Tam grabbed Wila's arm and looked her in the eye. "Listen. If there's one thing I know, it's that Aza can take care of herself. Meddling with this will only make it worse." He sighed loudly and, shaking off the gravity of the situation, started towards the door. "Come on, you heard him. Training."
She nodded dumbly and let him take her titrating, not able to tear her gaze away from the door until they exited the cafeteria "I'm sorry…." She whispered, guilt twisting her guts
Tam led Wila out the door before letting go of her arm. He stopped and, checking the cafeteria, waited for Beaux to join them.
(just so we don't go too far without her?)
Beaux walked over and tore Harrow from Aza. "If you hurt her wrist she wont be able to go out tonight." A smile spread across her face, although it was fake. "And we wouldn't want one of our best performers to be injured, right?" She knew Aza was afraid, but Beaux would make any excuse to just annoy the hell out of Harrow.
Wila peeked her head Inside and smiled as she saw Beaux tear Harrow away "good. Do what I couldn't." She praised silently "maybe next time."
Harrow slapped Beaux hard across the face, his copper ring glinting as it flew across her skin. "Training. Now." he repeated calmly.
He grabbed Aza again, this time by her shirt, and kept walking, his free hand curled into a ready fist.
"You can hurt me. I won't hurt you. Unless you ask for it." Aza said.
They finally stopped in front of a steel door painted over to blend into the wall.
"You're going to go into solitary now. Take off your uniform and get in there," he asked coolly, unlocking the door. It opened on to a tiny narrow room, barely tall enough to fit a fridge.
"You need me to perform," Aza said, but took her dress off and stepped into the room.
"It's 5 am, sweetie. We've got a solid 14 hours," he told her sweetly, voice dripping with sarcasm. "If I remember to stop by you'll get lunch."
He slammed the door, double-locked it, grabbed her uniform off the floor and headed towards the training room.
Tam knelt down next to Beaux. "You good?" he asked quietly extending a hand to help her up.
Beaux just laughed as she wiped the blood from her cheek. "I'm going to kill him!" She took her hair down and looked around to see eyes on her. "Fuck training, I'm going for a run." As she walked out she grabbed a plate and smashed it on the ground. It made her feel a bit better. There was one thing she was never going to do, and that was show fear, she didn't really have any to show anyway. Right before she exited she turned to face Tam. Her fave softened as a real smile appeared. "Thanks Tam." After that she walked out and went outside for a run.
Tam sighed loudly, running a shaking hand through his hair. He schooled his features into a blank expression and, standing up, turned to face Wila. "What do you want to do then?" he asked somberly.
Putting her hair back up, she breathed in fresh air, or as fresh as the air is right now. It was better than being inside, she felt like she was suffocating. Everytime she was outside she thought of her un6and how he was doing…. and if he was looking for her. After a few laps she stopped. Sweat dripping down her face, for what she did she had to stay in shape. Sitting in the grass she let the breeze cool her as she drank some water.
(anyone else getting Umbrella Acadamy vibes)
Wila straightened, trying to get the image of Harrows ring and blood out of her mind "why'd you do it?" She asked instead of answering his question
(I am! I'm just curious, but what's Harrow and Aza's relationship?)
Beaux decided that she would finally go inside and practice. Everyone was probably already in there. Beaux had amazing balance and flexibility. Even though she hated the circus, she couldn't help but love to do tricks for the crowd. Slamming the door open she walked into the gym. The coolness from the air conditioner made her cold, but after awhile she got used to it.
Tam slowly got up and calmly faced Wila. "What do you mean?"
(I am! I'm just curious, but what's Harrow and Aza's relationship?)
(What do you mean? They're not related or anything, but I do have a plot in mind if that's what you're asking)
(Yeah I was asking about a plot. I know they're not related. They just seem to have a past or something. Well that's what it seems like to me.)
(You'll see… :)
"why after he hurt her and not before?" She asked, accusation rising in her tone "and why stop me if you were going to do the same?" She narrowed her eyes at Tam
Tam squared his shoulders and stared Wila down, biting back his irritation. "Because I've been here the longest and I understand how to survive in this place. You think you know better than me, fine, go and get yourself starved," he shot back flatly. "But I've seen Harrow at his worst and it's easy, very easy, to get him there." He took a step forward and was suddenly facing Wila down. This time, the anger was audible in his voice. "I'm sorry if my methods of straight up survival don't sit well with you. But they've gotten me this far."
He walked past Wila and, shaking off the incident, headed to training.
She stared up at him, determination and anger in her eyes "if you're methods work so well, how come you wait until he hurts us to do sonething? How come you wait until harrow gets to the point of damage to do something?" She shook her head as Tam walked off "all talk no action." She muttered, jumping off the table and heading to her normal training area.
Beaux realized no one was in the training room yet, and she wanted to enjoy the silence for a bit. She did basic stretches before doing anything huge. Her mind wandered. First it back to when her and her uncle saw the circus for the first time, then getting kidnapped. It was strange that her uncle never found her, she liked to believe that they erased his memory of her. It was easier to believe than him just forgetting about her or abandoning her. Then this morning when Harrow slapped her. It wasn't the first time and she was mentally prepared for more. There was no way he was going to break her.
Tam got to the training room a few minutes later, only to see Beaux already there and stretching. Without a word and needing to let some anger go after his conversation with Wila, he went straight for punching bags and started hitting them, again and again. Right hook. Jab. Right hook. Uppercut. The names ran through his head, dispelling all other thoughts.