Kiss and Tell? - Cameo / Anatra

[Anatra]

Tyren Orca
Alba Orca
Mark Orca

High dive into frozen wastes,
where the past comes back to life

The living room is politely lit by the sun, that only just creeps in from this angle. Tyren sits on the couch with a coffee in his hands. There's a loneliness to him today. He sits solitary, the TV on mute replaying a few scenes from the last games. Some light footsteps bring his head round, and he sees Alba standing there, by the doorway. "You alright?" She asks him. She's in her black tank top and sweatpants. She's ready to go somewhere, it looks like at least. The gym, no doubt. "Yeah." He replies to her. "You headed somewhere?" He seems curious. "I was just going to the gym. You're not cool enough to come, so don't ask." She laughs to herself, sarcastically. "Wow, you put together your own joke!" He laughs, too. She throws herself onto the couch, slamming herself next to him, putting her feet up next to herself. She didn't realize it, but she nearly knocked his coffee right out of his hands and onto the carpet. Thankfully, that isn't the case.

"So, who're you going with?" He asks her. "Mark." He nearly spits his drink out in surprise. "Mark? As in... career Mark?" She nods at him as though it were obvious. "Yeah. You know, our cousin." She keeps her sarcastic tone that's more than welcome. "I know. I just didn't expect you to want to go to the gym with him. He'll push you way too hard, I'd say." She shrugs at Tyren. "It's what I need. Somebody too good to make me that good as well." He nods at her. "I'm coming too." He stands, putting the coffee on the table. "Um, I already told you; you're not cool enough to come with us." She says, as though it were a serious thing to say. He picks up his jacket from the rack next to the door. "Thankfully, I have these." He slips on some shades from the pocket of the jacket. "Wow." She says, rolling her eyes.

Tyren picks up the house phone and dials up a number. Alba inquires, though. "What're you doing?" He holds out a finger with a grin. "Inviting my own company. It'd be awkward with just Mark." He's right, that's for sure. Although they knew each other earlier in life, it's been a while since they ever did anything together. Especially if he wasn't expecting company like this. "Hello, is that Vy?" He asks. Alba heads out of the door and into the car.

Fight fear for the selfish pain,
it was worth it everytime

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Vy Pryce
Age: Eighteen
District: Two

"You can do it." Vy reassures in a calm the young toddler attempting to place a cube within the right shaped hole. Determination consumes her innocent face, wanting nothing more then to achieve this silly task. Though the circle looks large enough to squeeze the block in it doesn't fit. "Not that one." She corrects the little one to move onto another try. The similar shape of one catches the small blue eyes and the object slides through like a glove. A loud giggle voices the excitement Brooklyn has in figuring this out. "Good job." Vy's unable to chuckle along and share the happiness over this minor task. For the toddler it means everything though.

If only this light energy could fill the rest of the household as Brittany answers the phone that's always for her. No one ever calls for Vy. "Yeah right." She scuffs at the idea of her voice sounding anything like her daughter's. With lack of care she drops the phone to hang by it's wire. "Vanity it's for you." She yells across the house to disturb the peaceful environment as always.

"One second Brooklyn." Vy retrieves to her feet to enter the kitchen, the only room containing a phone. By now Brittany has exit with no interest in hearing what's going on. "Hello?" There's never a ring for her, so her voice is baffled with who it must be. For some reason Tyren has actually called to invite her to go to the gym. Something about his cousins coming along to. Guess the whole camping trip did make everyone closer. "Yeah, I was heading there later anyways. Should be interesting training with others."

"I'm heading to the gym, mind watching Brooklyn?" Even though Vy already shared she'd be going out at some point to workout she's still kind enough to ask Brittany. Even though that witch would never give it in return. The fact Vy came out slightly decent is a miracle. "Whatever." Is her reply as if Brittany wasn't even a mother. With the age difference they might as well be sisters, especially since that's how it's always been. "See you soon Brookie." She gives the little Blonde a kiss on the forehead before dashing out.

