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Battle Wounds (Jack, Marree, & Cato) Jan 3, 2014 19:28:05 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 3, 2014 19:28:05 GMT -5

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There's a certain security behind a simple hug, as if the comforting embrace could protect someone from anything. The first few years of the twins lives were filled with a lot of sick nights. Often their mother was busy at her nightshifts, but whenever she could she was there for all of her children. Nothing could take away pain like Mrs. Thomas cradling her babies with a soft hum. More often then not the time was cut short with the need for money, the time for work. "It's alright baby girl, you're going to be fine." She'd always reassure before having to leave. No wonder the loves left when she did.

"It's alright, Gala. You're fine! You're fine!" Kyanite's just as soothing, not hesitating or rejecting away the small broken career. It had to of been a dream. She didn't leave her, was just guarding the door from any unwanted visitors. Gala bites down on her inner cheek as the relieving feeling is actually threatening tears. Certainly she knew the older career was willing to step into a fight for her, but comfort as well? She doesn't loosen on the grip, having no desire to move until she has to; the fight was over with, the nurses were gone, and the pain could be dealt with.

A weird, new feelings fills Gwen at the sight of her twin and older girl, that clearly didn't like her, hugging. It was a twin's job to be caring, not hers. No one ever fixes Gala except for the ones related to her...well her mother and twin. The pain surrounding her look-alike was felt down the hall, but that was because they knew each other more then anyone. Before she has a chance to protest anything though an alarm blares on. Even more fear exerts from Gala. What was going on?

"Lets go back into the room. Gwen, you too." Kyanite directs them back into medic room, not moving her protecting hands off of Gala. Gwen to, how sweet. They listen though it was the last place Gala wanted to return to. Still the energy to object, let alone fight again, was out. "Stay put. Both of you." That Gala wasn't going to submit to, having Kyanite out in the hall alone. Even if she felt defeated she knew the older career did as well. The marks on her face, on her throat, this Mason dude was just as scary as the youngster figured.

"No..." Gala attempts to get out, not before the door closes though.

"What's happening Gala?" Gwen asks with her voice filled with concern. She already felt awful about not being able to get here faster, and now she felt replaced by an older career. That wasn't going to happen, she wasn't going to allow it.

"We ran into the guy I fought..." Gala explains, after all she told her twin everything. "Mason." She tells in a soft voice, her eyes not budging from the door. Usually listening wasn't her strong suit, but disobeying someone with her best interest, she knew better not to do.

"Sissy, come sit." Gwen lightly tugs on Gala's arm to return back to the medical bed, and of course she does so. "Did they tell you what's wrong?"

"No, they knocked me out." Gala's voice has a slight chuckle to it. Being trouble was something she was sort of proud about.

"Judging by the bandages, just a bad foot and a rib or two." She gently pokes the area with the biggest bulge of bandages on her sister's ribs, the reaction being a loud growl. "Yup, broken."

"Really!" Gala scolds in pain. "Thats your way of finding out?"

"Sorry." Gwen's voice goes down with sadness, her twin was never rude to her.

A knock interrupts them, making both of the girls freeze in there place and dart their eyes to the door. Before a response the intruder barges in anyways. They both sigh in sync with one another at the sight of Matthew. "Ready to go home?" He asks; finally the best question all day. Without a second of thought both girls nod there head up and down, yes please.

Gwen helps her sister down from the bed and offers her shoulder for support. The bad part is the fact that Gwen consists on no strength, increase her speed by only a bit. Any pressure on her broken foot finally actually brings a horrible pain. But at least it's only one. "Where's Kyanite?" Gala questions, assuming she was keeping guard; but wouldn't she off peered in by now, if only for a second?

