CAP - The effects of a loss. (Jack ; Cameo)

I watched ever moment of that fight. A few times I had to look away, especially when Kayghna broke my friends arm. Now she's damaged both of us. My teeth are clenched as I stare down at my hands.
Then I force myself to watch the rest of the fight even though the outcome is pretty clear after her good arm is out of order.

Once Kayghna is pronounced winner I feel overwhelmed by a rush of anger and resentment that I've never felt when it comes to somebody else, in this case Kyanite. I want to personally punch that girl out and hurt her for what she's just done to my, well what is she, 'girlfriend'.
Maybe I still get a chance for payback in the second round. Ky surely won't.

I see her walk out with hanging head and wonder whether I should go down there to see whether I can help. But any sort of help would publicly put my affection for her on display.
The crowd starts leaving the seats so I get up as well and my feet simply take me down to the changing and treatment rooms.
An older man with a younger dark haired fellow in tow is heading past me and looks mighty pissed off as well. For a moment I look after him wondering whether he's Kyanites father-the one she's been talking about.

The medical staff blocks my way even though I explain. "She's my friend. Can I see her, please?"
"Not now. Wait here." I'm being told.
The more time passes the more I get worried. Has she been injured seriously? Maybe even life threatening? I can feel my heart rate excellerate and my hands are getting sweaty while I lean against the wall and try to act unimpressed while I'm waiting for Kyanote to come out.

OOC: Can her dad or brother come back?

Once the dark haired guy is allowed to enter her room I'm really starting to wonder who the hell he is? Is he realted or maybe a close friend? maybe even a former boyfriend?
I can't help but roll my shoulder along the wall to turn and sneak a peek in her room. There she is, all beaten up and bandaged hugging the guy.
I swallow hard but stay where I am. Their voices are too low to hear.

Only when the young man comes back outside do I get a good look at his face. He might be related. His dark eyes scan me when he exits the room and asks. "Are you waiting for Kyanite? She'll be a while. Who are you? Should I tell her something?"
All these questions from a stranger who might be mocking me ten minutes later for my concern.
Hesitant I explain. "Just a training partner. How is she?"
The guy shrugs. "She just lost, what do you think."
My expression turns sour because of the way he's talking to me and most of all because of the reminder that she lost to the girl I hate the most. "Yeah, thanks for the reminder."
He gives me a clap on the shoulder and leaves.

For a moment I wait but then I can't resist the urge to poke my head in.
With a silly little smile I greet her to cheer her up.
"Hey dynamite. How're you doing?" I get closer until I can sneak a quick kiss on her forehead before I back off.
"Don't answer that. I can imagine."
My eyes roam the length of her body to scan her for any patches but all I can see it the nice with splint on her arm.
"Good one. I hear it crack." I attempt a joke but her face looks anything but amused. In fact she doens't even look at me.

The conversation down the hallway doesn't seem to last that long. In fact, it doesn't last long at all, and before it know it, the hallway grows silent and I feel safe now. Safe that I don't have to face Matthew. Safe that I don't have to face Gala. Not even my family wants to stick around. I take a huge breath of air into my lungs and get painfully reminded of the pain in my back, both from the wound Mason gave, and my newly bruised ribs. I know exactly how Gala feels, though hers were actually broken. Poor girl! This was definately not the way I had planned for my pregames fight to go. To go in strong, and come out weak is doing nothing but damaging my self worth. To comfort Gala yesterday in her fight was wonderful. She was young but a wonderful fighter. At least she gave Mason a run for her money. Broke a few things on his as well. As for myself? I barely gave her anything to remember me by.

My eyes carry downward to the splinted arm and realize that the two people in my life that had made my life a living hell has done something to my upper limbs. Jins had crushed my right hand with the sword. Kayghna has broken my left arm. Slowly, my enemies are trying to break me down and make sure I stay down. The thought only seems to fuel some sort of fire within my belly until the moment I hear Matthew's voice and my eyes travel to the door to catch his expression. Was he going to angry just as my father and brother was before him? I don't think I could take that from the one person that has suddenly become almost everything to me in life aside from training. Was it him that has caused for my career mode mindset to unwind?