[Anatra]

Tyren Orca
Alba Orca
Mark Orca

High dive into frozen wastes,
where the past comes back to life

Tyren puts the phone down, happy with his new recollection of a team. Vy doesn't know Mark, it should be fun, Tyren would think. Tyren's thoughts race around the idea that Mark is actually quite the man for Vy. It's completely true. They're so similar. He's strong, she's strong. He's sarcastic, she's sarcastic. He's ultimately individual whilst she's also the same. That's what Tyren can grasp from it. It's not like Vy would go for Ty. He's probably too gentle. Emotions run too deep for Tyren whilst with Mark, they run so deep within him that they never surface, or so it seems.

"Right, let's get going." Tyren says to Alba. Alba is still sixteen. Soon to be seventeen, but that's barely any different from sixteen. Just a bit older, just a bit less boring. "Aye aye, sir." Tyren chuckles to himself as he remembers what he kept saying to Matthew whilst they went camping. 'Sir'. It was repeated so often, yet he barely caught on. It made Tyren laugh more than it should have at the time. Alba doesn't know the joke.

They enter the car and set straight off. They'll likely be there before Vy due to the gym being quite close. Alba had already told Mark that she was going, so it'll all fit together perfectly.

The doors slip open and the pair walk in. They see him straight away. He's not hard to miss if you know him. His hair is still on form as usual, his stubble less shaved than normal. He's carrying his heavy gym bag in one hand and in the other he's picking up a football it seems. There's so few people that actually play the minor sport, there's little point. But he must know some people that do. Tyren does, that's for sure. "Mark." Tyren nods at him civilly as though it hadn't been years since they'd spoken last. "Tyren?" Mark's gaze is rough. He doesn't even recognize Tyren. He can feel Mark's eyes on the scars on his neck. He doesn't bother hiding them. Tyren's wearing a black jacket with a black tank top underneath, and Alba's wearing the same except she doesn't have the black jacket. Mark's wearing a similar black jacket to Tyren, yet clearly different in some ways like the collar. Tyren's is short, Mark's is long - things like that. Mark offers a hand to Tyren. Tyren takes it very willingly. "It's been too long." Mark admits. "I really should have..." But Tyren interrupts him. "It's alright," He shrugs. "I'm cool with it. We all have things to do." Mark isn't happy with that explanation but he smiles regardless. He's not going to be the one to put Tyren down after just meeting him again. "Come on, ladies." Alba says. Mark shares an eye roll with Tyren which they both see as mutual thoughts. "She hasn't changed..." Mark mutters to Tyren as they enter the gym itself.

Mark picks up a rubber shield-like item. Alba picks up some rubber knives that aren't sharp but resemble the weight of normal ones. Throw-able in the same way. Tyren sits on the bench and watches as they stand a fair distance apart. Alba throws one, and it flies straight for Mark but he deflects it with the shield. Alba's eyes narrow, throwing another, then another. Mark successfully dodges one and blocks the other despite not needing to. Alba shakes her head, biting her lip in frustration. She then throws one, then another and then a final one which aims directly for where Mark could possibly go. First dodged, second blocked... But third, now that hits. A smirk raises to Mark's face, enjoying the time with his cousins finally.

Fight fear for the selfish pain,
it was worth it everytime

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Lots of times Brittany's decided to have sudden plans and leave Brooklyn in Vy's care just as she was about to go out. It's hard to predict exactly when her mother's going to want to be a complete jerk, but she's learned to never take any chances. Within a minute she's out of the door. Not like she was the type to get ready anyways. What sort of person wears makeup and gets ready for the gym? Sadly a lot of females, but as always Vy's far from falling under that category. She's upon he bike and riding off. The distance will be longer then the Orca's, one of the many joys of being part of the underclass. Least her transportation makes the journey always worth it.

That same gym Vy snuck into not too long ago with someone comes into view. This time sneaking in won't be required. She takes the same parking spot as before, trying to erase her mind of those thoughts, but subconsciously drawing them in with this decision. Not seeing a stranger after one night is common for her. Yet this memory doesn't seem to want to fade into just another fun night like the rest. She shakes her head to rid of these thoughts as she travels through the doors, thoughts finally vanishing. Now's about training with a friend and she begins searching for which area Tyren's picked.

