Familiar places (Cameo)

[Jack Lexington]

MMATHEW DUNHAM

The sliding doors in front of me look a little too familiar for my taste. For almost a whole month I’ve been back and forth to the hospital and know it inside out by now. I got out of the first battle so clean that I though I was invincible until the second round came along which made me see the loss of two fingers and a few puncture wounds. I repeatedly had to come back to get those fingers checked and the last battle only made things worse for me. More puncture wounds and a broken arm. I’m a walking disaster and that’s not even speaking of my mental state after loosing and breaking up with Kyanite.

Today I’m back to get those fingers checked once again and the stitches in the back of my leg removed, where Mark so kindly had stuck his spear. So I ignore the doors and step inside to hobble along those long sterile hallways until I reach the registration desk for the walk in patients.
The area is filled with people. Most of them bundled up in some sort of gauze and bandages. There’s an old man with a bandage on his head, two women in dire need of care and a mother with her son whose expression is clearly unhappy.
“We had a few emergencies come in. There’ll be a bit of a wait.” The nurse informs me and hands me a form. “Take a seat.”
“Wonderful.” I mutter before I let my gaze wander around to find a seat as far away from everybody else as I can.
In the corner I find a spot. So I lower myself onto one of the plastic chairs and lean my head against the wall.
There’s nothing else to do than watch the other patients out of curiousity.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Vy Pryce
District: Two
Age: Eighteen

The crying has generally stopped, and sometimes Vy manages to get four entire hours of sleep at a time. Still Brooklyn's a lot to handle though, not to mention being a career as well, and pretending to get through school. As if an education actually matters. Plus she has enough to balance already with the peacekeeper academy coming up. Training, baby, training, baby, maybe a couple of hours of sleep if she's lucky. Right on schedule a tiny hand shoves itself into Vy's face to force her from slumber. A groan returns from her lack of enough sleep, but she knows that won't make a difference for Brooklyn. As if a two-year-old cares about someones need for more rest. "Go back to bed." Vy mumbles a complaint that only makes the toddler giggle and weakly push at her some more. It's playtime, always playtime.

"You little jerk." Vy would never allow anyone else use such a name her the innocent little ball of joy, but being the only one that had to carry her and loses sleep due to her, she's allowed. Somehow she manages to pull her head away from the pillow and sit-up, causing a squeal of excitement from the little one. "I really need to lower your mattress in the crib." Or maybe actually get her a toddler bed, but that's too much to consider. There's a way to lower the platform so she's not tall enough to get over that bars. Vy just has to get around to actually doing it. For now, it's the perfect alarm clock. A weak baby slap is surprisingly a lot more pleasant then a scream and a whine.

With only an hour to go before Vy's mother takes the baby shift she settles for the normal routine. Skip the shower, change them both into whatever's clean, and get Brooklyn to eat whatever she's willing to. It's amazing how picky little kids can be. The tv stays completely turned off as to avoid any news on the hunger games. As if anyone should be watching them, but certainly not a youngster. Instead the little one's odd noises fill the small house. Soon Brittany, Vy's mother, will be up and then she can head to training. Even with only a little bit of sleep in her that sounds perfect. She loves Brooklyn more then anyone else, but still needs a break every once in a while.

The worst move ever would be disturbing Brittany as she sleeps, Vy learned that harshly at a very young age. Now she's stronger but still avoids the conflict of waking her mother. Still she arrives in the kitchen clearly woken on the wrong side of the bed. The sight of her granddaughter brings a little bit of a better expression upon her face, though it turns soar with everything look towards her daughter. "Good morning to you to." Vy greets anyways as her mother goes stray to googling over Brooklyn. She's too old for that and clearly doesn't like it, Vy says nothing more though.

"Going to school?" Brittany questions, which is the oddest thing ever. Even she knows the lack of worth in Vy's education. Already she's far behind, with strength making up for her lose in other talents. Fight's her thing. Most likely she'll be drawn within the games somehow, though she only has one year left.

"Yeah right." Vy chuckles at the idea.

"Being chosen to volunteer takes more then just strength you know Vanity." Brittany pulls out her horrible real name. Only a fifteen year old would name their daughter that. "What are you going to be if you're not in the games?" She questions with a mocking laugh.

"A signed up for the peacekeeper academy." Vy informs with a lower tone. Maybe it's not the best idea to tell her mom such a thing. She's the type to take anything to use to destroy her. Then again it's impossible to keep anything away from her for long, it was bond to happen.