"Hey dynamite. How're you doing?" He questions me with this smile and he comes up to me in this sly manner and places a kiss on my forehead. Then he takes back he question with a statement and leaves it with that. The kiss on my forehead lingers for a few moments, before I feel the sensation disapate. That kiss was suppose to be for someone who deserved it. I was hardly that. Then he takes a shot at a joke, and it does everything but cheer me. I heard it crack, too, Matthew. I heard everything. Don't tell me that I did good in my battle. Little Gala did more damage to Mason than I did to Kayghna. It's pathetic. My father is right. At the door, I hear yet another voice and I feel even worse about what just occured. Gala stands at the door claiming the judges declaired the battle winner wrong. Her attempts to console me works no more than Matthew.

"I won nothing but a trip to the training center first thing in the morning." I hold off on saying anything about my having to sleep there. I don't dare say that my father has made it clear that he wants to see nothing of my face tonight, even though I crave nothing but the warmth of my bed to sooth away my aching muscles and pain in my arm. Tonight, will be a learning experience. My father's way of treating a loser in the family. I earned respect that one time I won against Jins when I was twelve, but lost it the moment I was declaired a failure today. It's funny how the mighty have fallen. I stare at the two people that I feel deserve my respect the most, but I just can't seem to see past what I look forward to tonight.

"Thanks you two... I'll be fine." Those dangerous words. 'I'll be fine'. A way to hope that they'll leave me be for a moment, but the nurse comes in and intrudes on our conversation and looks to my arm that is splinted.

"Hmm, Kyanite, you'll have to leave that on for a few days before we make you a cast. You'll have to go to your doctor in order to do that. I suggest you see him as soon as possible just to make sure that your arm will heal properly." She tells me and I advert my eyes away from the woman.

"Will you please give us a few moments?" I tell her, and she looks to Gala and Matthew. A smile plays on her lips and she gives me a nod and turns to leave.

"So, I bet Kayghna is living it up. Enjoying her victory, I assume. I think you two are the only ones that against her. You know, as long as she don't come down here..." I want to mention Mason's incident, but I know they'll understand what I'm talking about. I'm pretty sure the minute I see her, I will have a few choice words to say to her. I doubt I'd do any damage to her, so words would be about as much as I could do to her. I stare at my arm, and barely move my index finger. "My dad almost wanted to take me out of career training." I say to no one in particular.

"I won nothing but a trip to the training center first thing in the morning." Kyanite's words completely shock Gala. Yesterday her words were all kindness and uplifting, exactly what the little career was attempting to give in return now. Some people are hypocrites when it comes to themselves, being better at giving then taking. A good quality, except if they have caring friends. She appears to be so defeated, though it's understandable after not coming out victorious.

A nurse enters the room without even asking, halting any further conversation. All Gala could be thankful for was that she going to Kyanite. Just before she was sharing about being fine. That one word only ever used to hide the fact that they're hurting, mentally or physically, or both. With only sisters Gala's heard that word a lot. Usually she'd ignore it though, roll her eyes and do her own thing. But now it was coming from Kyanite, from losing a fight against someone they all knew and disliked. If only she understood it wasn't her fault, Kayghna was a bad fighter but also heartless; going in for nasty attacks she could, where as Kyanite was certainly on the fair side. Why wouldn't she believe Gala?

The nurse gives advice to Kyanite, and by now Gala's learned the extent of the injury. Exactly what the youngster was considering, how Kay has no guilt to actually break someone's arm! Over the line in her book, but then again there's no rules in the hunger games. Kyanite asks for the nurse to leave, and after an awkward smile she finally does.



Immediately Matthew chimes in, a smile sliding to Gala's face despite all of the drama; he truly does care about Kyanite, slowly becoming a non-girl hater...or hopefully a little. “Who gives a shit about that bitch?" To get his point across his voice is raised and even gets a small scold from one of the staff.