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Battle Wounds (Jack, Marree, & Cato) Jan 3, 2014 20:33:37 GMT -5

Post by * on Jan 3, 2014 20:33:37 GMT -5

The moment the alarms went off around me, while I was holding on to Gala, I felt this unmistakable amount of fear. I saw what wounds he created on Gala. Those wounds, were from a planned fight; anticipated. The audience knew that someone had to lose and someone had to win. It wasn't hard to figure out that scenario. However, these wounds that I just received from that same challenger that Gala fought was from pure rage. The kind of rage that makes you blind to strength and good intentions. There was no audience to cheer him on, nor for me. It was just a behind the scenes fluke that was never suppose to happen. The moment that Mason attacked me, I saw that look in his eye when his hands were around my neck. That glare of hatred and pure, utter rage. He was like a charging bull, without a fence, that was ready to take down anyone in his path. I happened to be in his way; I happened to be his unfortunate target. So now with the alarms screaming out, I stand outside of the door to Gala's medical room, my fingers flexing on both of my hands. My face throbbing with pain and my back somewhat numb right now due to what might happen next.

"Where are you Mason? Come back for more? You wanna kill me now? Is that it?" I mutter and take a few painful steps to the first corner not far from Gala's room. This courage boiling over in my stomach to make me look around the corner was ever present, but so was that fear that he might be running down that next hallway or he could just be standing there waiting on me. There was no way to tell. I step closer to it, my feet barely taking its full steps until I get to the corner and I take a deep breath and move quickly to round the corner.

Empty.

No people.

No Mason.

I let out this heavy sigh and continue my travels down the hallway but stop for a few moments and lean against the wall heavily. My head falls downward and I bring a hand up to my face to feel the bottom part of my jaw line that is throbbing. At least it's not broken. I'm surprised. Hurt like hell... busted my cheek open on the inside enough for stitches, but still... Mason will pay for what he did to me. For what he done to Gala as well. And Matthew... did he actually go after him because of what he did to us? Did we fuel his need for satisfaction? What's happening to Matthew? He's changing. Why?

I scrunch up my face and bounce off the wall and turn around to go back to Gala's room to keep an eye on them. I take two steps before I look backwards after getting this sudden burst of images from when I turned my back on Mason and got speared in the back. Guess, I'll have to live with that for a while... Just as soon as Jins becomes obsoletete, now, I have to deal with another guy. Ripred... why? Why me? The words play off in my head like a broken record. "Why me...". Everytime something like this happens, I blame someone or something else. Its going to have to change because it seems to just be my fault every time. I make it back to the doorway of where Gala and her twin is, only to see the door opened.

"Dear lord.. NO!" I end up scream out as every detailed amount of fear that I had haboured moments ago searching for Mason, now came into effect. I dash into the room and my fist goes flying toward the body standing straight in the doorway, but right before I do hit the mans body, I stop and stumble. I catch myself barely on the chair beside the door, my fingers gripping tightly onto the arm of it. My breathing fast and labored. "It's not him... not... him..."

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Battle Wounds (Jack, Marree, & Cato) Jan 5, 2014 3:53:50 GMT -5

Post by Jack Lexington on Jan 5, 2014 3:53:50 GMT -5

As soon as I lay eyes on my trainee I know she's in pretty bad shape. At least her sister there to support her so I don't have to be the one showing all the sympathy because right now I'm not in the mood when I was the one being questioned while they let Mason escape. I would comfort her though if need be. Right she seems to need a helping hand more than a shoulder to cry on so I close the distance between us and am about to reach under her arm when somebody practically knocks the door down. That same somebody is trying to attack me but at the last second grabs hold of a chair.
I spin around to catch sight of Kyanites long whirling locks falling all around her when she slumps into that chair breathing that it's not him.
Confused I look at her. "Not him?" It's not hard to guess who she meant though. "Nope, Mason is making a run for it. I doubt he's coming back in here....not unless he's stupid."
I chuckle slightly at her ungraceful landing.
Then I reach under Gala arm and wrap my own around her back to support her. It's hard because she's a lot smaller than me so I finally tell her. "Ah, screw this. Hold on to my neck."
Who cares if they see me carrying her...after all she's my trainee and I've already made it official that I stand by her.

