Back in the game ;;Cameo/Jack??

There's no surprise when Gala's pulling off the opposite of what she's told to do, as if everything she hears is backwards. With her father there was always a punishment, but when he left that all stopped abruptly. At first her older sisters attempted, and soon enough they figured out that it only made her act out more. All together the lack of caring what the little trouble-maker was up to occurred, until she finally pushed it. It was one thing to be a career; this they even gave her a few lectures for but soon gave-up just as always. Participating in the pregames though, twice at that to, was the last straw.

It was easy to keep a crippled grounded, she couldn't do anything anyways. Of course she desired to escape but actually calmed it after her oldest sister's head popped like a pimple. Certainly that was what Matthew and Kyanite were doing as well, resting and staying out of trouble. Or were they together? Training at all possibly? It was odd having friends and Gala caught herself thinking about them sometimes, hoping they wouldn't consider the little career now too weak to train. That fear struck her a lot though she always pushes it aside quickly.

After a few of weeks her sisters began easing up on patrolling that Gala was staying put. The first time she's left home alone she doesn't budge from the bed. To no surprise they show up an hour earlier then they said. The small blond greets them with a smile. A few days later all the sisters leave as Gala plays sick and reassures them she'll be home all day. By now she could careless if she was caught, cabin fever was more painful then all her broken pieces. Plus the curiosity over her older friends is too much. She knew Kyanite was the type to train early in the morning, and despite sleepy eyes that's where Gala heads.

Even with it only being a month after the last battle, Kyanite doesn't object to seeing the little career in the locker room. Though she has no room to, with the need to heal herself. There wasn't much for the little career to do, but still she misses training with her only friends too much to pass up this opportunity. Any kind of cardio was out of the question, but maybe Kyanite could teach her famous knife throwing skills. Gala's lucky enough to at least have her dominant left hand capable.

With Kyanite staring in the mirror, Gala goes to locker out of habit. Did she need to change though? The journey to the career gym with a broken leg produced more sweat then practicing knife throwing. Still she opens her locker and searches through her stuff as if having a goal. "it's hopeless. No matter what I do, I can't get that mark to disappear. I've tried everything. Nothing works." Kyanite's voice gives Gala a purpose. Even if she wasn't as close to her friends as they were to each other, being in a relationship and all, Gala was still the giggles. When something was wrong, feelings were down, she knew she could some how pull a smile to their faces...even if she has to die trying.

"I don't notice it much." Gala attempts to convince from her distances. She wasn't able to get a good look at Kyanite's scarred face, but no matter what that was going to be her response. One thing that the little one was grateful for was staying away from the second round, involving weapons that can cause damage even worse then broken bones. Even though she finds no purpose in changing, she pulls her normal clothes over her casts and pulls on the gym clothes she has yet to wear in too long. The smell of forgetting to wash her old clothes, that have been stuffed in a locker for weeks, brings a wide smile across her face.

Just as Gala's ready, Kyanite questions what's taking so long. Popping her head around the corner, her light eyes come upon the scar Kya was complaining about. Mark was not kind at all with his aim, and Gala only wishes that Kyanite didn't hold her back when they ran into him. The past's in the past though, right? Still from a distances, especially with her poor eyesight, only a bit of red marks her face. There's no need to stare though, and she keeps note to disregard the streak.

"There's not much I can really do..." Gala explains with her voice disappointed. "Do you think you can teach me how to throw a knife at someone's head?" A small smile creeps upon her round face. "I've got one good hand left." She holds up the hand lacking a cast.