"She doesn't fight fairly." Gala gives another attempt at helping, though her voice isn't as enthusiastic as before. "Not your fault she's heartless." She mumbles the last bit, becoming thankful that Matthew became her career again; no wonder Gwen was becoming different, with a trainer like her who wouldn't?

"My dad almost wanted to take me out of career training." Kyanite's words spill out so quickly and nearly makes Gala's heart drop. Training would be nothing without Matthew and Kyanite. Before she has a chance to respond, Matthew's doing his job. Of course Gala doesn't mind, after all this was a rarity.

“Really? That’s crazy. You fought well…what are you supposed to do with a broken arm?” Matthew questions, probably desiring exactly what Gala is; making Kyanite change her perspective, see her strength. One lose was nothing. He asks whether he should talk to her father, and how Kyanite's the strongest female fighter there is. At another point Gala would give a sarcastic comment, but it was true she had a few years before being anything comparable to Kyanite.

"Well at least that's an almost." Gala comments quietly, trying to shine a little optimism to the situation.

He gives a short eye exchange with his trainee, and it's clear they have the same goal. How they've become a team a three she wasn't sure, but then again would never complain. “C’mon, Ky. Don’t you tap out on me now.” Matthew's just as encouraging as he was yesterday, and even takes Kyanite's hand.

"Yeah. Who else is going to help Matthew train me?" Gala asks, hoping her trainer understood not to take it personally; right now was about helping Kyanite. Though the two of them put together did create the perfect trainer. "I have to become bad ass some how."

I hear Gala claiming she needs both of us and have to agree with her. "You can give her something that I can't because you're a girl. You're her role model and you know all about that girl stuff...you know." I try to convince her to keep her mood up.

But when she tell me about wanting to sleep in the barn and not being allowed to go home my rage returns in an instant. It's clearly directed against her father.
"Are you trying to tell me that your old man doesn't let you go home because you lost? He'd let you sleep in a barn in your condition?" I stare at her in disbelieve backing up a little.
"You gotta be shitting me. Please tell me that's not true?" I run my hands though my hair in desperation.
My father is hard on me when it comes to training but he's also very caring.
"Are you solely surrounded by assholes?" I shake my head.
"How many guys do I need to put in there place for you to have a god life? And why the fuck doesn't your brother stand up for you?" I question as if it was here fault.
Not that i have the best family relations seeing that my sister decided to cut all ties with me due to my behavior.
Then it dawns on me why Ky chose me to be her 'boyfriend'. I fit the picture. I'm just as much of an ass at times as Jins and her dad.
A sour expression flashes over my features.

But when I look in her face again, where tears are glistening in her eyes, I know that she needs me to be different. Apparently I have the potential to change when others don't.
So I lean forward to run my hand along her face and then whisper in her ear. "Stay with me."
Then I pull back and look over at Gala. "You're okay at home, aren't you? Is anybody giving you trouble as well?"

I break through that part of myself that likes to keep things hidden. That part of me that doesn't like to tell certain things that goes on in my personal life for all to know or to hear, but when it came to the fact that I had nowhere to go for the night, I felt it was best to tell the two people that have stood beside me even when my own blood relations had left me hanging. I whisper it out to Matthew, and loud enough for Gala to hear as well, asking for permission to stay at the barn. What Matthew's reply was takes me by no surprise. I knew he was going to be upset about it but I didn't expect for him to understanding one second then accusing me the next.

"How many guys do I need to put in there place for you to have a good life? And why the fuck doesn't your brother stand up for you?" His words sting. His accusations as if I had chosen this life comes out and I instantly pip up to him, to defend myself.

"My brother is good to me. He is only doing what my father has said. It isn't him. Please... don't do anything. Please, don't say anything. It's... for my best interest. I would just rather not stay at the training center like he told me to. That's the only reason I asked. I didn't think it was that big of a deal." I stare over at Gala as well for only a moment before I see the look on Matthew's face. I almost regret saying anything now.