Gala isn't all that heavy so I carry her outside on my arms. "I'll carry you out to the front and make sure you get home alright. Mason's gone. Don't worry." I reassure the girls and then turn to look at Kyanite who's been pretty jumpy.
"How are you doing?" I might look a little more worried than I'd like to admit but when I saw her go down it looked pretty scary.
"Are you okay? I swear this guy is going to pay for this."
I'm not one to stand up for others but once I'm involved I won't back off.

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Battle Wounds (Jack, Marree, & Cato) Jan 6, 2014 16:28:20 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 6, 2014 16:28:20 GMT -5

Right after Gala's concern over where Kyanite was, someone barges through the ajar door. Everything from today was putting the young career on edge, and she certainly jumps at the sudden chaos; but Mason's shape is much different from the figure running through the door. Even with the fast motion Gala can tell it's Kyanite, allowing a relieving sigh. Matthew on the other hand does share the similar career shape as Mason, and to no surprise the older female goes straight into protection mood. Immediately Gala opens her mouth to warn them both, but luckily Kyanite notices the error before her fist has a chance to slam into an unwanted place.

"It's not him... not... him..." Kyanite catches her breath as she reassures herself. Should they still be fearful of Mason's return? Already Gala knew he was going to be someone to watch out for, just like Joel and his friends, but not this soon. He had to be in a bit of pain, after all the youngster did get in a few good shots. Then again he also appeared to be the type to not feel pain at all with as many retaliations he gave.

"Not him?" Matthew questions, though he must know who Kyanite's talking about. "Nope, Mason is making a run for it. I doubt he's coming back in here....not unless he's stupid."

But by the looks of it Mason does seem stupid, at least to Gala. "How reassuring." She mumbles, though she was confident the drama was over for today. Even if the pain was numb to him, Matthew and even Kyanite must to be in better shape then him. As for Gwen though, her strength is nothing compared to her twin, let alone the older careers. It's noticeable and Gala's trainer offers support as well, except that the height difference doesn't really work out.

"Ah, screw this. Hold on to my neck." Matthew suggests while scooping up his trainee; after all it was the easiest and fastest way of traveling. Being carried out was not in Gala's intentions, actually she hated the idea, just as she refused to be carried from the match. Her strength of fighting back had depleted though, and she especially knew better then to protest against her trainer. "I'll carry you out to the front and make sure you get home alright. Mason's gone. Don't worry."

Gwen never trails far behind, she already missed too much with her inability to get to her twin fast enough. All she could worry about was whether Gala was alright, and if she was angry at her for not getting there sooner. She's not even allowed to help her get out of the place, even if Matthew's support could speed them up greatly. It wasn't there job, it's Gwen's.

"I'll really hate you if we run into the crowd." Gala attempts at a small joke though her voice doesn't have a touch of a giggle like it usually does. The idea of bumping into anyone sounds horrible though.

"How are you doing?" Matthew turns his attention over to Kyanite, who's clearly a bit worried over the entire Mason event. What exactly had happened? "Are you okay? I swear this guy is going to pay for this." He promises, and it even brings a slight grin to Gala's face. Even if he wanted the revenge only for Kyanite's sake, that was good enough for the small career. By the time Kyanite & Mason fell to the floor, Gala could hardly keep her eyes open, but it must of been something terrible. The looks on Kyanite, on everyone, the intensity of wanting revenge, it had to be more then the controlled pregame fight.

"You better." Gala agrees even if it was directed towards Kyanite. A bit of guilt finds it way through the horrible pain, knowing that if she didn't tackle Mason, this probably would of all been avoided.

"We live next to the circus tent." Gwen shares in a soft voice. "It's a bit of a distances if you want me to help Gala...." Her social skills are better then her twin's, even being the shy one. But talking to these two older careers that actually preferred Gala over her, maybe even disliked her, makes her more awkward then usual.