"Really?" Brittany laughs as if her daughter's being sarcastic as usual. This time she wasn't though. "Peacekeepers don't even like you with how much trouble you cause, and you're going to be one of them?" She's just unable to believe it. "As if you have the discipline and smarts to be a peacekeeper!"

Of course. How else would she react? Knowing that she'll be treating Brooklyn a lot kinder Vy leaves with trust her daughter will be fine with the horrible woman. After all she's survived this long, and so as her mother. Without another word Vy storms out of the house with only her gym bag. As if she'd actually go to school. The built up anger has her jogging to the gym to get cardio out of the way. With the winter still lingering upon them her lungs are burning upon them, and the sweet clings around her entire shirt like an icicle. Quick shirt change before training.

The mirror catches her reflection before she's able to leave. How odd that she despises the image so much, yet resemblance to her daughter's so present and she holds the most beautiful face. This career that Brittany has made is so annoying. Unable to hold a serious conversation, stupid enough to get pregnant, with no future aside from hoping to get into the games. As much as she refuses for her mother to be right, she actually is. The mirror shatters and instantly her hand pulses with pain. She shakes her hand to rid of the tiny shards then runs her bleeding knuckles just to make sure all of the glass is gone. Perfect, smart move.

"You're going to have to go to the hospital, we don't have any thread to stitch you up this time." With how ruthless Vy can get it's common to see her within the nurse's office. This time though they're unable to help her. She sighs at the thought of so much time wasted over one stupid mistake. With a cloth pressed tightly against her left knuckles she makes the journey.

A bit of a wait, just great. Vy signs her name in, though with the bleeding controlled she's not a real emergency. Gazing around the room she searches for the best seat. Someone catches her eyes though. She wasn't sure his name exactly but did watch bits of the pregames where she could. Once caring for Brooklyn, another at a bar, so and so forth. But the guy sitting in the corner's the one that nearly won. What victory he must be feeling to make it so far. Simply by knowing he's also a career Vy decides to take a seat a few chairs down from him. "Great fight." Vy decides to comment as she sinks into her chair, and even gives a slight grin though hardly keeps eye contact.



((OOC: Sorry about the length, I need it for the PAT))

[Jack Lexington]

I'm half asleep with my eyes closed and my head slightly turned to the right but resting against the wall to avoid pressure on the stitches back there that cost my my beloved long hair. At the time when it happened I didn't give a shit. They told me they had to shave the area around the cut so I told them to get rid of it all but now I'm starting to regret it. It was something that made me stand out from the crowd, from your average young career. It let people know that i don't necessarily conform to what's expected.

"Great fight." Somebody says loud enough to break through my half sleep and when I open my eyes I see the source of the voice. It's a blonde girl, who's maybe two or three years older than I am, sitting across from me. She's in training pants holding her hand that has a bloody towel wrapped around it. Everything about her scream career but I've never seen her at the center.
"Ya, thank you." I tell her because it's what I tell everybody. I can't really tell them. "Not good enough." Strangely enough today I do.
"Could have been better. But I guess you know that."

I cradle my right arm that's still supported by the sling under my jacket in my other one and nod at her.
"Career?"
I guess an odd conversation is better than musing about lost hair.
"What did you do?" I hope she doesn't tell me that she's actually a house wife and cut her hand while preparing lunch. I'd look pretty stupid with my assumption then.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Just how any career, or fighter, would respond his how the nearly winner takes his compliment on a good fight. He agrees, and gives a kind thanks. Judging by his lack of a perked up tone at the topic, he's not that thrilled over his accomplishment. In reply Vy gives a small nod before fading away her grin. The unexpected spills out at he admits to it not being good enough. A spark on interest arrives in the female career. Honesty? That's an odd quality for anyone holding the title of career. Maybe she shouldn't be so short to determine this on account the other day she somehow ran into a gentlemen at the actual gym! Apparently this part of the district holds a few.

"Could have been better. But I guess you know that." Yeah, Vy would of gone straight in for the kill. It's easy to understand though, with how badly this guy beat up the first two, nearly killed the one in the second battle, he was probably scared of his strength by the last round. Pretty sure one's unable to win through actually killing their opponent, that may just be pushing it too far. Plus the guy he went up against was hardly scratched from his last fight.

If Vy was that close to winning and lost, she'd be furious. Now she becomes surprised that he's not more upset. "I can teach you a few pointers if you'd like." She plays a cocky grin upon her face with the offer. "Joking." Vy feels the need to reassure her lack of being serious. For some reason seeming like a complete jerk she's been trying to avoid. A bit of an ass hole sure, but not as hated as usual.