Then his whole attitude changes in a matter of seconds. I don't know what happened, but I feel more comfortable around him now from the moment his hand is brought to my face, and he caressing my skin. His whispered voice reaches my ear with something more than I could have asked for. "Stay with me."

I'm at a loss for words when he offers up his place for me to stay so that I don't have to sleep at the barn or the training center. My father couldn't possibly know about my life enough to know that I've found someone that cares this much for me and I know he probably wouldn't either. Certain things just don't get said within those four walls of the house, my personal life included. I can't help but bring my good hand up to meet with his hand for a moment, and press his fingers against my skin before he turns to Gala and I let his hand go. A weight has been lifted off of me just with those three words. Gala on the other hand, offers up a comical reply to what Matthew asks. Oh, to have her life.

"Thank you, Matthew." I let my voice become low, hoping to only have him hear, but I'm sure as quiet as the room is, I might as well be yelling. Then I look to Gala as well, and let my voice come across louder. "Thank you, too Gala."

I drop my leg to the floor, and begin to push myself off the table one handed. It isn't as easy as I thought it would and suddenly, I start to feel every muscle screaming at me. I flinch until I make it to my feet. I'm ready to get out of here. I'm ready to lay down somewhere that there is comfort and a soft place to ease this pain. Most of all, I want nothing more than to feel the comfort of Matthew's arms around me and I know that in front of Gala that can't happen. "Can we get out of here?" I question him while cradling my arm to my body.

Trying to defend my brother had to be hard to digest for Matthew. I've never known him to be mean to me at all. He's always taken up for me when it came to certain things. He was in fact, the gentle one out of the two. Occasional hugs whereas my father never did. He was never the affectionate type, but my brother was the one to always cover for me when I would sneak out at night to dance or just escape for a little while. He was good to me and what Matthew said I just shake my head. Instead of argueing with him about the situation, I just let him fume about it. Afterall, I'm not the happiest person with him either, so maybe that's why I just let what he said be said cause part of me wanted that to be true as well. That my brother of all people should have at least convinced my father to let me come home considering what I went through. Too late now.

I take this time to get my feet on the ground and declare that I want to get out of here. He seems to agree and steps over to the supply shelf and stashes away a few tubes of some kind of liquid into his pocket. I'm gone out of that place with Matthew at my side the entire time. The bus ride was rough. It was cramped and people kept looking at me. One or two had noticed me from the fight and even voiced their opinions but I kept my mouth shut. I'd had enough of the reminders. I let my gaze go out the window until Matthew gets up at one of the stops and we start the walk to his house.

The moment I reach his place, I stare in awe of it. It looks cozy and after knowing his fathers position in life, I can only imagine what the inside would look like. Sure enough, inside the place is just as nice and I see the man instantly that is reading the paper as he suddenly looks up and sees him and then the ever present shock of seeing me as well. I can only imagine the thoughts running through his father's mind at this exact moment when he tells him that he's taking me up to his room. I drop my head just slightly, a small grin reaching one side of my lips. Matthew leads the way to his room and the moment we enter, he offers up his bed. I'm speechless though. I take a seat on the edge of the bed for a moment and look around. "Nice room." I say with little emotion. I feel somewhat bad if I he isn't just going to give me the bed and he's left sleeping elsewhere, but I also hope that he intents on sharing it, too. Just to be near him after today, it seems like the only thing that I want.

"Did you draw that?" I ask looking to the drawing of the machine. I knew from that one day that he could play the piano well, but did he also have other hidden talents as well? The drawing? Could it be his as well? I begin to flex my fingers on my hand but stop when just the simple movements creates tiny pinches of pain and just let release my hand of all muscle movements and rest my arm awkwardly against my lap for a moment before I find myself laying back further ontop of the bed. I take up just a small portion of bed when I roll to my side, letting my arm rest comfortably. I let my eyes wander around his room, before they stop on him.