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Battle Wounds (Jack, Marree, & Cato) Jan 9, 2014 17:38:33 GMT -5

Post by * on Jan 9, 2014 17:38:33 GMT -5

I stop my attack before I can do any damage to the man in front of me that turns out to be non other than Matthew. The one who actually went after Mason after he attacked me. The one who has always been there for me since day one when he reluctantly accepted the coach's need to pair him with a chick to get him over his hatred of females. It worked. Well, it was working so far. So far, he's come a long way, especially with me and Gala. Both of us are working toward getting him to the point that not all females are the root of all problems and with Matthew's help, unknowingly, he has started to turn my view on men entirely; until Mason. Once again, that fear has been instilled in me once again. The circumstances are difference, but the outcomes are just the same. I end up with injuries and scars that will never really heal. Though, isn't that normal?

My breaths run fast for a few moments with the small heart attack I gave myself thinking that Mason had made his way back to Gala's room, but with Matthew's confirmation about Mason being long gone, I'm able to relax for a few moments. My back screams with the movements I used to try to take down the person in the room and backed off just in time, but I let none of the pain show. It's just an aftermath feeling, besides, the adrenaline is running high on me for the moment. Then comes his concern again. Now, that there is no danger, I feel the need to shove off some of the emotional discomfort of feeling this way. Now, I know the enemy out there again. Showing weakness can't be done. I nod to Matthew and begin to relax as I look to Gala and Gwen in the room. He takes no time at all to scoop little Gala into his arms. Just the sight of it makes my mood lighter. He's carrying a girl out of the room. Won't that hurt his image? I muse, letting a small amount of joy become apparent on my lips as I take to standing from the chair I had slumped in once I let my heartrate return to normal.

Even Gala has to comment on Matthew when he tells me that he will make sure that Mason pays for what he has done. I can only guess it's from what he has done to both me and Gala. As Matthew begins his way out of the doorway, Gwen pipes up about where they live. I know the road there will be a bit tough to manage after everything has happened and I'm starting to feel the same. I want to make sure Gala is comfortable at home before I head back home to await my battle tomorrow. A small jolt of fear runs down my spine. My battle will be this time tomorrow. I couldn't be more pumped, though the challenger has me worried. Shaking that thought, she looks to Gwen.

"I'd prefer to see her home, if you don't mind?" In truth, it wasn't Gwen's business about what just occured. She came late. She has a different trainer. She may be her twin, but Matthew and I have become more to her in the last couple weeks. I couldn't just send her off without knowing she'd be taken care of. "If you'll show us where you live though, would be nice." I state, and follow close to Matthew's side.

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Battle Wounds (Jack, Marree, & Cato) Jan 10, 2014 9:59:27 GMT -5

Post by Jack Lexington on Jan 10, 2014 9:59:27 GMT -5

MATTHEW DUNHAM

Gwen ‘s right behind us when I carry Gala, who doesn’t weigh much, out of the room. I cast a quick glance at her wondering how she feels about her sister taking oart in the games and getting beat down. She looks worried but not angry.
“Why didn’t you talk her out of this?” I wonder. “I sure enough couldn’t.”

"I'll really hate you if we run into the crowd." Gala complains most likely because she’s embarrassed. I would be, too, if someone had to carry me out.

When I swear to make Mason pay Gala agrees with me. It’s the best I can do for both of my friends. Mason needs to feel exactly what he did to them and neither one of them is strong enough to pay him back. It might be against the law but in this case I will overlook that fact. “Don’t you worry. I’ll get him.”
There’s only the small fact that I’ve already been questioned because I hit him.
“You can visit me in the detention center later.” I joke but in truth I’m slightly worried about my recent course of actions with shooting Jins ahlf to death and now going after Mason. These girls seem to be bad for my future, yet I have to help them.

Gala explains where she lives when we finally stand out on the curb. Most people have left already and there is no public transport going anymore.
Gwen offers to help me but I’m more worried about Kyanite right now. She’s pretty pale and looks slightly shaky. Maybe the whole situation has gotten to her.
“How are you getting home? Where is home anyway?”
I wonder whether we can get the money for a cab or whether we should simply hitch hike. “I doubt you can walk that far?”