The jacket's pealed off as the gym stands at a decent temperature. Plus in a couple of minutes she'll be generating her own heat with a workout. A black sports-bra and sweatpants only cover her as the jacket hangs over her shoulder. Which damn room did he pick? She continues down the halls that are now lit up unlike the previous occasion. Finally in one of the sparring rooms Tyren comes into view, sitting on a bench probably watching his cousins fight. With that Vy enters the room nonchalantly before her eyes fall upon the other Orcas.

What a small world. Never in Vy's mind would she of predicted running into the very guy that occasionally occupies her mind as of recently. And for him to be an Orca? No it must be some other careers fighting. Tyren's probably waiting for his cousins to arrive. There's no possible way she slept with a relative of her roommates'. She averts her eyes away from Mark, focusing completely on the one that invited her here. The last thing she needs is to cause suspicion. "Hey, what's up?" Vy greets Ty, taking the seat next to him before she finally allows her gaze to return to the ones sparring. "Long time no see." She jokes because it was only yesterday they departed from the dorm they share.

[Anatra]

Tyren Orca
Alba Orca
Mark Orca

High dive into frozen wastes,
where the past comes back to life

Alba's throwing skills are peaking. They get better with every throw it seems. Mark's influence on her is very clear. He can have this effect on people who aren't necessarily used to the demanding process that he calls exercise. To them, it's exhaustion. She's been throwing for minutes. Not the usual time frame. She's hit him a few times, though. Tyren just keeps watching. He's been doing this a lot recently - just watching. Maybe it's for obvious reasons, but maybe he's just lazy today. "Hey, what's up?" Tyren hears from behind him, by the door as the woman comes in. It's Vy. He knew that from her voice, though. "Hey." He greets her generally. "Long time no see." He nods. "No shit." He smirks to himself. Her gaze is on those who are sparring in front, Tyren is curious as to whether she remembers Alba from anywhere. Though he has it set in his mind that Mark has never met her.

"She's getting better." He speaks to Vy quietly. "Needed a good trainer, I think." He adds. It's true though, that's exactly what she needs.

"Right, screw this. You're cheating." She has a smirk on her face. Mark raises a brow at her, unaware of anybody else joining the group just yet. He's focused, but not necessarily serious about this spar. "Why aren't you?" He asks her sarcastically. He's just got that edge on her right now. Soon enough, she'll have him figured but by then he'll have changed his tactics.

"That's Alba, my cousin." He says. He's not sure whether to say that Mark is his cousin. He is, but then he's not. He can't help but admit it though. "Mark too." He informs her. Mark's back is slightly toward Vy, not dangerously as then the knives would hit her and Tyren, but more or less side-on. He doesn't even notice. Usually he would. "Heard from Matthew recently?" He asks her just out of curiosity.

Fight fear for the selfish pain,
it was worth it everytime

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Clacking and clanking is pretty much the only thing echoing through the large room. Definitely a form of training as Mark takes defense and the young girl performs her best to try to hit him with a wooden practice weapon. Even if the little one's Tyren's cousins, there's a chance Mark's only her trainer. Hell Vy would rather hear he's moved on this quickly to someone else then find out she slept with an Orca. Not to sound wrong as they do come from an attractive gene pool. But she prefers keeping her personal life extremely hidden, as much as possible at the very least. And though Tyren doesn't seem like the gossip type he is best friends with Matthew, and who knows what that boy will do with juicy information.

Guess they're under high concentration as Mark's back stays turned towards Vy. Not even a glimpse has been as he stays focused upon his current opponent, just as he did that one night. For some odd reason she finds a desire to have him look over, notice her. Whether they'll stay quiet and act like strangers will be determined at some point, might as well get it over with. But he keeps his attention upon the girl, and apparently that's where Tyren's mind is as well as he comments over her needing a good trainer. "That's good." Vy wasn't quite sure how to reply but felt an obligation to comment back. So there is a good possibility Mark's only his cousins's trainer. Nothing's set in stone though, and by the looks of it they all fight like an Orca, even him. Vocally to as they pause the physical aspect to argue over cheating.

