Black and Blue (Sarah)

Sarah lowered her eyes slightly, almost disappointed in not receiving the pain but also because she felt for the girl. "Yeah... that might be a good idea." Sarah coughed loudly as she struggled to stand, the upper side of her back screaming where the kick had hit her kidney. She made a mental note to check and see if she peed any blood, knowing that it was a possibly scenario for being hit hard in the kidneys. Still, she would smile as the girl and her would start moving, Sarah limping along and favoring the side which hadn't taken a hit to the ribs.

"You're really strong you know, I... wish I were that strong." Sarah struggled to breathe, her chest having a bit of trouble with the deep intakes. "Would you... maybe wanna hang out and talk at the nurses?" She felt weird asking her about that but at the same time knew that she didn't want to be alone after that regardless of her interest in being friends with her. That said, she definitely, definitely did want to be friends with her.

Sarah had been mostly quiet while the girl talked, even staying silent when the girl paused for a bit. She was listening but stuck in deep consideration until she was asked about it being shitty for her to wail and ditch.

"Well I don't know about shitty but it'd definitely be kind off a bummer on my end if you ditched," She said with a smile. "I'm glad that you've improved from then! I mean, I know realistically that I will but there's just this huge part of my mind that's not accepting it and thinks I'm just going to have a rough time my entire experience here." Sarah gave a soft shrug as she thought about the rumors of gangs she had heard about and how rough that was going to be for her if she didn't get some friends or get strong. She preferred the latter, more reliable.

"I mean, I had considered finding a gang or something but they can't be there forever. Macht saved me from some creep and so I felt kind of bad, but learning to fight and take hits means I'll be protected more often you know?" She felt more ache than pain in most places at this point. Her body had a satisfying sore that actually gave her sort of a calm buzz. Her head was in pain that was less fun, but some of the pain was actually nice.

"I'm... I'm already feeling a little better. I mean nurses office, yay, but the worst is subsiding and the edge has come off a bit, so that's nice." She wondered about how long the girl had been here, exactly how long it had taken her to get from point A to point B. "So, when did you transfer? Also any tips on how to get stronger besides fight a lot? If this goes south I suppose I could find a gang or something. Maybe gangs need cute mascots."

"Oh wow," Sarah responded after having sat down and listened to Vivi answer her questions. "That's good that you're not behind though, I have met a few kids who were home schooled and such you know? Not a ton but a few." It wasn't that strange but at the same time with everything going on here it was probably impossible to do the private schooling when you considered why most everyone was at this school in the first place.

"Well, other than fighting? Work out. Y'know, run long distances, whack punching bags, lift weights, oh--and eat healthy. There's always Physical Ed. too, if you wanna join that. You would make a cute mascot though, I gotta admit. But things won't go south if you try hard enough. It seems to me you've got what it takes to become pretty tough, Sarah."

"That's good to know. I'll work out, lift weights, punch bags and stuff. I really wanna toughen up more but I'll take a short break from that once I feel more comfortable with being hit. I only had to worry about my step dad's weak ass hits before moving here and to be honest those were more just shock value than anything." Sarah was becoming more and more comfortable talking about that if only because that wasn't the big secret, that wasn't the big problem plaguing her life any more. That one had been dealt with, crossed off the list, processed, it was in the vault for good.

"Still I could be such a cute mascot for a gang. I could dress up or something, like cosplay some sort of total badass cute chick and pose for a logo! People could get me tattooed on them and put on their jackets and stuff! I wonder if that would pay, you know, like modelling?" Sarah looked over at Vivi, "I'm sorry about that boy's leg. I'm sorry about the people who died. If I get a chance to I'll kick that Mikey person in the balls so hard he regresses back out of puberty. Kay?"

Sarah would lean over and nudge Vivi's head with her own, softly. "Boop."

"That'd be great!" Sarah said, her phone was totally with her bag though, which she didn't think to bring along. She was able to give her number out loud though. "I can tell you it, or we can wait and once we have something to write on that works too. I mean, it'd probably help if I fought back a little but probably not too much, so lighter might help prevent, well, this."

She chuckled slightly, putting the pain in the back of her mind a little as she continued talking to the girl about trials. Yeah, survivor was a word for it. She was still surviving to be honest in different ways, but this was definitely the mind, body, and soul of a survivor. She would give a nod as Vivi continued. It was nice talking to this girl, and it was good to sort of let loose and get her ass handed to her.

"Oh," The girl hugged her unexpectadly and Sarah hugged back as much as she could before the girl let go. "Don't mention it. You're right, things will be okay and we'll get back at those douche canoes." She smiled over at Vivi and felt herself worry about what could happen to her in one of those types of situations. Was it possible that she could manage to fight something like that? Would having the whole skill really make it safer for her or would someone take advantage of that situation? Could she trust that many people?

"We have more than a chance. Plus, if nothing else I can just distract them by letting them beat me up so that you strong folks can kick some ass when they aren't looking." Sarah was a little hard on herself but she really meant it. If she could play decoy she easily would, better her than anyone else after all.

The nurse made her way in and upon seeing Sarah gave her a look, Sarah pointed to her ribs and before too long she had a gel pack that broke and rapidly cooled. After preparing the thing she pressed it to her side and leaned back a little. "I'm from Kentucky, by the way. I went to public school but it wasn't anything as intense as this. Got transferred here and well, woop there it is."

She looked over, "New York is really... crowded. The air kinda sucks too if I'm being completely honest. I hope I adjust fast." She wasn't quite sure what else to talk about but she didn't want to linger on the stuff that was bringing them both a little down from the vibes of it.

Dying wasn't that scary of a concept for Sarah. She had been actively depressed through most of her life and fought self harm tendencies and on a few occasions had suicidal ideation but she had to admit that she could never do that to herself. Putting herself in that position though is something she might be willing to consider though.

"I have to admit that I don't really care," She said with a soft smile, "I was already pretty convinced I wouldn't live to see eighteen anyway. I know that's a shitty thing to think of, but if I could even get a hit off, or help get a hit off on an asshole like that?"

She thought about the knife. She thought about how he had pulled it out of his neck and came at her with it. How she ducked out and ran, how he eventually fell over and her mother called 9-1-1. "Well, then it'd be worth it. I'd have made my point and maybe someone would be pissed enough about it that they'd fight a little harder and finish them off for me."

She shrugged, "That said if I can get strong enough than it doesn't really matter does it? I can just work hard and kick some ass. And yeah, New York's air smells disgusting. Especially on hot days... I really really miss good smelling air. I got to leave the city not too long ago, that was kind of nice for sure."

She leaned back while the gel pack did it's thing. The nurse even brought over an over the counter pain killer which Sarah took gladly. "So where'd you learn to fight like that?"

She wasn't really big on surviving for other people. She felt like the only way that would legitimately stick would be to survive for herself. If she survived for other people than her existence was hanging by a thread of trust that those people would continue to be a thing. That was a really narrow ledge that she didn't want to put herself on for living on like that.

"Macht huh... yeah, he uh. He's training me too. I think I mentioned that before, he is really friendly I guess!" She suddenly got self conscious that maybe there was more than training with the two of them. She found herself wondering if they had done what Macht and Sarah had done after training. Oh god, what if that was his like... thing. Train with a girl, take her back to his really nice place, and just like... you know.

She shook her head slightly as she thought about it and found herself feeling kind of sick to her stomach, she wasn't sure if she wanted to continue talking to this girl but she got this really heavy anxiety in her chest about the situation. She looked over, "Are you and him... you know?" She got really scared and tugged at her hair gently, "Together? Or is it just like training stuff?"