The softer side (Vy)

Silence falls upon the room once again as the last sound is the door closing itself. As much as Vy would love to go over what she did wrong to continue the hatred the painkillers are wearing off along with the distractions. Even still it's not like she's ever looked back on her mistakes and consider ways to fix them, better to simply forget about them all together. There's not an ounce of care on whether Matthew continues to hate her or not, it's his decision. She can go without having a stupid friend in this damn academy. With nothing left to do she returns to her thoughts of Brooklyn and every single option of what can be going on for the little one right now.

Traveling through the place right now just doesn't appear to be the best option as it was bad enough to stumble her way to the medic and get caught by Jeran. There's been enough showing weakness today that can fulfill the rest of Vy's life with regrets. One missing dinner won't mean anything, and plus with the large number of new recruits there's no way one missing cadet will make a different. By the time Matthew's returning from his dinner the lack of a meal and heavy training is settling into Vy as just another one of her many mistakes.

"Thanks..." Vy's voice actually holds absolutely no sarcasm as Matthew hands over a sandwich and juice. Even if it's clearly not his decision to be kind but just to follow orders, he didn't throw it away. His next words are horrible though, and once again it's not his doing as he's just relaying a message. The simple sentence drains the only bit of color in Vy's face as she considers how painful even walking sounds...running?

"Guess I haven't been embarrassed enough for one day." Slips from Vy's mouth because she had no intentions of actually sharing that out loud, especially not to Matthew. With a small glance to the side he's already changing into gym attire. Great. She gives herself a couple of minutes to soak in what's to come as she consumes her sandwich, clearly she's going to need the energy. In silence she slides down from the top bunk to retrieve her own change of clothes. This small task is enough to make her want to quit this program, but then what will she do? Hope for the best on being able to volunteer for her final year, and then actually winning? Brooklyn needs a better chance at a future then just that.

Back and forth between hatred and ability to at least stand the person. Exactly how it was for Vy before she moved, aside from the fact that her friends didn't completely hate her...only a bit. As Matthew's stated he's still on the fence of whether she's worth losing the strong dislike. Apparently it's all up to him as well while Vy simply plays it friendly. She'll find the perfect payback eventually, just not within the academy that already wants her out. If anything the revenge Is behind not getting booted as Matt has clearly informed his desire to have her kicks out.

Leaning against the bunk is no longer enough as Vy has to settle is a seat to slip off her pants to exchange them for workout attire. Well at least she no longer has to worry about hiding away that ugly brace around her knee, though now it looks a lot more bruised after the spar. Whatever, putting up a front for these guys is too much work and hardly worth it. At least her lack of concern for changing remains the same.

An unexpected question goes over the quietness as Matthew asks her whole reasoning for even being here. How funny that he brings that up as Vy's been considering that since she's stepped in. Before she has a chance at an answer he adds how he doesn't see her as the rule loving, obidiant type. So he pays attention to thugs, good to know. She debates the proper answer for him as she finishes with the silly wardrobe change, throwing her sweaty sparring clothes into a small bag she's using as her hamper.

To give up her true reasonings or not of why she joined. There's a small chance it can form an understanding between the two of them, but what fun would that be? After losing the spar she must appear weak already, and that's plenty. The again to rid of this rift even a little seems worth it. "I'm not." She answers honestly because rules and following orders is the last thing she likes to do. With a shrug she's stuck on the rest of her words as she feels obligated to give a little more.

"I'm a fail career just like everyone else here." Hopefully that doesn't come out wrong, but Vy's pretty certain that it did. They're no fail careers as she has full knowledge of how tough and strong these recruites are. But not getting into the actual games is a fail to her. That's been her entire life for eighteen years, and now she's facing her last chance. Bringing up the reasoning for a brighter future doesn't need to be discussed though. Maybe she can find another way to be a little honest and not so sarcastic.

"I'm hoping that this will keep my mother from training...my little sister." Vy explains as she finds a way to be a little truthful. "What about you?" With no desire to stay on the topic of Brooklyn she switches it over to Matthew. It's probably going to take her longer then most to travel to the start of their run, so Vy grabs a hold of the crutches she was given and makes her way over to the door. "Joining?" She questions Matt as she's fully intending on getting his reasoning as well.


((OOC: writing on my phone during nap time xD it's surprisenly fun & makes time fly by))

So Vy screwed up with her words once again as Matthew declares that she has a way with them, clearly sarcastically. What else is new. With a small huff she doesn't even bother explaining herself. It's clear that he toke it personally when she didn't even mean to talk about him, she simply assumes the majority are due to the fact their chances of getting into the games are slim. There's not even a sarcastic remark in return as she continues changing and ignores his minor sensitivity. Apparently Matthew's not even one to talk as he doesn't hold an amazing reason for being here either. Another thing in common, yet they still despise each other to the extreme. At least they can walk in silence aside one another instead of more pointless bickering.

There's going to be no running with crutches so Vy ditches them inside just before they exit. Even just walking brings a horrible pain with every step, she manages to keep the limping down to a small minimum at least. Once everyone arrives they get into formation to begin the run and already it feels like her knee's going to simply crack in half with only standing on it for so long. With a deep breathe she convinces herself she's capable of this though, she's tough enough to pull herself through anything. Just don't trip. It starts off with an easy jog and already every pound against the pavement feels like her knee's shattering glass.

With no desire to collapse in front of everyone she pulls her way off to the side, leaning against the closest tree towards her as her knee tortures her yet some more. Fine, they can kick her out she's not going to go the rest of her life with a broken knee because she actually pushed herself too hard. That's ridiculous, and not going to happen. "Why the hell are you out of order Cadet?" Straight with the yelling.

"Broken knee Sir." Vy simply cuts to the chase. At this point the pains evident upon her face, and though it means she's clearly unable to run it doesn't buy her an ounce of sympathy. Good, because that sissy crap is even worse.

"And they let you in here?" And the lecture begins, Vy's become very well at appearing as though she's listening as all the words go through one of her ears and out the other. "Go sit out!" Damn demands, that part she catches.

"I can do it Sir, I just can't go as fast..." Vy's words are cut off and though that's one of her biggest pet-peeves her face remains neutral as she's learned so far to not give these guys attitude...well as much as she can.

"I said sit out Cadet!" The order's repeats and given louder. "You should know how to take orders by now!" And with that Vy gives in.