"Didn't know you could cheat in fighting." Vy softly comments to Tyren, shaking her head slightly with a light chuckle. Still Mark has yet to turn, nor has information been given on whether he's an Orca. She keeps her sound down as if there was a chance to slip back out and pretend none of this ever happened. Hopefully it seems like just doesn't want to disturb their spar. What she doesn't know won't kill her. But of course she's too ballsy to just walk out, and too curious to stay unknown.

The truth is finally told. First of the younger one Alba, that still contains a speck of innocence in her round face but seems deadly with that sword. Then the dreaded fact of Mark being an Orca slips through. Should of known and not fooled herself with the idea he's coincidentally here. With no desire to cause suspicion her expression doesn't alter in the least. "I see the resemblance." Her tone's a little joking but it's true the brown hair & eyes and charming looks grace each of them. Nothing someone would assume automatically, once informed it's difficult not to deny though.

For some reason the cousins take no interest in the new arrival, which Vy doesn't mind a bit. Catching up with a friend's never been an event of hers, but trying new stuff seems to be happening lots lately. "Not since the camping trip. Guess he's still on leave from the academy." She shares, slightly baffled by the fact his best friend's asking her this. "You haven't?" Would of figured they hung out as much as he does with his Kyanite. Isn't that what good friends do? Vy wouldn't really know. "So when's our turn to spar?" A sly grin comes across her face as she changes the subject. After all she didn't come here to sit on a bench.

[Anatra]

Kiss and Tell? Mark Orca - Seventeen - District Two

"Didn't know you could cheat in fighting." She comments with a quietness to which Mark doesn't hear, to Tyren no less. Tyren nods his head slightly. "Well, she'll find a way and he'll no doubt notice." Noting specifically Mark's perceptive skills. "I see the resemblance." She comments. "Yeah. People have said he looks more like me than Alex does, and Alex is my twin. That's just crazy to me, but I see it, I think. We're both cool as cucumbers, right?" He chuckles to himself. Which makes Alba catch sight of Vy. She passes a simple smirk but it's followed by a bit of observation rather than anything else. She continues her training. "Not since the camping trip. Guess he's still on leave from the academy." Tyren's face seems a little... displeased. He hasn't heard from Matthew for a little while. A few days actually. He'd last seen him when he took him to that one house that was sort of empty. It was a strangeness, especially when he'd said that Kyanite was the only other who knew where it was. It was overly sentimental to a point in which Tyren didn't feel so comfortable with.

"You haven't?" She asks Tyren. "Not really. I mean, we met up once. He came to visit me before the camping trip but that was about it. He'll be sweet, it's cool." Tyren's casual way of speaking is really common to his family. They speak with such colloquial diction that some people mistake it for a sense of idiocy or dumbness. It's just a more casual way of speaking rather than sticking to literature, rule by rule. "So when's our turn to spar?" Tyren laughs at Vy. "Me and you?" He says, almost arrogantly. Quickly, though, it seems he turns it around. "You'd put me in the dirt. I'm a bad fighter." Tyren's raised voice was heard by Mark, who's now turned around. Tyren doesn't notice it, but his eyes are widened at the sight of Vy, sitting casual as ever on the bench. He takes a moment of thought in. In a moment, he decides what he'll do next.

"Hey, have we met?" Mark says, casually more than seriously. He knows for a fine fact they have. He just wants to make sure how far she's wanting to take this. Publicly flaunting their experience isn't something he's game for. Especially in front of somebody who looks to be a her friend, Tyren. Just as Vy is going to reply, Alba throws a practice knife straight for Mark's head. It hits him clean in the back of his skull and he turns at Alba with swiftness, an angry look on his face. "Don't let girls distract you, Mark." Alba says with a grin all over her face. Mark rubs the soreness away from his head and laughs at Alba, who's all out of knives.