I the distance I can see one of the public busses turning the corner. It will be full but might be our best chance. “Does that go anywhere near your place?”
Gala is starting to get a little heavy in my arms so I carefull set her down and wrap her arm around my shoulder.
Suddenly a man’s voice makes us turn our heads. He’s middle aged with grey hair and a beard. He looks well groomed.
“Congratulations.” He tells Gala and gets closer to us.
“I saw you fight. That was pretty courageous for your age…I’m assuming you’re no older than 14.”
He offers the young girl a hand after pulling off his leather glove, which makes me instantly weary.
“Harold Townsend is my name in case you’re wondering, Gala.”
I can’t help but feel uneasy about the guy so I watch him closely in his fine suit and the expensive leather shoes.
“I’d like to offer you my card. I sponsor young careers, who have a lot of potential. Call me in case you’re interested.’
Then he turns to leave the three of us behind only to look back at us once. “You wouldn’t need a ride home, would you?”
Under my breath I tell my trainee. “Don’t.”

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Battle Wounds (Jack, Marree, & Cato) Jan 10, 2014 13:29:43 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 10, 2014 13:29:43 GMT -5

“Why didn’t you talk her out of this?” Matthew's question is very surprising, especially due to the fact it's directed towards Gwen. With different trainers and constant inability to perform, they weren't spending hardly as much as usual. “I sure enough couldn’t.” Well that's because no one can. Once Gala has her mind set on something she does it.

"You had a better chance then I did." Gwen comments with her voice remaining hushed. Lately she was growing out of being shy, except around Gala's friends. She glances over at Kyanite who also refuses to leave Gala's side. "Both of you." She shares, disappointed that there was actually two people with better influence then her over her twin.

Why would Gwen offer to take Gala off Matthew & Kyanite? Didn't she understand the close bond slowly forming? Or maybe she did and didn't like it. Either way her twin didn't appreciate it. At least neither of them take it. "I'd prefer to see her home, if you don't mind?" Kyanite's voice sounds a little stern, but still she's staying calm. She asks for Gwen to lead the way though, kind enough to not send away the twin all together. There's still a heart as tough as she may appear.

"Sure." She agrees lightly.

Another shocking statement escapes Matthew; “You can visit me in the detention center later.” That was the last thing Gala, and certainly Kyanite as well. The hurt career gives a light push to her trainer's shoulder, with no energy for anything more. Not yet at least.

"Then don't get back at him!" A stern look joins with her comment.

They reach the point of needing to discuss on how to get everyone home safely, not to mention with two of them hurting. But still Kyanite doesn't want to depart until knowing Gala was safely at home, and despite all the pain it warms her heart to know two people cared about her. “Does that go anywhere near your place?” Matthew questions as he sets his trainee down. A couple of busses are transporting everyone away.

"Yeah." Gwen answers, knowing her twin would be uncertain; which she was. After all they walked everyone.

Before they have a chance to agree to take a buss a nicely dressed man interrupts them. "Congratulations." He greets, did he mishear who won? Gala's face automatically grows confused. Even without the win he thinks that young career did an amazing job. No older then fourteen. He pauses.

"I'll be fourteen soon..." Gala informs, still completely baffled by this guy.

He gives his full name, and even knows the little one's name. How weird. “I’d like to offer you my card. I sponsor young careers, who have a lot of potential. Call me in case you’re interested." Harold offers a card, and Gala looks to her trainer with uncertainty on what to do. By the looks on Matthew's face he's just as weary as this guy though.

"You can sponsor me in the games." Gala's bad attitude and sarcasm returns as she doesn't budge a hand to pick up the card. He offers her a ride home, and as much as an easy lift home sounds perfect, she still waits. Even if she was the worst at listening, she knew when it was time to put that aside and take advice.

"Don't." Matthew's voice just reaches Gala's ears. How easy would it be to have her and Gwen taken by a car, and allow Matthew to help Kyanite home. Certainly it's an hour out of there way just the take the broken girl home.

"No..." Gala sighs, because in this condition it was best to listen to her trainer. Still she looks up at him with her blue eyes ask you sure? "We're taking the buss."

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