CAREER ARENA PLOT Bumping into you (Cameo)

Putting on a stunt for the circus is exactly as terrifying as it may seem from the audience. With a lack of safety nets beneath the daring performers one wrong move can mean a few broken bones, or even the chance of taking a life. That was one thing that Gala & Gwen's older sisters made perfectly clearly; the biggest rule for any of them was keeping it safe. 'Practice makes perfect' as they have made their new motto if they were aware or not. But it's not only humans that can make a dangerous slip up while practicing.

It had been a few weeks since Gala's accident and she could even begin performing once again... which meant both of the twins could finally be apart of the circus once again. Even with as much as Gala enjoyed training, something about the family circus still had it on top of everything. She was ecstatic to escalate back into the sky to recreate and create new tricks. Everything was going perfect, and everyone was predicting if anything was to go wrong it would be Gala and her wounded shoulder. A large mat was place beneath them just for precaution, and nearly everyone of their sisters were watching. But for once it wasn't either of the twins to mess something up.

Being girls they never considered maintenance on the equipment they were trusting to keep them all afloat in the air, while performing dangerous tricks. Both of the ropes holding up the trapeze bar snapped from the pressure of the girls jumping off and landing back on in-syncly. Luckily the mat had broke their fall, and Gwen broke even more of Gala's fall. Immediately the anger directed to the twin that wasn't hurt, and Gala was baffled by what she could of done. The nurturing side turned to Gwen while the nagging sister side yelled at Gala.

"Go get materials to fix this!" Bluebell demanded as she scooped up Gwen. "We'll fix your better half." Accidentally slipped, but for some reason all of the older sisters were too pissed to take back what she said.

Anger filled Gala's face because that was the only feeling she'd ever let herself have when it came to being upset. "At least she gets hurt for the first damn time!" Gala yelled before storming out of the room. Even when she was hurt it seemed that their sisters would still put just as much blame on her. She didn't understand, but decided following orders was her best option.

The distance from the Thomas's house and circus was a bit from the town, and one would expected it would be plenty of time for Gala to calm down. But of course it didn't. Even her healing shoulder burned from the fall, though she hardly noticed. All she could care about was getting the stupid materials as quickly as possible, unsure why though on account she was in no rush to return home. What was she even suppose to get? She had no clue on how to fix the trapeze bar.

Rope, nails, and maybe a bit of wood? Gala had no clue on how to possibly fix anything on the sort. It couldn't be just rope nailed into the top of the tent, there was a way that their sisters pulled them higher into the air. She thought for a second, read the price tags, and calculated everything in her head. Gwen was much better at math though. Of course she didn't grab a list of materials needed, but she didn't remember to grab some cash. Hopefully her sisters would pay her back on account she was so upset she grabbed her own money.

The line was short with only one guy in front of her, but Gala was too distracted by continuing to count everything she had. What would be even worse is more disappointment upon her sisters faces when she comes home with the wrong materials. Gala sighed, nearly ready to cry in defeat, but luckily something pushed her to regenerate her anger that she refused to turn into sorrow. Her butt hit the floor along with the clacking of nails dancing on the floor, and the other materials simply leaving a loud thud next to her. "Really!!!" Gala nearly yelled until her eyes darted up to see her old trainer.

For just a split second Gala wanted to give him a huge hug, knowing that he'd understand the stupidity of her sisters. But instantly she remembered the last time they saw one another, with a gash on her shoulder that hurt worse then hell. Matthew grew furious and simply left them. "Great, just my luck." Gala mumbled as she scrambled to pick everything up.

The sound of sarcasm from another person brings back the urge for Gala to hug Matthew like he was an older brother she hadn't seen in years. But he wasn't, and he made the affirmative a while back. Though the kindness from him currently was unexpected, as he bent down to help pick up the alone twin's supplies. "Sorry, just surprised me." Gala explained, though the sarcasm from him made it evident he didn't really believe she was displeased with running into him. Well maybe wasn't too thrilled to be running into him like this, but then again she was actually glad to see him as much as she tried to hide it. She couldn't help that she was surrounded by sisters and always longed for a big brother to follow around and learn from.

Matthew's name rips through the silent as apparently the store owner, or cashier at least, knew him on a first name basis. A giggle escaped Gala as much as she was trying to hold it back. "Someone has a reputation." Gala notices and comments out loud as all of the materials quickly get shuffled back into the basket.

Gala's blue eyes grew large at the sound of her own name, especially because it wasn't her twin sister's name. Had Matthew really learned to tell them apart within a few days of training? Or maybe it was just a good guess. "Nice guess." Gala's unconvinced that anyone could tell them apart. A helping hand is presented and by this point she's completely shocked. Especially after everything that happened it didn't seem like Matthew would ever be nice to either of the twins again. Then again Gala secretly liked to convince herself for once she was favored instead of her twin. "Thanks." She says while being pulled to her feet.