"Come on then, Vy. We may as well have a go. We can't spend all our time talking about boys." He jokes. He remembers that she was in on the male-male jokes back at the academy. Maybe it's her humor. Tyren tries to appeal to that side of her at least. He picks up a training sword and gets himself into the stance that he wants to be in. First few attacks should be off putting, fakes and nothing more than psychological gaming to mess with her. Misses, at least. He strikes once, and it completely fails. "Shit. I told you I'm terrible at this." He exclaims, a look of fun on his face. He takes combat much less seriously now. He's made up his mind that his life doesn't depend on the skill of a sword or bow. He tries to go in again, attacking with the point of the sword in a lunge. Nothing! Again!

Tyren really hasn't been training with this sword.

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List of Attacks

Bruised Right Foot -- 2 damage
Bruised Left Arm -- 2 damage
Miss -- 0.0 damage
Block -- 0.0 damage
Miss -- 0.0 damage
Broken Jaw -- 7.0 damage
Bruised Left Forearm -- 2 damage

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Apparently Mark appears more similar to Tyren then his own brother Alex. Except that Vy didn't notice it at all a few nights ago. To her it was someone attractive and surprisingly sly with his words. Their ability to get along instantly, when she's unable to even make peace with her own roommates, just toke away thoughts of anything else. It's hard not to consider all of her choices as mistakes. Even if he may be better then the rest, it's another secret she'd rather not tell. "Sure..." Tyren's ending's a little cheesy, but whatever helps him sleep at night. The surprising part is the fact that Vy's not replying with an insulting remark. They're both decent guys as far as she knows. No need in busting their chops.

Luckily the conversation doesn't stay upon the relations Vy's just now learning about. How many Orca's occupy this town? She'll have to stay clear of random hookups from now on. Question their last name or something. The gossip's upon Matthew though. There's no worry he won't be jumping back from this. In no time he'll be occupying their dorm again with some new insults. "I don't think sweet really describes him." Vy laughs as if they were all actually friends. Maybe they are, though she wouldn't be able to tell. It's very similar to how she acted around her friends from another part of this district. With a hint of more kindness oddly enough.

Well not fully as Vy is itching for a little action herself. Already she's fought Mark, and she's afraid of hurting the little one, leaving her with only one sparring buddy to pick from. At first it sounds as if Tyren's found his cocky side, like that night they were all drinking. "Yeah." Vy answers with a tone of 'who else', after he asks if they'll really be the ones fighting. Quickly it changes though as he admits to being a bad fighter. Even predicts that she'd cream him. "Probably." She agrees with a cocky laugh of her own. After all it's rare for her to actually lose.

This brings over the attention of his cousins, and finally Mark's eyes fall upon the new visitor. For just a brief moment he gives the look of shock as Vy remains unaffected. Her surprise already happened, leaving her with the perfect reaction as their eyes meet. It's as if they met at the bar but never experienced that one nightstand. Just to set the ground he questions if they've met before. Least he's not the type to blurt out what they've done. That's sort of attractive. Not so much the practice weapon that slams in the back of his distracted head.

Never before has Vy been referred to as a girl. Not in the last four years at least. The part that really confuses her is the idea that Mark would actually get distracted by her. And the fact that Alba of all people says such a thing? The real question is whether Vy should respond to the hit, or reply to whether they've met before. "Can't let anyone do that to you. Twenty three other kids in that arena, one's bound to be your type." Might as well just confuse everyone and throw in a little advice of her own. "And there's death." Add some deep stuff in to.

"Oh fine." Vy jokes back as she loves this sort of back and forth between friends. So maybe that sort of relationship has actually managed to form. Tyren's joke about them talking about boys is quite good though. Even if it does hit a little too close to home. She retrieves to her feet with him, eager to take part.

Rough hands wrap around the wooden sword used for practice. Now's their turn to take the floor as Tyren's cousins take the bench. It'll be good to have Mark observe how fierce Vy really is from afar. Amazing start to as Ty's sword comes swiftly her way and she's able to quickly move aside to avoid anything. Sort of funny to see him swiping at the air. Her foot moves in to meet his legs bellow. Unexpected, but it's been made clear there's no such thing as cheating.

