for, and unless they kept a close eye on her she'd escape from being grounded. A few times she annoyed them so much with all of this one would be tempted enough to raise her hand, ready to slap the deviant child though they have yet to actually do so. They're not their father, so within the long-run they've all nearly given up on controlling her.

The disobedience from participating in the pregames, not ones but twice, brought back a bit of desire in her older sisters to bring back discipline. Of course they'd pick the easiest time of when Gala's broken, keeping her locked away requires hardly any effort. Cabin-fever kicks in quickly as she's always been the type to be running around looking for a pointless adventure. Balancing on her broken foot for long causes as much pain as it does to sit in bed all day. She's constantly kicking her legs to exert energy, but nothing rids of her desires to escape the four walls.

The first day Gala's left alone she's lucky enough to be visited by no other then Kyanite. Having interaction does chill her need to escape, keeps her occupied and distracted, but by the next day her legs are still throbbing for movement. She wasn't used to the girly chat, and being helpful & comforting, but pulled it off. Still the following day now has her craving a punching bag. One more conversations about relationship drama will have her pulling out her hair. She was extremely happy to be trusted by Kyanite, but the young career had no clue about that sort of stuff as she clearly leans towards the tomboy side. Plus she couldn't help but feel it's partially her fault, all of their fighting started when Kya and her battled. Her next opportunity to escape Gala takes it, and even though it's impossible for her to train she automatically goes for the career gym.

Bone breaker. The fight with Kyanite completely takes away everyone's memory of Gala's first match with Mason. Yeah, it was another lose, but she did pretty great. For a tiny career to go up against one of the biggest, unarmed as well, and pull off two broken bones. A proud grins stays upon her face as the other careers quickly avoid eye contact with the cripple. Especially with these casts she can easily repeat the crack of a shin, though she doesn't dare to. The idea pulls a bit of happiness to her though. Matthew or Kyanite have to be here, there both so determined, certainly they'll be eager to get back to training, right?

The sight of her trainer brings the proud grin stretching from ear-to-ear. He'll probably refuse to start training her yet, but seeing him up and about is enough joy for one day. Has he really already started training again? She sees him talking to a couple others, but no weapons are present in his hands nor close to him. Either way Gala barges into the gym, not caring about her lack of an invite.