even if {kaplan}
Dec 24, 2017 15:19:40 GMT -5
Post by knuckles on Dec 24, 2017 15:19:40 GMT -5
you're on the edge of giving up
you know I feel it too
you won't be alone because
I'm with you
It was just another day.
Oblivion sat at the first aid table watching people train. The stigma of careers ran high, and even her own family wanted her to train, yet she never saw the need to. She won gold medals from the Olympics hoping to prove her family wrong, but the weight of the world only grew heavier. Renegade was the perfect child. She always trained. She always fought hard for everything while Oblivion sat on the side watching.
For the most part it didn't bother her, but sometimes it became too much.
Sometimes she wanted to give up. To go back to where she was when she made the decision to save lives instead of taking them away. Sometimes she regret her decision, but maybe one day the world would come around. Maybe her parents would understand her better than they do now.
If only it wasn't just a dream.
Stubby fingers wrapped around a roll of bandages, and she twirled it in her hands. Most of the time she sat alone waiting for a willing participant to come and learn, yet most of the people visiting the station was someone who got injured during training.
And today was no different.
In the midst of the yelling and shouting, metal clashed against metal. Vulgar profanities reached her ears, and she tried with all she had to block it out. Humming an old tune, Oblivion tried blocking out the rest of the world, but the worse had yet to come.
She only heard part of the conversation, yet it was enough to bring the loner to her feet. Something about a cheap shot and someone getting hurt. If it was bad enough, they would make their way over towards her; otherwise, she left them alone. It wasn't her place to figure out what all was going on. Not to mention she didn't want to stir up any trouble. These people were strong, they knew how to fight, and a little bit of pain wasn't going to kill them.
She sighed before sitting back down.
Her head rest on the table for only a short moment because someone was standing before her, blood gushing from his obviously angled nose. He shrugged his shoulders before asking for help. Something to take the pain away, but all she had was bandages and ice packs. She saw the tears pooled in the corner of his eyes. His nose was obviously broken, and yet he all he wanted was the bleeding controlled long enough to continue the fight he was in -
"I'll teach that kid a lesson."
It was beyond her what he was talking of, and honestly, Oblivion didn't care. Popping an ice pack, the girl handed it to him;
"Here, put this on your neck. It'll help control the bleeding." Her voice was quiet and low as she unwrapped a thing of bandages, "And use these to grip the bridge of your nose. It'll also help stop the bleeding."
He nodded his head in agreement and started to walk away;
"I wouldn't go back to training just yet. At least let the bleeding stop."
The male stopped in his tracks and turned around. If looks could kill, Oblivion would've fell over dead. Every single hair stood on end, and her eyes were wide. Part of her wanted to run away, yet she stood her ground.
"Well, okay." He sat down at a chair beside her before looking the other way; "You may want to check on that guy. He looks like he's in more pain than I am."
you know I feel it too
you won't be alone because
I'm with you
It was just another day.
Oblivion sat at the first aid table watching people train. The stigma of careers ran high, and even her own family wanted her to train, yet she never saw the need to. She won gold medals from the Olympics hoping to prove her family wrong, but the weight of the world only grew heavier. Renegade was the perfect child. She always trained. She always fought hard for everything while Oblivion sat on the side watching.
For the most part it didn't bother her, but sometimes it became too much.
Sometimes she wanted to give up. To go back to where she was when she made the decision to save lives instead of taking them away. Sometimes she regret her decision, but maybe one day the world would come around. Maybe her parents would understand her better than they do now.
If only it wasn't just a dream.
Stubby fingers wrapped around a roll of bandages, and she twirled it in her hands. Most of the time she sat alone waiting for a willing participant to come and learn, yet most of the people visiting the station was someone who got injured during training.
And today was no different.
In the midst of the yelling and shouting, metal clashed against metal. Vulgar profanities reached her ears, and she tried with all she had to block it out. Humming an old tune, Oblivion tried blocking out the rest of the world, but the worse had yet to come.
She only heard part of the conversation, yet it was enough to bring the loner to her feet. Something about a cheap shot and someone getting hurt. If it was bad enough, they would make their way over towards her; otherwise, she left them alone. It wasn't her place to figure out what all was going on. Not to mention she didn't want to stir up any trouble. These people were strong, they knew how to fight, and a little bit of pain wasn't going to kill them.
She sighed before sitting back down.
Her head rest on the table for only a short moment because someone was standing before her, blood gushing from his obviously angled nose. He shrugged his shoulders before asking for help. Something to take the pain away, but all she had was bandages and ice packs. She saw the tears pooled in the corner of his eyes. His nose was obviously broken, and yet he all he wanted was the bleeding controlled long enough to continue the fight he was in -
"I'll teach that kid a lesson."
It was beyond her what he was talking of, and honestly, Oblivion didn't care. Popping an ice pack, the girl handed it to him;
"Here, put this on your neck. It'll help control the bleeding." Her voice was quiet and low as she unwrapped a thing of bandages, "And use these to grip the bridge of your nose. It'll also help stop the bleeding."
He nodded his head in agreement and started to walk away;
"I wouldn't go back to training just yet. At least let the bleeding stop."
The male stopped in his tracks and turned around. If looks could kill, Oblivion would've fell over dead. Every single hair stood on end, and her eyes were wide. Part of her wanted to run away, yet she stood her ground.
"Well, okay." He sat down at a chair beside her before looking the other way; "You may want to check on that guy. He looks like he's in more pain than I am."
