agogelogs | On my way to better things

WHO? Dolores and 76
WHAT? IT'S A HARD KNOCK LIFE FOR ALTERED LIFE FORMS... I mean training.
WHEN? Prior to the Arena and House Parties
ANYTHING ELSE? Nope!

[ The soldier and her have corresponded over the network to designate a secluded place for training. With so many eyes to be mindful of, it's best to err on the side of where eyes would otherwise be occupied. The racetrack is lively and constantly crowded, somewhere that most, hopefully, will be too occupied or too overwhelmed with their respective wins or losses to pay them any mind off to the sides.

The weapons COST has provided feel heavier than they ever have when carried and her walk to their meeting place longer than she can remember ever walking. What keeps her moving forward is telling herself that there is no luxury for hesitance here.

Dolores is unsure of what to expect once she arrives.Finding herself alone, she takes the opportunity to inspecting the wall nearby as a thunderous roar of the crowd echoes overhead. Placing her hand against the cool surface, she admires the stone and the strange and colorful plant life that have clung tightly to call it home. It's gentle and familiar-- something long gone from her life. ]

I can do this. I'm not wasting anyone's time.

[ She exhales her nerves while lightly thumbing the petals of a large bloom. ]

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[Given the status of their cell and the general inexperience of some of the recruits, 76 is only too happy to lend his knowledge when necessary. If teaching someone how to throw a punch or handle a gun keeps them alive just a little bit longer, he feels it's the very least he can do. Dolores has initiative, that's for certain, so despite

He's acutely aware of the fact that they'll be watched wherever they go, especially given his own "artificial" nature, so they'll have to watch what they say. Doing a little sparring, however, is likely not out of the ordinary, especially with the impending arenas. Still, he tries to locate as private an area as he can, in the wing COST is allowed.

76 finds her in apparent thought, and for a moment it seems almost wrong to disturb her--but he's ready to get down to business.]

Talking to yourself?

[He can understand the apprehensions she might have, especially if she's unaccustomed to combat. 76 isn't quite the man he once was, but hopefully he can still be a patient teacher.]

[ Her hand retracts from the flowers immediately. On the way down they catch a thorn, slicing a thin but deep cut in the palm of her hand. She grips it tightly with her other hand to stop the bleeding, biting her bottom lip to keep composure. It's probably not the best look for a new student, but she's determined to keep herself together despite the sting. ]

I was nervous.

[ She's upfront with her apprehension. One look at the man's harsh face and demeanor tells her that she'll have a hard time hiding much from him. Perhaps that's exactly what is needed for teaching.

Wiping the blood from her hand off on the leg of her pants, she nods gratefully. ]

Thank you for coming.

Don't be nervous.

[He says that like she has no reason to be nervous at all. The way she cuts her hand doesn't go unnoticed, and something that might be concern ghosts across his face, ultimately settling into a frown at the sight of blood.

If she's not going to address it, however, then he won't call attention to it himself. Better to just get down to business.]

Any idea what you want to start with?

[ She can ignore the wound. If she's learned anything so far in her time here it's that survival depends on moving forward rather than lingering on what was. The past feels like a dream now and this the stark but insatiable reality. While she's not quite ready to let go of home and its ties, she's not willing to get herself killed here. ]

I'd-- like to know how to defend myself. I'm not the sort to go rushing into a fight, but if one comes to me I want to be ready. Given I'm not the strongest, I suppose with a gun would be best.

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