"How'd ya guess?" Vy questions sarcastically when asked if she's a career. Nearly everyone is within this district, and the one's who aren't are easily recognizable. But with muscles a teenager shouldn't have and an attitude of being able to take on anyone, Vy's nearly the poster-kid for careers. From knowledge that the pregames are only for careers, as if anyone else would actually join, she assumes this guy is as well. Plus she doesn't want to seem like she's mocking him by pointing out the obvious of his career status. The first joke was enough.

"What did you do?" A smile returns to Vy's face as she stares at the blood-soaking towel. For some reason getting hurt brings a bit or pride, the joys of having a crazy and young mother with the oddest training strategies. Enjoy the pain, use it as a trophy.

"Anger problems." Vy's voice is covered in a joking tone though she's actually being serious for a change. She punched the mirror, didn't even get into some awesome fight to use as an excuse. How pathetic. Maybe it's not the best time to become all truthful. She decides to leave it at the sarcastic reply and change the topic. "Still getting all healed up from the fights?" She returns the question though gives her guess on why he's here.

"Man I'd be pissed if I were you, making it so far and all..." Vy's unable to resist being a complete D-bag as she stays trailed upon the pregames. Certainly that's the last thing this guy wants to talk about...What was his name again? The announcer had to of shared it fifty times yet it blanks within her mind. "I'm Vy by the way. I may of watched the pregames, but I completely forgot about all your guy's names..." She doesn't beat around the bush or even attempt at a proper introduction.

[Jack Lexington]

The girl clearly is a career judging by her interest in the fight. She evn offers me a few pointers. Great! How do I tell her to fuck off politely? My face is just ready to turn stone cold when she adds that she's actually joking. I let out a sigh. "Okay." And shake my head. The last thing I need is pointers or people joking about them.
That was a bad joke." Why not tell her what I think.
I shift to sit up straight in the uncomfortable plastic chair.

When asked about her hand she only replies "Anger problems."
I turn my head away from her and only eye her out of the corner of my eye. What kind of a girl would be like that? Career, yes, hot head, yes. Everything inside of me screams to stop this conversation and stay away from this chick because she'll only cause me trouble. I don't do well with girls, especially not the 'blow your top' kind.

She seems more interested in me than I am in her though.
"Still getting all healed up from the fights?" Well, we are at a hospital and the whole district saw how I got the shit kicked out of me. Plus I'm sitting here with my arm in a sling and a patch of gauze on the back of my head.
"Yup." I try to sound as little interesting as I can.

"Man I'd be pissed if I were you, making it so far and all..." She blurts out.
Whoa this girl has some nerve. How dare she adress exactly how I'm feeling when everybody else is congratulating me?
"Would you now?" I'm starting to have some anger issues as well if she doesn't shut her mouth.
Instead she offers me her name and states that she's seen 'all of yous' on Tv but doesn't know who I am.
Instead of telling her casually what my name is I turn my eyes back on her this time clearly unamused.
"Next time you watch, pay better attention. You might learn a thing or two...like respect." My face is stone cold and my eyes dare her to make a move. This girl has managed really fast to piss me off with her ignorance.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

It's not a funny joke. Well that's one person's opinion, but Vy finds a little comedy in all of her sarcastic remarks even the dark ones. Maybe it's too soon to be talking about the pregames? At least for all of the contestants aside from the winner. As for the the rest who stayed upon the audience, they probably find great joy in finally having entertainment that doesn't result in twenty-three deaths. This even the district citizens can cheer over and not feel guilty in the long run. It's voluntary and the pain's just as high as the actual games, pure entertainment.

"I don't think so..." Still a grin lingers upon her face though she knows she's on the verge of upsetting yet another person. For some reason Brittany did a better job at raising Vy with a bad attitude then anything else. But then on the other hand is almost feels as though everyone else just takes things too seriously. His eyes avert away from Vy, claiming she's once again ruined her chances of being on someone's good side. Oh well. It's not like she's able to stay there for long anyways, the rare times it does occur that someone doesn't completely hate her.

Her next question is simply stating the obvious. There's no initial signs of new wounds upon the guy, and it's probably only a week after that bloody battle. Still he answers with a blunt yup. At least he's not a smart ass like Vy? Decent respect, though it seems that she's beginning to push the big buttons. Why not just stop being rude? There's still a chance to back track on her behavior and show the sweet side that only comes out around Brooklyn...which is exactly why she's unable to prevent the sarcasm and jokes. Only Brooklyn's capable of taking that card away.