Instead of tripping him to the floor her shoe meets with his shin. Best way to win a fight is get the opponent on the floor. Wounding one of his leg works to though. Within seconds Tyren's weapon is flying again. Not fast enough for Vy's eyes to catch as she smoothly turns out of it's path again. This time her own sword goes flying as it jams upon his side. It is a spar after all, only need to leave a few good bruises.


Bruise Left knee - 2.5
Bruise Right Shin - 2
Knocked Backwards - .5
Gash/bruised right knee - 4.5
Broken left hand - 6
Gash/bruised right femur - 4
Bruised left thigh - 2.5

[Anatra]

Kiss and Tell? Tyren Orca - Eighteen - District Two

"Can't let anyone do that to you. Twenty three other kids in that arena, one's bound to be your type." She speaks. Mark hides the smirk within his face. His keen eyes catch Vy for a moment as they pass each other, her going to spar and he going to sit. "You planning on being in those?" He asks her. Tyren rolls his eyes privately. It is typical of Mark to ask such a question.

Mark and Alba take their seats. "Do you know her?" She asks him. He looks to her a little curiously but then quickly answers. "Seen her around a bit. You?" She nods at him. "Heard things, seen her a bit. She went on that trip with Tyren and Max. You remember Max, right?" She says, with an edge that could almost be insulting. "I can't forget, it's in my blood to recite family names before breakfast." He's joking. It's not at all like that, but it is rare for any Orca not to know another, or and all. "How sentimental..." She smiles at him, taking a drink from her bottle. They haven't trained much just yet, they could easily slip away and hit the gym whilst Vy and Tyren fight, but their eyes decide to analyse the fight. It's only a small spar, apparently. If it were either Alba or Mark, there'd be much more seriousness on their behalf. They know how and why Tyren isn't being such, though.

His attack at first is a miss. Completely. It's almost embarrassing to see their cousin be reduced like this. Alba leans back against the wall. Mark folds his arms. Tyren's got a smile on his face, and he is enjoying every minute of it. A miss is nothing to him. The whole spar is nothing. It's fun because it's playful. Nothing dramatically harmful, and nothing amazingly brutal. At least, that's what he'd hope. She sweeps her leg in, and her foot makes unparalleled contact with his shin. He retracts it, too late and mainly in reaction to the bruise-like pain that isolates it mentally. "Ow, that was sly." He chuckles a little. His next attack also misses completely. He threw his arm, and the sword that extends it, in a slash in front of him. She wasn't far from it, but it's made so clear how poor his ability has gotten with the weapon. "Tyren, stop playing around. Kick her ass!" Alba yells out, a serious look on her face. Mark is a little unbeknownst as to what he should think or feel right now. Are they both pretending in hopes of nobody finding out just yet? Was it just a one night stand, to which no feelings were supposed to rebound from? He doesn't want to believe the latter. Which is unfortunate.

He graces his face with a smirk at Alba's enthusiasm, if one could call it that.

Tyren then closes in for another attack, starting low and aiming high. He wants this swipe to come up from the floor in a diagonal line, perhaps either hitting her jaw, her chest or the side of her body.

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List of Attacks

Bruised Right Foot -- 2 damage
Bruised Left Arm -- 2 damage
Miss -- 0.0 damage
Block -- 0.0 damage
Miss -- 0.0 damage
Broken Jaw -- 7.0 damage
Bruised Left Forearm -- 2 damage

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Only two kids get picked to go into the games every year. It's even slimmer odds as it's one of each gender. How strange that it's feared within a lot of the other districts, and people fight for the spot in this one. Since Vy could remember her entire point in life was to get into one of those arenas. With high positivity that she'd come home a victor, though the alternative she never feared. No matter what she'd leave stories to be talked about for generations. Once Brooklyn came about she simply didn't consider that question anymore. With no idea of her current goal. Whenever it came up she'd ignore it.

Plenty of time has passed, and Vy's final year is approaching. Getting in and winning would change their circumstances greatly. Not returning and leaving Brooklyn in Brittany's hand is what's feared though. So how does she answer Mark? She doesn't want to appear weak, say nothing and form the assumption she's another career scared of the games. "I'm this District's best shot." And the cocky route is taken. Now she'll have to put up a good fight for Tyren. Prove her words, and once again her lack of being all bark.

