Better Left Unsaid {Jack ~ Matt/Gala}

There's such an urge in Gala to burry her face within her hands, as if it'd make her whither away from here. She only said she's gotten better, can actually hit the target, not that she's pro. Yet here's Matthew talking her up like he's witnessed her aim for himself. Is he getting her confused with Kyanite? Somehow her arms stay to her side though, and her face even contorts back to some confidence. Might as well fake it and try, who knows what could happen.

A case of beer is set as the reward for the winner; can't argue against that, even if it's not the most exciting prize. The redhead gives a shrug and a nod in return, while Gala prays to not let Matthew down. This could be the very thing that'll prove herself, show him that he was stupid to train another girl.

To make things more interesting, Matthew turns it into a team. Requesting that one of them uses their bad arm to make things fair, and they take this offer with wide grins. Well at least it won't be solely on Gala if they lose. Plus it's even more like the olden days, fighting together against a group of careers. If only Ky were here. A smirk slides on to the young Blonde's features, excited to see the outcome of this...though she becomes a little less thrilled when she's handed two knifes and told to go first.

Instantly she can feel her palms sweating around the handles, and her heart even picks up a bit. Would of been a lot easier to see what she's up against, though she did get a little time while observing them before. They throw no better then her on her good days, just gotta make sure that now's one of those good days. Her eyes dart up to Matthew when he prevents her from getting straight to it.

Right, she's supposed to be breathing. She lets go of her breath and gives him a reassuring nod. It's as if he's truly her trainer at this moment, might as well enjoy it. There's no telling if this is a one time deal. And suddenly this competition doesn't seem so bad. Have to concentrate like he said, pretend that this is only practice. Her fingers stretch out around the left handle, preparing to not make a fool out of them both. Large inhale as she turns towards the target, short glance that her toes are at the line, exhale and she allows the knife to leave her hand.

Smoothly it slides through the air without any flips, and sticks into the target a half-an-inch away from the bullseye. It's not perfect, but it's pretty damn close, and a coy grin marks Gala's expression. Her eyes dart over to Matthew for approval, with no care over what the other careers think. "Lucky shot, lets see where the 2nd one lands." The redhead growls, unimpressed simply because he doesn't want to be. Who in their right mind would want to lose to a little girl.

The other knife is secured in her left hand as she turns back to the target. She can at least perform another throw like that. And with a gulp she sends her last blade through the room. "Yeah, that's more like it." The redhead laughs as the knife lands on the edge of the target, inches away from missing it completely. Automatically the color in Gala's face vanishes once again, while her eyes goes to the competition this time. No point in seeing Matthew's reaction, she doesn't want to.

"Whatever, I'd like to see you do better." Gala taunts with an angered pitch.

A small grin slides to Gala's face when Matthew reassures her that one bad hit isn't the end of the world. The others may get a bit of a head start because of it, but they can always catch up. Even if they don't, just knowing that he's not angry over it makes it bearable. Now to see what sort of competition they're up against, and the redhead steps up next to illustrate exactly that.

Ironically it seems as though it's their opponents that are all bark and no bite, hitting the target no better then Gala did on her bad throw. Her eyes brighten up and turn to her former trainer, excited that they may actually have a chance to kick some ass & get some beer. An opportunity like that could be exactly what she needs to get her trainer back. Show him that he's wasting his time with the other chick, and that he should of realized that sooner. Focus turns back to the target as another knife flies through the air from the redhead's grip.

Why they're pumped about a decent & bad hit is beyond understanding. It does however have little Gala cracking up quietly. Beat that? She already has. "Pretty sure mine's closer to the bullseye." She comments with a wicked smirk, that then turns towards Matthew. He must be at least a bit impressed, maybe even proud.

Now for her former trainer to prove himself, show who had taught the young Blonde her skills. A bit of a disadvantage occurs when Gala realizes he has to use his left hand, and his dominant one is wrapped up. That's what he was talking about, one of them switching hands and all. But this is Matthew though, he has to do good. Doesn't matter which side he uses...or perhaps it does.

Before he even throws, one drops to the floor from Matthew's slippery hand. Laughter comes from everyone, except for Gala whom bites her bottom lip to hold any back. As for Matthew, he seems completely unaffected by his mistake. Picking the blade back up, performing the flip properly, and throwing it across the room. It sticks on the edge of the target, just like everyone else's bad throw. No big deal, they're still in the lead, even if the group of careers believe otherwise.

No improvement on his second throw, but at least he's capable of hitting the target. Getting right into throwing with the weak side is a damn difficult task, pretty impressed he's done this good. Then stepping aside and reminding their next opponent to use his left as well, really hope he's right-handed as well or they're screwed.

Definitely a righty as their other competition completely misses the target all together. This time a chuckle easily escapes Gala's lips, as her smile grows large and unremovable. Knew her former trainer was the best, actually hitting the target while this dude can't...until the humiliation kicks into him and he's stepping up his game. The second sticks nicely in the middle of the bullseye and edge, but still Gala's convinced her first throw trumps all of them. Very confident for the second round, she helps herself to two more knifes.