"Would you now?" It's clear that continuing this conversation may just be burying Vy's grave of having any friends. She gives a shrug with fear of giving a response will only cause more of a dislike. That last straw's pulled when she rudely admits for forgetting his name. "Next time you watch, pay better attention. You might learn a thing or two...like respect." Ouch. Maybe if he brought that fierce response into the arena with him. She makes a note to try to back off a little, though she tends to forget about using a filter.

"I've always heard that respect's earned." Vy comments but realizes she's crossed the line she's being viewed as disrespectful. A complete ass hole, smart ass, anything of the sort fits her title, but she does try to avoid going as far as the respect aspect. Still she's doing a terrible job at making up for her wrong word choices. "But uh..." The last thing she's good at are those stupid words of an apology. "I didn't mean to come off as a dick that much..." She manages to explain though avoids even coming close to eye contact.

Gazing over at the televisions in the corners is a comfortable, less-awkward spot to occasionally return to. It can be entertaining in worst of times, or a good way to start up conversation. All in all it's useful despite the very low, nearly nothing volume, but at least they provide subtitles. A trailer for a pregame's recap coming up airs on, though no one would know unless staring upon the screen. Finally battle; Matthew Vs. Mark. The grin returns to her face at the short flashes of introductions. "Matthew?" Vy questions and gestures her hand towards the television as to not seem like a stalker, though it changes to the preparation for the actual games. "Guess they're still playing the trailers, I'm sure you didn't want to see it anyways."

[Jack Lexington]

This girl clearly isn’t on the list of the few women I can actually stand. On the contrary. She’s well on the way of proofing once more why me and girls simply should not interact.
She doesn’t answer but only shrug just to respon in a nasty way again.
"I've always heard that respect's earned."
That’s true but it’s very inappropriate to tell a stranger, in this case me, that. I can only grit my teeth in order not to publically snap at her here in front of all these people. Now that a lot of them know me it would be highly inappropriate. But since when do I care about that? After all I beat up a girl in front of a store.
Just when I’m ready to lash out she takes some of her attitude back. "But uh...I didn't mean to come off as a dick that much..."
At least she realizes that she’s overstep her boundaries, especially since I don’t know her.

My eyes are still burning holes into her when I respond. “Try harder next time.”

I have a hard time containing my anger and the words that come spilling out with it but she’s not worth my bothering so I look away.

The only interesting thing around are the other patients or the small screen in the top corner of the room with the news flash that can hardly be heard over the constant talking and groaning in here.

As if I needed more publicity the recap of my lost fight comes on. How humiliating to see that but it’s the first time I’m actually watching the whole thing instead of switching channels. I can see Mark’s mouth move and even though it’s not audible I know exactly that this is what drove me to get so aggravated that I missed: His constant praising and unwanted tutoring.
It makes me feel sick to watch me miss and stumble on the small screen. It’s the end of the fight where I lost my club and he hauls off for the final strike that broke my humerus.
To watch this makes me tense up so much my arm actually starts hurting again.

Before I see the final score and the winner celebrating his achievement I lower my gaze. This is a little too much and it’s hard to keep a neutral expression so I get up from my chair, grab the crutch that I’ve leaned against the wall and slowly move around everybody’s feet.

I hear the girl guess my name and that I probably didn't want to see the recap.
"You're right. I didn't." I mutter while I pass her by.

I can practically feel their eyes on me when I leave, hear a few hushed voices and most of all feel my own heart thump in my chest so hard as if I was still in the arena.
I barely round the corner to lean against the next wall to process what I just saw. How can I ever get over this loss if everybody knows about it but nobody will acknowledge that I fucked up….except that girl in there. What was her name again? I should thank her not get mad at her.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

One thing that Momma beneficially taught was not allowing anyone to get under the skin, especially not strangers. If only Vy knew it's the ones she knows personally she should really be watching her temperature over. Only the ones closest know the real buttons to push a nerve. Somehow Vy's found the spot in her newly found...well what would be the word for someone who really despises someone else? Because it's clear that he's not fond on her one bit, it only brings up her smile in the worst of moments though. "Try harder next time." For a guy who's lost he has a lot of demands. Already knowing she was playing around on his bad side she decides to tone it down a bit.

