「 the cure 」 — mandatory training
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☁  hayley knew how she seemed to most of the residents of the lodge. a young mother, doting over a newborn, fretting about whether those around her wore coats and ate three meals a day. she knew she seemed mild, domesticated, like anything but what she was.

the truth was, before she'd shown up to the lodge all those months ago, pregnant and confused, hayley chase had been a child of the apocalypse. she'd wielded a knife like an extra limb, she'd possessed a punch that could lay a grown man down, and she'd had it in her to take a life. she wasn't some wicked woman, but one of circumstance. the reality of the world beyond the mountain was a grim one, one that the head knew much too well. despite her activities as of late, that woman was still very much real. despite coddling hope and worrying about the members of the lodge, she was still a woman willing to fight, to kill, for those she cared about. she was a good person, but in a world like the one they lived in, good wasn't as easily outlined as it had once been.

she'd passed on word throughout the group at dinner the night before. noon, everyone was to meet in the cafeteria for mandatory training. once people began to trickle in, sitting at a few of the tables she hadn't moved out of the way, the brunette cleared her throat, arms crossing in front of her.

❝we're not at war right now,❞ she said, voice carrying through the room to the ears of the various people within, ❝but i can't say for how long that statement will be true. there was once a truce between the badlands and the lodge, but i can't say for how long the peace we have now will last. they have a new leader, and from what i've heard, they're quick to hit and volatile. we need to be prepared if the worst happens. so anyone who's capable needs to learn to protect themselves. i'd like everyone to find a partner.❞ she instructed, making a motion for them to do so. she hated this, hated having to prepare the residents for a potential war, but she also wouldn't have anyone caught defenseless.




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— mickey’s knowledge on fighting and war was vast. he’d spent too long being the one planning the wars, heading his men into war between gangs. part of him had wondered if he really even needed to show up to this training; however, he’d decided that if he didn’t, then ellie probably wouldn’t have been too interested in going, either. but ellie needed to learn how to defend herself. mickey had spent way too long prolonging teaching her these things, to try and maintain her innocence. keep that light inside of her intact. sure, he’d showed her how to wield a gun, how to point and shoot - but she would need more than that in this world, wouldn’t she? he should’ve been the one to teach her all of that back then, he supposed.

“i’d like everyone to find a partner.”

but now was his chance to.

he glanced around from his spot at the table, finding ellie rather easily in the room. “want to partner up?” he asked, offering the slightest hint of a smile - the best that he could muster. ellie had sort of managed to save his life by bringing them here. whatever distance that had been between them only seemed to be disappearing the longer they were around one another. mick had made some mistakes, but his ex-fiance could still be his best friend. still be the love of his life. just in a different way. “don’t make me look too bad, now,” he joked, standing up and moving away from his spot at the table.
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[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 1.5;"]・゚✧ — Ellie was not physically strong. Anyone could infer this merely by observation; her lean frame boasted under-worked muscles and her coy and dainty locomotion only backed up the idea that she would much rather be baking or learning about medicinal properties of wild flowers than putting up a good fight. But, despite her gentle nature, she wished for nothing more than to learn how to fight, to know that if she were to ever face danger, she would not be nothing more than just a sitting duck. It was a dream of hers to prove that she was more than her predominantly delicate and graceful exterior made her out to be; she wanted to know how to be strong. She wanted to be just as physically strong as she was mentally.

Her pastel gaze flickered over to Hayley as she declared this afternoon's events. In a funny way, the announcement brought a childlike glimmer of excitement in her eyes. Finally, she had the chance to learn something new. Although with the potential fear of an attack or raid, all Ellie could hope for in this moment was to understand how to defend herself from harm. Next, she heard an all-too-familiar voice pipe up and, turning her head, her eyes landed on Mick. Her heart jumped for a moment, but the question could only be answered in one way - "Yeah, of course." Her voice meek and breathy, the corners of her lips curling upwards for just a moment before standing up. It had been a while since the two had spoken more than a couple of words and so, to Ellie, this was nothing short of a dream come true.

She wandered to a free spot in the room, making sure to take a look at the other pairs forming, before she stilled, glancing over at Mick as he approached. She huffed a small breath of laughter, lowering her gaze timidly for a moment before peering back up into those beautiful blue eyes and remarking playfully, "I hope that you're prepared to lose. You know how good I am at putting up a fight." Of course it was nothing more than a light-hearted joke, Ellie thought as she held her fists up as if she were about to start boxing. It had been a long time since she could joke around like this with her Mickey, so of course she'd seize the day. Just like how they used to.


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JUST STANDING WAITING FOR THE PUNCHES
Tomorrow isn't exactly the most intimidating person, and his knowledge of fighting is... Lackluster. And unlike many others, he doesn't really want to learn; he'd rather not gather the knowledge of how to hurt another person, he's fine thanks.

Still, he has to show up to the training anyways. He'd left Claire and Jeremiah in his bedroom for now, knowing the two dogs would get much too worked up if they saw people sparring and specifically if they saw him sparring, and he didn't want someone to get bitten by an overprotective shepherd.

"War.." Tomorrow mumbled under his breath, eyes wide and fearful. He didn't want to go to war, not with these Badlands people or anybody else. He rubbed one arm uncomfortably; would they force him to fight, if it came down to it? He wasn't exactly a member, just a temporary resident. He supposed the better question was if he'd feel the need to fight for these people, if it came down to it.

(tomorrow's already got a partner picked out, so please don't chose him!)


'cus it don't make a difference anyway
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