If There's Anyway You Can Help (Jack Lex)

As soon as the door slammed open both of the girls froze with fear, they could automatically tell Matthew was angry by his footsteps, without even looking at him. Both gulped in-syncly with one another in order to prepare for what was about to come. It was worse then they ever saw him before, without knowing that he could ever get that angry. That anyone could. The lecture begins, but the girls couldn't brace themselves enough even if they had more time. Their whole lives they had been dirty, they simply assumed infections arrived from being uncaring which they never were.

The guilt had hit Gwen as soon as Matthew brought up her lack of being hygienic, and the anger reaches Gala when he declares he's no longer training them. "You wouldn't be able to train us if we went to the hospital anyways!" Gala's the only one ballsy enough to actually say something back. Immediately after her heart's hurting more then her actual wound is. Especially while witnessing their trainer leave, unable to pull herself to be levelheaded and beg him to stay. Prove that from now on they'd listen. Instead they both sat silently.

As soon as the door's shut Gala's upon her feet and kicking the chair she was in across the gym floor with all of the anger that had been building up. All she was attempting to do was stay away from the stupid hospital. Plus all of the lectures from her father made Gala a little prone to going off the edge while someone else takes his spot. The sudden, active movement reopens her wound that was partially stitched up, and allows another gush of blood and painful scream from Gala. "Calm down!" Gwen orders, her voice a bit high because she even held a bit of anger from everything. "We're going to the hospital." There was no questioning sound to that statement, Gwen was taking charge.

Pulling another bandage from the first aid kit Gwen once again wrapped her sister's wound up as to prevent her from bleeding out on the way. Already Gala was beginning to breath heavy from her lack of blood with the combination of getting worked up. With a supporting shoulder from her sister they began the wobble to the hospital, very much wishing they didn't lose their help from someone older, and that they make it before Gala tripped on her own feet.

Hospitals are horrible, especially to Gala who was prone to getting hurt. Everything about it just rubbed her the wrong way; the doctors that are too full of themselves, the hygienic smell, the bare white walls. It always made her feel sicker then before entering. Of course their sisters were notified right away and were furious about the entire ordeal. Even if Matthew hadn't dropped them as his trainees, it was all over now.

Another lecture went on, and this one was much longer winded. That was the one thing about Matthew at least, he became hot headed but never went on and on and on. He ripped the bandaid off, where as their sisters slowly endured the pain. The worst part of the entire thing was the fact that now Gala would be unable to perform for quite a while, and that meant Gwen couldn't either. They had to rely on one another to do the majority of the tricks. But at least this meant they received plenty of time alone while their sisters were all off practicing.



After a few days they quickly grew cabin sickness. "We'll be back in a few hours." Was permission enough for the twins to unground themselves, though it was more of Gala's idea then anything.

"I'm going to find Matthew, he's not getting rid of us." Gala stated clearly, a bandage still handicapping her shoulder, but fire still roamed in her eyes.

"That's stupid. Forget about him." Gwen was uninterested, but she was always the one iffy about being trained. "I'm not getting in trouble to train to get into the games." Her words were cold.

"No we'll be getting in trouble for protecting ourselves." Gala responded fiercely. "And if I don't find him, I'll find another trainer that'll make him jealous." Her reasoning was childish, but after all the twins were still young. They hiked over to the gym.

It was official that they no longer had a trainer, Matthew's name scribbled out on the large piece of paper in the hall that pairs up trainers to their trainees. Still their was no name on the Trainer side for Gala and Gwen, only that large black mark where Matthew's name was. They searched the on going list. "They haven't paired him up yet." There's a small bit of hope in Gala's voice. They continue on with searching the gym, remembering today was one of his training days.

A glass window revealed Matthew's location, just as his hand lets go of a knife that is then over taken by gravity. He's evidently angry. Was this the best time to be interrupting him? Probably not but the girls clearly couldn't do anything right, and that's why they pressed on. Just as they were entering the door way, Matthew spots them and quickly ditches out the opposite end. Was this really going to be a chase now? Did he really despise the twins that much? Gala felt shame right away, cursing to herself for getting just a little close to someone.

Without words they go backwards and each take a hall to go down, hoping to actually corner Matthew in between them on the other side. To no surprise Gala's steps were wide and rushed, while Gwen toke her time, clearly they shared different feelings. Good thing it was Gala's shoulder and not leg that was hit or they'd probably of missed him.

"Come on stop." Gala nearly pleaded as she caught her breath. Even with the wound being on her shoulder it drained her energy much faster then usual. "Please." Another second to catch her breath, and Gwen was finally coming around the corner. "You're right I don't listen, never have." She admitted. "But I'll try. I promise, I'll try."

To no surprise the twins are mixed up, and Matthew gets confused and believes Gala's Gwen. Which is a little surprising since she was the quiet one, and she was talking up a storm. "She hit me." Gala bluntly informed, revealing the bandage that covered her shoulder.

"It was an accident!" Gwen comments, but goes back to being quiet.

Matthew goes on to explain about how he didn't want to train them in the first place, and they ruined their one shot. None of it seemed fair, but then again he wasn't a fair kind of guy. They were honestly surprised it lasted this long. "I don't want a stupid chick to train us!" Gala protested, almost sounding like Matthew himself. It seemed logical that it'd be her best strategy. "Please... give us one more chance."

Immediately after Matthew walks away once again one of Gala's fists run into a wall, holding all her anger behind it's force. A punching bag would of been better then a wall that can easily leave a nice bruise. It seemed as if Gala could never leave without a new fresh wound. She crossed her arms over her chest, disappointed, angry and clueless at the same time. Why'd she care so much if Matthew was the one training them? She wasn't sure in the least bit, only knew that it was important.

"Come on..." Gwen tries to convince. "Let's go."

"No!" Gala demands. "We're finding a new trainer!" She grabbed her twins hand and began searching down the halls.

((OOC: So I figure this is when our thread starts with Minieclover?))