"Will do commander." Vy gives a half-ass salute with an even worse grin as sarcasm continues to drip from her voice. At least she's chosen kinder words...right? As if she's going to completely turn a cheek and become all kind towards the soar loser. It'd be too fake anyways, and at the very best get her called two faced. Instead just keep down the harshness by a bit. Instead complete silence takes over the air...well as much as one can get while in a hospital waiting room. There's the lowered TV, patients complaining, nurses talking, people coming and going. As for the two careers though, silence.

As much as Vy hates to admit of other's right doing, maybe Matthew did have a point by telling her to rewatch the games. By the looks of it she did miss more then just their names, but maybe some good strategy moves? The obvious ones will be played by every career within this district, as for the rest that have fallen under the rug? There's a few that require just the right tweaking, the ones disregarded simply because it's performed by the loser...no one wants to be a loser. Her eyes stayed glued upon the short trailer, and it's not until her voice trails off to Matthew that she realizes he's leaving. His name wasn't called?

"You're right. I didn't." He admits sternly, dashing away as best as he can with a crutch, then around the corner and gone. With a raised eyebrow Vy wonders how someone can be so effected by one match. By the looks of everyone's eyes staring as he leaves, she understands. After losing one of her boxing matches, something that rarely happens, she's cursed with a bad attitude the rest of the night. But something that's so public? Following one around where ever they may go. Must be annoying. Still she doesn't go to comfort him, knowing that wasn't her place.

"Matthew Dunham."

When no one else gets up, Vy puts together that it's finally the career's turn. Did he complete leave? She chuckles slightly at the idea of making someone want to leave so badly they give up their place in line. A bit of guilt sets in though as she debates whether or not to try to take his spot or go tell him he's up. For some odd reason her feet carry her to the prediction of where he may of gone. "Hey uhh..." Well this is awkward as he leans disappointed against a wall. "Your name was called." She doesn't even explain that she's not usually nice, or a reasoning for why all of a sudden she's is being kind. "So yeah." She turns back to the way she came, not wanting to miss her name.

[Jack Lexington]

The longer I stand there and wait while I watch people with serious injuries being wheel by the more my mind gets taken of whatever looks people might be giving me. Eventually I just want to sit back down or get treated so I can go home and lay down.
Blood loss can be a bitch. It makes me so tired and weak even a week later due to an iron deficiency.

That's when the blonde girl turns the corner and then stops next to me. Great.
"Your name was called."She says. "Oh, really?" How did I miss that? Must have been too deep in thoughts.
"Thank you." I state in a low voice and push myself away from the wall because it"s finally my turn.
I stop for a moment next to her though.
"You have a terrible way with people but you're actually the first one to tell me that I sucked. Your honest. Thanks."
Then I pass her with a distinct hobble to find the right treatment room.

It takes a while for all the exams and x-rays to be done. My leg's healing nicely so I can get rid of the stitches just like the ones in the back of my head. Needless to say both will keep a few scars but I'm not too concerned about that. After all I'm not that pretty anyway.

What bothers me is that I'll have to wait another 5 weeks until I can start using my right arm again and the left one has minimal feeling in the severed fingers.
"It's more than we were hoping for." The old doctor on duty, whom I've been seeing a few times before, tries to cheer me up but I'm not happy with the result.
"Are you telling me that this is it?"
He shrugs and nods. "What do you expect?"
I'm not sure what I expect but I leave in the same crappy mood as I've arrived.
Once I'm outside the door I'm practically gunning for the sliding glass door still using that damn crutch that I'm disliking more and more. I feel old and broken.

For a brief moment I let my eyes wander around the hallway though to see whether that girl is still around.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

For the first time, in at least today, Vy makes the correct move by going to get Matthew to let him know that his names been called. Despite all of her previous rude remarks, he replies with a thank you. With a slight nod and grin she turns to depart from the well-known career. Maybe being nice isn't too bad...though the entertainment from a slick tongue's still quite higher. Being capable of it, performing the kind duties occasionally, that may be reasonable. His voice stops her feet from scurrying away though. "You have a terrible way with people but you're actually the first one to tell me that I sucked. Your honest. Thanks." The words are a bit confusing with the start of an insult. Her eyebrows crease inward with confusion.

So this guy wants to be told that he sucks? Well that's odd, though something Vy's completely capable at doing. Still she's unable to remember her exact words of him sucking. A sarcastic comment of teaching him a couple of pointers, but not a general loser. The twisted compliment's not going to be protested though. If Matthew wants to go with Vy being an honest person she'll take it. After all she's not really a liar....well aside from sharing her personal life of having a kid and a crazy mother. Aside from that it's all truth though, with no reason to stay around the bush. Maybe it's how she bluntly tells everything, or her lack of care in sugar coating crap.

