[center][hr][hr][img]http://i.imgur.com/btbJH7x.png[/img][hr][hr]
[img]http://media.tumblr.com/a49deb08837cfa9c21c1badc18003282/tumblr_inline_mqo3hv4wrL1qz4rgp.gif[/img]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Walking towards Arena
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Nobody
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Mad[/center][hr]
Amelia couldn’t believe it. Of all people they chose her. They knew she hated fighting! What game was Mrs. Lovelace playing? Or did her father buy her into the tournament? If it wasn’t mandatory to show up, Amelia vowed she wouldn’t go at all. But she knew that it would have consequences. Her father had made it very clear that one wrong step and she’d go straight to Delphina. The fact that both schools were now on common ground (literally) made that very easy for him. Still, the girl did not want to participate. She hoped that she could track down the person that she would have to fight. Maybe strike a deal.

Right now she slowly and very reluctantly made her way towards the arena. Secretly hoping she would be too late and be suspended. Still, that was a risky call at best. A thought flashed through her head. One that made her very sure that her dad was behind all of this. If there were camera’s, it would be the first time the youngest von Carstein will be seen fighting. Maybe even in her Elder Form! Such a thing would gather an insane amount of publicity to the already well known von Carstein name. So that was why he gave her the battle dress with an exposed back? So he would see her fighting so soon? Well, he was about to learn that Amelia could be just as cunning as her brothers.[hr][center][hr][img]http://i.imgur.com/xYKmI37.png[/img][hr][hr]
[img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8qcvy9hzm1rdiuseo1_500.gif[/img]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Dorm room → Arena
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Amy[sub]([@Lasrever])[/sub]
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Self-destructive → Doubtful → Determined[/center][hr]
Of course, Lucas was picked for the tournament. Who else but the true champion of Delphina would rise to the victory? One year he was allowed into the Tournament of Terror, and he absolutely wrecked the opposition. It was one of the ways he rose so swiftly on the social ladder of Delphina. A few days ago he had been released from the infirmary. And since then he has done nothing but train. Going from bar lifting to setups, he put his body through a rigorous training schedule that would leave the unprepared broken. But not Lucas, his body was used to this. Of course, the news of his participation was [i]leaked [/i]to the Delphina Times. So every Delphina student just assumed he trained for the tournament.

Which wasn’t untrue, but far from the entire truth. Lucas trained because if he didn’t, he’d start thinking. In secret, he had been taking Eliana’s stolen pills to sleep. Maybe Jackson would have caught him, but Lucas didn’t care. Since the first night out of the infirmary, he couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes one flash or another went before his eyes. If it were full memories replaying in his head, he would not have that much trouble. But the problem was that it were mere fragments of a shattered piece of his mind. So to keep himself busy, he was on a path of self-destruction that looked very much like the path of self-improvement.

When the day of the meeting came, Lucas was standing before his bed. In his usually, sloppy attire. Looking at the leather jacket. The one he had hung up when he changed in the bodysuit right before the nightmare that was Red Level. For the longest time, it had been a relic of distant memories. Ones that reminded him of who he was, at the core: a villain. Terror given shape. But right now, it also bore a new memory. One that he still felt. Like a deep wound. He contemplated on wearing the jacket. Was he strong enough?

With his jacket on him, he entered the Arena. The short walk from the dorm had strengthened his resolve. He was back, stronger than ever and ready to face whatever would be thrown at him. The worst had already past. So with pure determination he now entered the Arena, looking Mrs. Lovelace straight in the eyes. She and him, they knew that a gaze could be so much stronger than words. Not just on an intimate level. It could be a show of resolve. He gave her a curt but formal nod. Then Amy arrived. Lucas threw her a fell look as the newcomer broke the silence. [color=662d91]“Look what the cat dragged in.”[/color] he joked, loud enough so Amy would hear it but not Mrs. Lovelace. The jab was joined with his trademark grin. One that said so many things but right now was meant to say: I will destroy you.