Calm Like a Bomb

[hit_girl_mindy]

WHO| Mindy, Open
WHAT| General hope for CR interaction, basically
WHERE| I'm going to have her in the training center/tribute tower
WHEN| This week
WARNINGS| Swearing and likely dialogue of the adult situations. Mindy just rolls like that.

1. The training room was becoming her home away from home.

Which, honestly, it HAD to be. Home was where dad trained her, home was making herself ready, finding the tired, aching in her bones welcome after the drudgery of the games forcing her to be alert almost constantly. That had happened too soon after her attempt to conform to real life. Even in her "roll with it" personality demanded the switch, it still left her in a hard place, untrained for fucking wilderness and traps.

She knew better now. She'd eaten more, even allowed herself to get dolled up every so often (two random days) so she could regain a little bit of herself. It just helped her regain a foothold back to what she did best: training her body to shatter some bones. A run n the gymnasium cleared her head. A few choice weapons of the stabbing variety kept her senses sharp. A rundown on long ranged weapons told her how much more she had to go. Everything she did, she recorded on a notepad for herself.

There was no more dad here to keep tabs on her: kill or be killed. Mindy wasn't going to go into the latter category easily.

Right at the moment, she was suspended from a rope, her eyes closed. One of the exercises she had set for herself was sensing everything around her. She had lost the previous games because she blundered into a set trap. That had been reckless, and made her feel even dumber for falling for it. She'd make sure that didn't happen again. This meant sensing everything around her, disciplining her body in the case someone or something had to be detected. This, she knew, would be harder to do suspended like this.


2. It was hard to get to sleep sometimes. Between nightmares of her father and her leg getting torn up, her head was becoming a space of unpleasant imagery and that was not something she needed. She was in a faux lap of luxury suite, she didn't need her mind reminding her how desperate everything was: all of this was wrong. So she regressed back to her over sized shirt and walked out of her suite, trying to gather her thoughts.

Comments

[deafscythe]

"It was. Hopefully next time I will be able to keep from being killed by the scenery." He keeps a smile plastered on his face, ignoring the pain in his arm. Last arena, he was killed by one of the sonic fences.

"I assume this was not your first?"

[hit_girl_mindy]

"No, it was. At least you didn't die by bear trap and then throat slitting."

Yeah, there was a reason Mindy was living and breathing the Training room after being brought back.

"Hey, are you all right?"

[deafscythe]

Bear trap and throat slitting seems slightly less humiliating. But he ignores that and focuses on her question instead.

"Ah, I have an unfortunate tendency to break my arms." Stress fractures from his fighting style easily turn into actual broken bones in combat. "I need to learn not to try and block with them."

[hit_girl_mindy]

Less humiliating, but really, REALLY painful.

"So this is a regular thing?" Mindy looked interested now. Talk about someone suffering for their art. "What type of stuff can yo usually deflect?"

[deafscythe]

"I generally have more armor." Other than the swelling and bruising from their match, his arm is covered with old scars except for a patch the width of two fingers running up the entire length of his forearm. Like a thin piece of armor was strapped on there, and all the other cuts are from blows deflected. "It has been a few years since I broke anything."

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy had no choice: she had to move closer, just to get a better look at the injury. If there was one thing she could respect, it was seeing how much of themselves a real fighter put into what they did: their scars were the testament of that.

"Shouldn't you be more pissed?"

[deafscythe]

"Ah, what language. It was my fault for blocking incorrectly." It hurts, but he's been in worse pain, and Justin Law is too proud to let this relative stranger see weakness from him. So he keeps his voice level and his expression friendly.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy grinned. "It's my way. But you were resilient. You look like you even wear priest robes. What's your job at home?"

[deafscythe]

Justin smiles. "I am a priest."

Not the whole truth, but Justin has no problems with lying.

[hit_girl_mindy]

"A priest."

Mindy grinned. "You are honestly the coolest priest I've ever seen. I don't ever remember any one with headphones in their ear that can kick ass."

[deafscythe]

Justin's smirk is more amusement than mocking now.

"Ah, there are not many like me, I am sure." Really, Mindy's assessment is only a fraction of his job description.

"I should probably go and find someone to look at my arm. I am sure we will meet again."

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy nodded, waving him off.

"Hey! Next time, I'll bring my A game! Always wanted to spar with a priest without getting in trouble for it!"

Especially if he could kick her ass, that just made things more interesting!

[deafscythe]

"Next time, I will pick a weapon I have used before." And with that, he bows and walks off.