"No problem?" Vy questions with a slight chuckle, simply surprised by Matthew's words all together. Just a second ago she could of sworn it was her horrible attitude that had him running out of the waiting room. "Any time!" The confidence returns before Matthew turns the corner and she gives out one last joke. Now for more waiting. The room becomes a little quieter without an argument and two angry careers, now there's only one that has to soak in her own memories.

"V.Y Pryce." The name pulls her from her thoughts, even though it's given wrong, and she dashes to the door as if they're going to put her back at the bottom of the list if she's not there in a second.

"It's Vy." She informs though doesn't stop her pace because she's already waisted enough time in this stupid place.

"What happened?" The nurse lucky enough to patch up Vy's knuckles questions, pouring alcohol to clear away the blood and incase there's any infections.

It takes a second for Vy to debate on whether telling the truth's a reasonable approach. Knowing she'll most likely only see this nurse within the hospital, and given her last feedback of being honest, she goes with not lying. "I punched a mirror." She shortly explains with a melancholy voice as if it's a common occurrence from people to punch mirrors.

"Really?" She sounds shocked but still continues with the sewing as if Vy's hand is only a pair of ripped jeans. "Why's that?"

"Are you a damn therapist or a doctor?" Vy's bad attitude quickly returns with her regret of telling the truth. Luckily it stays silent for the rest of the time though the nurse's face clearly screams how dare you talk to someone that's helping you like that. As if Vy actually cares though.

"Come back in a week to get them removed." She instructs at the end though Vy's already making her way to the door.

"I'll take them out myself, thanks." She informs over her shoulder.

It's impossible to miss the newly met career as Vy nearly dashes out as if the place is on fire. Once his built, yet crippled, form and blonde shaved head comes into few she slows down. Did she really want to talk to him though? The way they ended it last was actually good, this will only lead to her ruining that. Oh, well. "Doc fix you all up?" She questions, her feet still carrying her to the door though without great speed. Certainly this guy wants to leave as well after that wait.

[Jack Lexington]

She must have had to wait a long time because as I'm on my way out after all the tests and treatment she's just leaving as well. Her step is a lot faster than mine though. So she soon catches up to me.
"Doc fix you all up?" She asks and slows down once she reaches my side.
Does she really want to know? Am I going to tell her without it becoming some sort of news around the training center where other will be whispering in the same hushed voices as the people in the waiting room ‘Did you hear? Dunham’s hand is all screwed up. He won’t be a thread for anyone around here anymore just like he wasn’t for Mark.’ I play the scenario out in my head but come to the conclusion that I’m still better than a lot of others with just one good hand…or so I’d like to tell myself.
“Sort of.” I reply in a very vage way as we reach the glass door of the emergency entrance that silently slides to the side to let us step outside in the cold. Instantly the wind gives me a chill so I pull me collar higher to my chin and put my hat on with a bit of effort.
That’s when it becomes apparent what the problem is. Having one arm broken, the other half working with a crutch in it makes the fabric sit slightly sideways on my head and above my ears.
With a frown I explain. “I lost these two fingers in the second round. They’ve been reattached but don’t work at all.”
There , my old crappy mood that I’ve been holding on to for over a week now, returns. “So if you want to give anybody pointers how to beat me…there you go.”
“You? Got your anger problem taken care off?” It’s amusing to see a girl who would actually have that kind of issue. Most career girls are fierce but not necessarily the angry kind.
For a moment I stop out there wondering whether I should take the bus or actually call my father at work.
“Do you have a car?” I ask her because she might just give me a lift.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Just a simple Sort of is Matthew's answer on being fixed. Understandable, healing takes time and no doctor can change that...well not in district two at least. Immediately the cold greets them and Vy finds herself regretting her urgency to leave instead of getting her hand wrapped up. At least it's like an icepack, one that stings though. It's too early to shover on gloves, or risk stuffing them in her pockets. The idea of a stitch getting snagged on something's worse then the needles used to patch her up. Ignore the cold, she has to remind herself internally and luckily finds words to distract her. Maybe she didn't set that bad of a first impression. Ever since meeting Jaren she catches herself considering how rude she's being, it does help a little....though the lack of sarcasm doesn't slip, and that may just be the worst part of it all.