Amazing start of Vy. Her movements are precise as she dodges out of the way. Even multitasking kicks in as she avoids the opponent's weapon but keeps her's flying. The wooden swords clash together as she prevents yet another attack. Even one of Tyren's cousins take offense as she demands for him to kick Vy's ass. As if that's even possible. It does motivate him a bit as he's finally able to make contact.

Brutal first hit. But Vy may of deserved it after giving him two good bruises of his own. Her head spins for a second and it feels as though her jaw's been dislocated. Before checking she has to create distances as to not leave the perfect opportunity for another strike. Her sword jabs forward to separate them and her free hand goes up to comfort the new pain. That will leave a nice black and blue mark tomorrow. "Who's the sly one now?" She mutters, returning back into a fight stance.

Craving payback her sword goes swinging again. Accelerating up as a scare before speeding down to where the guard is lacked. It rams into Tyren's side, and if blades were actually equipped he would of lost half of an arm. "Aren't you supposed to kick my ass Tyren?" What's a fight without a little taunting?



Bruise Left knee - 2.5
Bruise Right Shin - 2
Knocked Backwards - .5
Gash/bruised right knee - 4.5
Broken left hand - 6
Gash/bruised right femur - 4
Bruised left thigh - 2.5

[Anatra]

Tyren Orca

If a lion, a lion roars would you not listen?

"I'm this District's best shot." She tells Mark. His thoughts vary towards her. The cockiness is a little off putting, but is it really? It just means she's confident. She's proving she can fight. She hasn't proven she's the best. Mark nods his head coyly. "I doubt it." The comment comes out. With Tyren finally getting a hit, it was always going to be his best. Though this one is a particularly good hit. "Who's the sly one now?" She manages to say despite the knock to her jaw that was rather rough. "We'll see, we'll see." He says, not wanting to say anything too harsh. Tyren had always been like this before. Fighting used to be serious for him though, until recently it's become a sport. Nobody cries over a sport unless they're taking it too seriously.

She knocks him backwards with her sword, a move that was only hindering to any assault Tyren had planned for her. He didn't though. He's playing too defensively. He's lost a lot of confidence in fighting this close. With a bow and arrow, you are safe. He doesn't appreciate the sword so well. She comes in again though, with another attack of her own. It slams onto the elbow of Tyren, which is a sensation that isn't welcome. The funny bone, yeah right. The pain bone, more like. It sends crawling blood all through his veins that he can now feel rushing around. The texture is like losing a limb which would have happened if he'd have been up against a real sword. It's not ultimately painful, though. He can push through it. "Aren't you supposed to kick my ass Tyren?" She says. Alba's face grows bitter. She really doesn't like being put down, it seems. "Come on Tyren, don't make me do it for you." She says. Like she could. She couldn't. She's too young, too delicate for a strong young woman like Vy. Their confidence matches, though. It's just a case of who is telling the truth. Alba isn't.

Mark shakes his head at Alba's seriousness. He really doesn't see why she's getting so worked up about it if Tyren himself isn't even doing so. It's confusing to say the least, but then understandable as well if one would pay attention to the fact she's very protective over him. It was her that sat by his bed the first and last time he got injured. Last in terms of so far, that is. Not like it's likely to ever happen again.

Tyren presses in now. He's not taking it as seriously as Vy perhaps is, but he's at least giving her a proper spar. She knows she'll win, he told her that much already. He just isn't feeling it right now. He probably won't ever again. Fighting has lost his touch, and his touch upon fighting has dissolved in every stressful situation that followed the pregames. Like salt on a slug, his capability lingers on the bitter edge of a knife. Everytime the knife stabs, his endurance weakens. At least now, he's finding something better to do with his life. It's just a case of what to do with the people around him. Matthew won't have him allowed to leave the Academy, which he wants to do now more than ever. The rest of the gang probably won't see him if he takes up a medical course, which is one of the only other options. Unless he takes up construction again.