"Why are you being nice?" Gala cuts the chase because now Matthew is asking about her shoulder. "You hate girls, you said it yourself." She adds to support her argument. Usually someone wouldn't complain about a normal jerk finding their nice side, but to Gala it was just odd. If he was able to leave her and her open wound, why would he care now that it's close up?

The basket once again filled with materials is placed beside the register by Gala, who's head is still turned to Matthew in order to not give him an excuse to leave. "We had a bit of an accident at the circus today, but besides that my shoulder's fine. Thanks." She felt the need to still answer his question, at least he was trying to be nice.

Looking at the most-likely wrong materials in her basket, the store she was in, and the person she ran into, it was as if something suddenly snapped in Gala's brain. "One second." She pulled away the materials she was about to buy from the store owner. "Do you know how to fix things?" Her attention turned to Matthew, placing that sweet face on, which usually helps with convincing people. "Our trapeze swing broke....we can pay you!"

A shrug and another laugh escapes Gala when Matthew asks if she'd prefer him being an ass. "To an extent." She replies with a smirky grin, after all he was the only one that understood the young girl's sarcasm. She could never ask someone to disregard their own sarcasm that the majority dislikes.

Instead of the answer coming from Matthew on whether or not he was handy, the store owner jumps in with enthusiasm. A simple answer isn't the only thing given, but also information about Matthew's father as well. He doesn't seem to pleased that his talents given away though, that is until money's brought up. Gala digs into her pockets to find she grabbed a good chunk of her stash. Hopefully her sisters would be willing to pay a bit of it back on account it was nearly all of the money Gala owned, but she could careless at the moment.

It was a clear indication that the exact change Matthew mentioned had to of been for the store with the eye contact him and the owner exchanged. Gala placed the amount on the counter after counting it a few times in her hands...her twin was the one with the brains. "Be right back." She says after the 25$ is on the counter, walking away to collect the supplies that Matthew mentioned, taking back the thinner rope on account she wasn't wasting anymore money.

"Thanks." Gala says with a smile as she collects her bags, it was for more then the exchange of money for goods though. She waited for Mr. Barhns to bring Matthew's purchases to the counter and for him to grab his supplies then headed out the door.

"So any new trainees?" Gala decided to start up a conversation for the walk, also being extremely curious on account she received a new trainer. She didn't like her though, their new trainer was more of Gwen's cup of tea. But clearly the girls couldn't be beside one another all of the time, and had separate interests in teaching techniques.

It was nice to hear that Matthew wasn't training anyone else, that meant Gala wouldn't have to purposely get into a fight to prove herself. It wasn't that she was the jealous type or anything, after all she had a twin that usually got all the attention due to Gala's unique attitude. But she couldn't help but think she'd have to prove that Matthew made a bad mistake because his old trainee was ready to beat anyone. A smile grew on her face with the news. "Oh darn." A small whisper escaped of sarcasm, after all that just sounded like a chance to get her trainer back.

The next information is shocking, well not entirely...or at all. But to Gala it was. After all it would be irresponsible of the training center to allow someone to train young kids when their last trainees ended up in loads of trouble. But it didn't seem like anyone truly noticed, though eyes and ears must be around everywhere especially the training center. "That's stupid." Gala couldn't help but comment. "It wasn't your fault, I did it." She even threw herself under the buss, which she had never done for anyone, with the exception of her twin.

"Yeah." Gala answers with disappointment, first because she didn't want another trainer, and two now it'd be more difficult to convince Matthew to train her again. A giggle interrupted the conversation when he suggests telling their trainer to duck while they threw knifes, especially because he said he. "We have a girl trainer." She informs. "Kaygha something...she has an even worse attitude then us if that's possible."

Laughter filled the air when Matthew questioned whether or not he was really talking to Gala. "Yeah, pretty sure." She responded, with her cheeks hurting from the funny sarcasm. It was a bit shocking on account Gala was not the type to admit to her wrong doing. But she was ready to say anything with hopes to gaining her new trainer back. After all Kayhgna was even more strict, and always sounded like she could careless about the girls. Didn't she understand they were training for protection? Incase they were to ever be reaped. The dislike for her really occurred though when Gwen and her became best buds. Gala was certain it was because Gwen wanted a bit of revenge so she glued herself to the new trainer, knowing that her sister wanted their old trainer back.

Apparently the news of the twins' new trainer didn't thrill Matthew too much either. "Frack!" Gala complains as he grabs her arm to stop her, the one attached to the wounded shoulder as well. After everything the poor thing can hardly heal with all of the accidents and training. "Kayhga something!" She repeats for Matthew's answer, hoping it'd calm him down, though her own voice was raising with his. He's not too pleased with the name of their trainer either though.

"How am I suppose to keep up with everyone you've gotten into a fight with!?!" Gala protests, confused by the fact that Matthew could grow so angry over someone...especially a girl. Then again as much as a jerk he may seem to be, she always assumed he wasn't the type to hit a girl. Next comes the accusation that Gala was simply messing with him. She couldn't understand, how was she even suppose to know?