“I lost these two fingers in the second round. They’ve been reattached but don’t work at all.” Honesty as well? This is all probably about that last comment Matthew made before going to see the doctor; how she's the first to say he sucks, and it even deserved a thanks. He goes on to say that now she's able to give other careers pointers on how to beat him. Where'd that come from? As if Vy would ever share strategies with others, she's not afraid to share how selfish she can be at times....it's more pride then anything though.

"That means you lost two fingers before your final?" She questions, unsure of how many rounds there were all together. But he probably would of said final battle. She shakes her head with a laugh to try to evade that stupid comment. "No wonder you sucked." If she was going to be accused of saying her sucked, she was going to actually use it. "But I'm not sharing with anyone, my pointers are too valuable." Her cocky attitude returns a bit, with even a grin to match it. "I was being sarcastic earlier, I hope you know." She feels the need to mention because she offered pointers to him earlier. The last thing she wants is for him to change his mind on her rude personality.

A laugh forces its way from Vy when Matthew returns with a joke of his own, wondering whether she was able to get help for her anger management. "Do they do that here?" She questions as her laughter begins to subside. "I don't think I'm fixable anymore." She plays a cocky grin upon her face, her voice once again filling with sarcasm though this time it's something truthful to her. As far as her voice and expression reads she's kidding though. "Got my hand fixed though." She shows off her stitches though shortly drops her arm back down to her side.

"Just a bike." She gestures her head towards the back of the lot where the only pathetic motorcycle in the lot is parked. With no more training today she needed a nice distances...little did she know she'd be offering help to a crippled career though. "Wanna ride?" She actually offers, "I can run and get it, didn't think I'd have company."

[Jack Lexington]

“I lost these two fingers in the second round. They’ve been reattached but don’t work at all.” Honesty as well? This is all probably about that last comment Matthew made before going to see the doctor; how she's the first to say he sucks, and it even deserved a thanks. He goes on to say that now she's able to give other careers pointers on how to beat him. Where'd that come from? As if Vy would ever share strategies with others, she's not afraid to share how selfish she can be at times....it's more pride then anything though.

"That means you lost two fingers before your final?" She questions making me think that there will be some sort of compassion or maye ‘ah, that was an uneven match then’.
Instead she comes back with. "No wonder you sucked."
Even if I told her that I appreciate an honest opinion ´this rubs me the wrong way.
“Enough with the honesty, all right?” I scowl at her because I had enough.


"But I'm not sharing with anyone, my pointers are too valuable. I was being sarcastic earlier, I hope you know." She says with a cocky grin that could have graced my face not too long ago. This girl has just the same attitude as I did with nothing to show for. At least I have the battles to enable me to be this cocky. Whereas she’s a nobody in my book. Never even seen her around the training center.
She claims that he anger issues aren’t fixable, her skin however has been patched up.
It looks like this isn’t her first time either. “Repetitive customer?” I raise my brows at her hand.
The wind blows hard around the corner or the parking lot and sends some snow flying through the air. It’s really uncomfortable to stand around out here in the cold to wait for a bus but her ‘bike’ seems little enticing either.
“You ride a motorbike? In the snow?”
I look at the crotch rocket she calls her own and take a step back. It suit the whole picture I have of this woman in my head already.
“Do you own a gun and wear a cut, too?” I tease her a little. That’s nonsense, of course. No such thing would publicly be allowed in Panem. There are some underground gangs but nobody who does something like this in public.
“I think I’ll pass. I can’t hold on to you properly.” For a moment I weigh my options. To call my father I’d have to go back inside and then wait for him…same for the bus and there are no other people around so I call after the tough biker chick.
“Wait…maybe I’ll give that crotch rocket of yours a try. I live in the West End. Is that anywhere near where you have to go?”
Soon enough she brings the bike back to me and even though I get an awkward feeling I try my best to mount the thing behind her. It’*s very uncomfortable because one of the wounds that Mark cause on my thigh rubs right against the seat and I only have my right hand to wrap around her midsection.
“A helmet would be nice.” I mutter but add. “Guess beggers can’t be choosers. Let’s go.”

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

For the first time ever someone actually thanked Vy for her rude attitude, an odd appreciation but she'd go with it. After all it wasn't as if she'd act any different anyways, simply spice it up a bit more now. Actually saying that Matthew sucked finally pushes that gratitude for honesty. She chuckles, taking it as another joke and shrugs it off. "Okay, I'll start lying." As if a serious response was going to be given by Vy, her laugh simmers along with her grin. This guy's a bit confusing, it does seem as though crippled males tend to get a little estrogen until they're recovered. At least to Vy who would claim to not have an ounce, proudly at that to.