His assault is real, for once. He comes in quick, the likes of which he is good at. He slashes once at once side, again at the other, and again. Two of which hit pretty well, his aim directed mostly for her aims in hopes of weakening them, giving him a better chance. By now, he's feeling the weakness in his own legs. He's always had weaker legs for some reason. Perhaps it's the way he's learned to walk, or run. Something of the like, it has affected his whole life in this small regard. "Maybe you should fight Mark, he's the proper career." He jokes, not meaning a word of it.

If a child, a child cries would you not forgive them?

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List of Attacks

Bruised Right Foot -- 2 damage
Bruised Left Arm -- 2 damage
Miss -- 0.0 damage
Block -- 0.0 damage
Miss -- 0.0 damage
Broken Jaw -- 7.0 damage
Bruised Left Forearm -- 2 damage

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"I doubt it." The once playful expression on Vy shrinks and turns slightly angered. Did Mark really just say that? It's not that he takes down her cocky remark. Which was to be expected. But the tone, and no trace of sarcasm, makes him sound completely truthful. As if he doesn't think of her as a fit career in the least. They fought, and she's proven the strength she maintains. And for some damn reason the fact that they became intimate has her caring about all of this. Never before has she given the time of day to such a comment, even if she did sleep with them. Now she wants nothing more then to show just how good of a career she is. And sadly the wrong sparring partner is getting the raft of this.

As the spar continues, and Vy's being successful with her word, that grin returns on her face to declare this is all for fun. After all there's no point in brutally harming her opponent when he wasn't the one to pull out an insult. Her clarity loosens and she's no longer on acting on her toes as if this was an underground fight she has to win. Only a workout with a friend, and with everything going on that sort of relationship is needed. It's even Tyren, who has shown to be one of those rare gentleman type. If anyone deserve to feel how mean her punches can be, it's Mark....or maybe his other cousin Alba as she takes this game much too seriously. Just not him.

The over confident young one is just as annoying as Mark. Then again maybe not, as Vy has to relate as she acted just the same before growing into her height and full strength. Now he confidence matches up with her words. Cute effort though, she'll give Alba that. "I'd like to see you try." She doesn't say too loudly or overpowering. Only with a slight chuckle and subtle roll of the eyes. Keeping her complete focus on her Tyren, something she's always been taught. Even for a fun fight, one never takes their eyes off of their opponent. Only gives the perfect chance for a cheap shot if she did.

More hits are given, and this time Tyren's swings with more purpose. Back and forth they hit one another on numerous spot; shoulders, arms, couple of side swipes of a rib or hip. The important part is the even attacks that now occur. With every impact from Vy, Tyren's returning it right back. Despite all of this he still has audacity to claim that she should fight against Mark, that he's the proper career. "Doubt it." Might as well mock Mark a little with repeating what he told her not to long ago. The nerve of him. Ty's probably more capable then his cousin, all of them even, yet is holding something back.

Another attack is given, full of strength and willpower. Couple of nice bruises for tomorrow, nothing out of the ordinary. Without thought Vy's sword goes aimed towards a deal breaker, something that'd be an instant kill if they were actually in the games. Just before bruising a sensitive area like the neck, her force slows down though it still lands on her target. Just to prove how much of a deadly machine she can be, and how surprisingly kind she actually is as it hardly gives impact. "And a canon goes off." She declared. Her eyes locked with Tyren's, before traveling down to where a stone sword would of sliced open his neck. Just an inch above where her weapon meets, a scar already claims a spot. This isn't the first time a weapon has come close to such a vulnerable area, and instantly a pit of guilt fills her stomach, though it doesn't effect her expression in the least. She does drop her sword down to her side, a pathetic smile playing on her lips. "Good game." Might as well just pretend like she didn't notice. Treat others how you want to be treated, and she sure as hell doesn't want light shown on scars.



Bruise Left knee - 2.5
Bruise Right Shin - 2
Knocked Backwards - .5
Gash/bruised right knee - 4.5
Broken left hand - 6
Gash/bruised right femur - 4
Bruised left thigh - 2.5