"You're not that damn special!" Gala's not the type of person to grow scared and weak at someone's anger, after all she was the opposite of her twin. And the fact that Matthew was angry at her for her new trainer was completely upset, especially due to the fact she didn't like her just as much. "I didn't even pick her, and I don't even fracken like her." She tries to calm herself down, and explain reasonably. After all it was stupid for them to be fighting over a girl they both didn't like.

It's odd but Matthew actually gives in to Gala's point of view, after all there was no way that she was going to know. Even still she didn't get to pick her trainer, obviously she would of picked a guy. That sounded like a better plan to get Matthew to want to train them, or at least Gala, again. After all she figured that he'd have more enemies that were dudes, but clearly not. "Thanks." She mutters as she stretches her weak arm a bit, but it still hurt like a really bad bruise.

Even the words 'I can't blame you' comes from Matthew, a smile returning to Gala...well a small one. Then came the explanation of this hatred, and by no surprise it was a fight. Sounds like a bad one to, between two strangers and a lot of knuckles hitting skin. And after one event Matthew now has a hatred for an enemy, a female at that to. There was no comment from Gala, she wasn't sure what to say, but certainly he had to know that she understood. But then again once someone's on her good side that's where they remain, and so goes for her bad side.

After a bit of silence Gala's asked how training is. She considered in for a second, figuring it was rhetorical for a second. Didn't her dislike for her new trainer say it all? "Gwen likes it." For some reason she feels like sharing, maybe that would instigate Matthew to only train her. Make it like a competition. "But she has no concern over my shoulder healing, so it still hurts like hell...and she trains us like dogs." She doesn't need to hold anything back for some reason, which she usually does to avoid conflict. Then again they were just exchanging why they both disliked something. "But has taken a liking for Gwen." Her blue eyes narrow with disappointment.

The circus is obvious, and Gala doesn't even need to give directions but simply lead the way to the entrance. She was hoping to have it empty, have enough time to show Matthew everything and get him started before one of her sisters appeared. But Bluebell, the oldest of them all, was already in there going through everything. Immediately she stopped and glared over at her little sister and stranger. "Who the hell are you?" She was certainly a great one at greeting people.

It's probably obvious that it's a bad idea to train with a wounded should, especially one as bad as Gala's. But there was no time for relaxation to heal, even if she stopped training with the Careers, she had to train for the circus. Their family's income depended on it. "Yeah, I'll be lucky if it ever heals." She comments under her breath though it might of been loud enough for Matthew to comprehend.

It's a surprise to him that the twins actually disagreed on something, assuming they were always on the same side. At first Gala was a bit insulted because it was another case of getting paired with her sister just because they were identical. But then again they never disagreed on anything, always understanding one another. So she couldn't be insulted by Matthew's comment. "Yeah me to." She adds with a sigh.

"It doesn't seem like she will." Gala informs, not to disappointment Matthew or anything. Their new trainer was filled with anger and energy, as much as it sucked for them it meant she was a good Career. It's a much needed change when Matthew questions whether or not that the girls were just as much trouble to their new trainer then to him. "More so, don't worry." She couldn't help but laugh as she answered. Hopefully he knew that Gala was the trouble while Gwen was the new kiss ass.

It's also just as funny to see Matthew's eyes go up with the circus tent, surprised by how tall it actually is. With a crowd full of guests, all of the lights, and the view from the stands it difficult to properly estimate how tall it is. During the day though, with natural lights, and not nearly as many people, it can seem awfully large. "Yeah, me and Gwen." Gala answers his next question, her shoulder ached with the thought. "Luckily it happened with a mat under us and not during a show." She points out the thick, but still relatively small mat under the hanging mess.

The sight of Gala's older sister, especially walking over to them, automatically brings nervousness through out the young girl. And to no surprise Bluebell's not to pleased with seeing some guy, which is kind of a surprise with how much of a flirt she is. At least a relatively nice introduction is made by her, well nice for her. Immediately Gala buried her face in her hands when Matthew commented back though, with an even worse comeback. The last thing she wanted was a fight, and now she knew that he wasn't afraid to fight a girl. But then again Bluebell wasn't the physical type, unless it came to a guy she liked not the other way around.

"The owner of the circus you're being a handy man for!" Bluebell's voice wasn't loud but held a lot of fire behind it. "So I'd watch it." Her light eyes go down to her little sister. "Of course you'd be the one responsible." If it was anyone else they'd probably cry at her cold words, but Gala was used to hearing those lecture for their Father. Bluebell was now just replacing their father. "Don't try anything on jailbait you perv." Of course one more insult has to escape Bluebell before she storms off, still pissed about the clown comment. At least she didn't put together that Matthew was their old trainer. That would of been bad.

"The pulley's this way." Gala informs with a muffled voice, leading the way over to all of the technology that runs the circus.