Being a career doesn't come without numerous visits to the hospital, or they're not doing it right. Training too hard, or sparing too violently, lots of different reasons can result in a trip. "How'd you guess?" More sarcasm as a reply to Matthew's guess on her being a repetitive customer. Especially when she was little, being trained by her mom at too young of an age. Now she has a nice, short built to thank her mother for. From the looks of Brittany, Vy should of ended up taller and scrawny, as she didn't start training until the proper age of eleven. Oh well though, the past's over with and she's stuck how she is with her young, beautiful mother; the best part of her life...sarcasm again.

By the sound of Matthew's voice he's implying that it may not be the safest to ride a motorcycle in the snow, or maybe he's just surprised to be seeing a bike instead of the typical truck. "Yeah, why not?" She returns with a question with a baffled look upon her face. Aren't all careers daring? The strong ones at least...even if this guy lost he certainly appears to be one of the tough ones. He asks whether she carries accessories like a gun as well. Another laugh as it feels as though they've agreed on the jokes. "Shhh, don't tell anyone." She plays back, even though she really doesn't have those things. If she did, she wouldn't be admitting it, that's an obvious sign.

With as enticing as the bike may appear Matthew still declines the offer. "Suit yourself." Vy shrugs it off as she carries on towards her transportation, assuming this was their parting. It doesn't take but a moment for a wait to be called out after her. For some odd reason it brings that cocky smile back upon her face, though she quickly wipes it off before turning around. He wants to give her crotch rocket a try. The title alone sounds horribly wrong and causes an uncontrollable laugh. When she was a little fifteen year old she would of been unable to resist a sarcastic flirt, but now with a kid all guys are useless and untouchable in her eyes.

The West End is given as location, and Vy tries to consider the question on if that was where she's headed. Is it? She really doesn't know. Of course going back to training would be the first option, and even though she can ignore the bad looks for returning she doesn't feel like it today. She's not on baby-duty for at least a couple of hours, she could spare time for her first good deed in years. With a faster pace she retrieve her ride and pull it around to the front so the cripple doesn't have to make an unnecessary journey.

Apparently Matthew has enough battle wounds because he actually complains about the lack of helmets, though also adds in that beggars can't be choosers. "You're some dangerous career." Vy comments with an eye-roll at the fact he's really concerned about that. Well maybe trust's not really there, certainly can't blame him for that. It's difficult to trust a hard ass. With the permission from Matthew to go she takes off. "Point the way." Hopefully he takes that one seriously, because she's really unsure aside from going west. At least she knows her directions.

[Jack Lexington]

For whatever reason the 'crotch rocket' makes her laugh out loud or maybe she's laughing about me. She's very impolite so I wouldn't be surprised. Instead of making a remark myself I let her laugh and cross my left arm over my right. "Done?"

Of course I have more mocking coming my way. "You're some dangerous career." She says with a voice full of sarcasm.
"I actually am." I let her know. "Just not stupid." I add because this girl has a way to rubbing me the wrong way. If I wasn't in such a fucking dreary mood I'd probably challenge her, even if she's a girl.
"Try me another day and I'll show you how dangerous I am." There you go, challenge out in the open.
Silently I wonder whether she's heard about Kayghna, who's nose is still recovering from my knuckles. That was another girl with the wrong kind of attitude. To my defense I have to add she hit me twice before I hit back.

Vy drives off slowly while we're still on the parking lot but as soon as we hit the main road I feel a lot of strain on my left arm while I'm hanging on to her waist.
I'm tempted to tell her to slow down but my pride keeps me from doing so and after a while of moving to the left and right each time she takes a turn I actually start enjoying the ride.

On time there's a patch of ice on the road that makes the bikes back tire slip. Just when I thought 'that's it' we're going to take a spill she catches it and excelerates again.
"Good job." I commend the girl with my heart beating in my neck because I'm beat up enough as it is.

"Take a left up there and then just up the hill. At the end of the street on the right is my house." I can't see much with the wind and snow blowing in my unprotected face so I'll just have to trust this stranger.
The neighborhood I live in is one of the better ones in town. Not exactly posh but a lot of people with big houses, nice manicured lawns and expensive cars. Our house is an older home and fairly small compared to the others but still well taken care off since my father has maintainance guys come in every year to pain and brush up on the old home.