"Bad betting boys." Gala giggles before throwing again. Once again it nearly hits the bullseye, landing half-an-inch away as if to be teasing. Never would of predicted she'd be doing this good, which is exactly why she doesn't sweat over not getting the bullseye straight-on. At this point it doesn't seem like any of them will, making her the closest thus far. "Let me know when you guys wanna forfeit." It feels so nice to be on the bragging side for a change, having a chance to actually come out on top.

The cockiness has her second knife joining the others at the edge of the target, but at least it does stick. She'll get worried when the competition gets closer to the middle, if that even occurs. "You better share those beers with me Matthew." She chuckles and waits for the redhead to either come up or give up.


((OOC: I did my rolls in another thread, here's the Link ))

It's now hard to believe that Gala had the least bit of worry about these guys. Sure a lot worse could of happened, like using each other as targets, but nothing of the sort has occurred. Instead she gets to kick some ass in a competition, and with her former trainer on her team nonetheless. Every praise from him is a lot more valuable then winning, though she knows it's that very circumstance that has him so proud.

A compliment is even given from the redhead, just to followed by an insult for Matthew. She could only wish to ever throw better then him, it's due to his wounded right hand. The addition of them believing she's his sister is what she concentrates on. A smile forming across her face from the comment. Can only hope one day he'll consider them that close. For now it's little steps like these that'll get her there; obviously since he doesn't even correct them.

Another acknowledgement comes from the redhead, though this time it's over Gala's appearance instead of her skill. Her expression contorts into confusion and disgust, brushing him off completely with no response. To make things even better he misses the target entirely after his cocky flirt of a distraction, looks like it's not working too well. Of course he declares he did it on purpose, requesting for Gala's name in return. "Winner." She answers quite seriously, only a few can ever understand her dry sense of humor, with no pitch to give away her joke.

Again he misses the target, and she can't help but burst out into laughter. His friend and Matthew both managed to hit the target, and they were using their bad arms. This guy sucks. "Your face matches your hair." Gala teases harshly with a wicked grin.

With no desire to call it quits yet, Matthew steps up for another round. Instantly Gala's cheering as soon as his knife sticks straight into the bullseye, arms up and a widening smirk. "And you can't even hit the target with your good arm." The little Blonde brags to the redhead, which only makes his face more angered. That's exactly why she wants Matthew as her trainer, throwing perfectly with his weak side. The second one even lands close the bullseye as well, though missing the target all together wouldn't of made a difference at this point. They got this in the bag.

Arms wrap around Gala in celebration, and she of course squeezes him back with just as much excitement. Surprisingly the other dude actually steps up and reclaims the knifes, not ready to give up that easily. His first are no different from the rest, landing at the edge of the target. By his second though he seems to be getting into the swing of things to say the least, hitting the bullseye just as Matthew did. It has his friends bursting out with joy, despite the fact that they're already far behind.

"Well at least we have some sort of challenge." Gala plays off before stepping up once again, she can get a bullseye to. Snippy faces from all of them are plastered on her as she pulls the knifes from the target and moves up to the line.

It's not as good as she was planning; not even making it close to the bullseye, though not on the edge either. She inhales deeply while focusing on the target, and just as Matthew instructed, exhales as she releases the second knife with a hard throw. The outcome surprises everyone, and especially Gala as her eyes grow huge. Not once in her short life has she managed a bullseye, till today that is. Because her blade carves right into the desired location of the exact middle. Her vision staying glued upon this result, as if she couldn't believe it.

((Second Dude got a 2 & 5, Gala got a 3 & 5 somehow(= ))

Of course the redhead burst out in a complaint that they're all cheating, even the guy on his side. How someone could possibly cheat in knife throwing is a bit confusing, but Gala's not questioning it. They didn't cheat, and they've most certainly won. She's not going to fight for the victory she already has. And it doesn't seem like Matthew has much of an urge to protest either, leaving it at the fact the redhead sucks with his aim. Now who bit off more then they can chew?

Luckily he caves into his defeat and admits to owing them a case of beer. For some reason his eyes stay upon Gala though, as if too figure out how a little girl beat him. Why he's not interested in Matthew, someone his size, is silly yet no surprising. Always picking on the easier bait. He offers a bench pressing competition next time, as if that's even fair. It's surprising that Gala kicked ass in her aim and throwing, there's no way she could ever compete in lifting weights. All of these guys can probably bench more then she weighs. So her lips stay sealed, and she hopes that Matt doesn't boost her again in a talent she'll never have.

Those eyes on the redhead remain on Gala in the most uncomfortable way. What the hell's going through his mind to make him want to stare for so long? Gala's own bright eyes don't flinch away, as if getting a bullseye gives her more of a chance at being intimidating. It doesn't, Thankfully Matthew catches on, delivering his own scare tactic to make the dude back off. That does work. It's the title he gives Gala that means everything though.

On top of the protection, she's called his sister. Instantly a ginormous grin graces her cheeks. Getting that bullseye is no longer the reward, it's that feeling of being close to one of her only friends again, that is. She doesn't even need the official title of his trainee if that's the case. It's not like she won't be getting pointers from him anyways, just as he did earlier to help her get the perfect shot. The privilege of being his little sister is much more valuable. Can only hope that it stays this way.

"Thanks, you did to." Gala replies after Matthew congratulates her and even gives her another hug. There's never been a victory that's felt this good. Screw the beer, though one does sound tasty right now.

The outdoors is much cooler then the heated gym, but the excitement in Gala keeps her plenty warm. Especially when Matthew praises her even more. Gotta do these competitions more often. "I did." Gala agrees with a soft giggle and that same smirk that has yet to fade. "So did you! And with your bad side! Have you trained with your left before?" She questions, curious if he has a lot of experience under his belt or just got lucky.

"I can't believe I got the bullseye, I've only ever gotten close before." Gala shares her first accomplishment with the target. "I listened to you and exhaled before I threw." Perhaps bragging about the fact that Matthew helped her achieve this, will convince him to do things like this more often.

"Damn." Gala comments, clearly impressed. She was lucky to throw perfectly with her good arm, it seems impossible to do so with her other side. Yet Matthew of course managed it. Guess she's not that surprised, that's exactly why she wants him as her trainer. Well that, and she's learned her lesson with being trained by strangers.

A chuckle consumes the young Blonde when Matthew speaks the truth. He truly was biting off more then he can chew, bragging about Gala when he wasn't even sure if she could do it. "Thanks." She laughs and takes it with no offense. "Exactly." She then agrees to his advice being the thing that got her the bullseye. Best way to convince him to continue with those pointers, even if they don't give it the official title of trainee.

Another question arises, on whether she was secretly training with someone else. It has her lips freezing, and fades away her happy demeanor. Had she ever told Matthew of the brief period that their enemy had trained her? Perhaps in the hospital afterwards, but all of that is just a blur. She shrugs in reply before she finally gets around to speaking. "Jins was teaching me how to throw knifes before Kyanite showed up...and all that stuff happened in the gym." She admits with a bowed head. Suddenly winning no longer matters. "But he sucked as a trainer."

"I didn't know he was Jins though. He lied to me. And it wasn't until Ky was there that I found out." Gala feels the need to clarify. The last thing she wants is for Matthew to be mad at her after all that just happened. That'd suck.

Eyes widen on Gala's face for a second while Matthew comments over the fact she must not have a sense for people if she allowed Jins to train her. Sure he gave her strange vibes, but nothing more then that. She was desperate for a trainer, and he seemed extremely impressed by her performance at the pregames. No one even seems to remember her after a couple months had past from that event, except for Jins. To her it was all innocent, until she stupidly invited Kyanite and everything turned for the absolute worst. When she found out who he truly was. "That's why I don't want anyone else as my trainer." Gala explains the results of learning from her mistakes.

Everything goes silent, a horrible sound to hear at this moment. He's mad, isn't he? It's very much in the past, though she could be the exact reason why the horrible things ever occurred. Her focus stays upon the floor until Matthew's hands gently go to her shoulder and his voice isn't the least bit mad. Instead of a lecture, he asks her if she's okay now. Her vision flickers up to him as she nods her head in return. Of course she knows Jins was captured, killed even. She sure as hell wouldn't be strolling around if that wasn't the case.

"I know." Gala informs. The guy that has prevented Jins from ever returning is right in front of her. But does she go that far? Share how much she actually knows? Even if he had killed a terrible person, it can't be that easy to swallow. "How are you handling it?" She asks with a hushed tone. She's had plenty of time to absorb all that's happened, but she also wasn't involved in the final Jins incident. Can only wonder and question how everyone else is.

What does talking to someone have to do with any of this? She's communicating with Matthew right now, so it's not like she's constantly isolated. With seven sisters Gala's lucky to get alone time. Yet Gwen's always ragging on her for not talking, which makes no sense given she's hardly quiet. Perhaps they mean in the emotional way though, a situation she always attempts to avoid. Even currently as she takes it as a friend to talk to. "I see Kyanite every now and then." Gala shrugs with her answer.

It seems silly to be focusing on her when she wasn't involved, nor harmed, in the latest Jins incident. She doesn't have to suffer with the fresh horrible memories that monster might of caused, only old ones that she's managed to deal with. Yet Matthew questions about her injuries next. "Have been for a bit." She explains with a weak smirk. Still have that ugly scar; and fear of the water, but she's always had that. No point in asking how he's physical doing, she can tell from his wrapped up hand. It's mentally that she's curious about.

Vaguely she questions how he's handling it all, leaving it open to any way he chooses. What's truly on his mind might slip out, hopefully, and it certainly does. He's grateful that the ones he cares for made it out alive, but still questions if that makes everything alright. "Yeah," She answers truthfully, "doesn't make it easy though."

To explain himself further, Matthew tries to convince them both that they're careers, and trained to kill. Knew he wasn't handling his first kill very well. "He was going to kill everyone you care about, but even a tough ass like you can't be swallowing it that easily." There's no telling if he'll take this kindly or get angry, this is Matthew after all. Maybe he'll see that she's only trying to understand, though her lips stay together until she knows for sure.