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Confusion and humiliation burned hotter than anything she's ever felt. So many eyes, armed forces, the look of disbelief from her teammates. She was so close... No. He just doesn't know how to take a loss with dignity. But that isn't what everyone else saw. Adrenaline slowly died down, her body temperature returning to its natural state. Yang frantically replayed every moment of her fight, attempting to find a loose end that could explain everything. Leaning back, sun kissed tresses spread across her bedding, staring at the under frame of the top bunk. The comforting smell of her own sheets did little to soothe her nerves. Her lower lip trembled, choking back the second wave of tears. Hands came about to disarm Ember Celica, palms came about to cradle her visage.
Through muffled footsteps and hurried voices, the hallway of her dormitory cleared out. In attempts to keep an optimistic head upon her shoulders, her golden head peeked out of her room. With a quick glance in both directions, she sped towards the public washrooms. Locking the steel door behind her, a familiar scent of cleaner filled her lungs. Inhaling, she peeled off her sweat drenched attire, digits expertly turned the knobs to a comforting temperature. Yang went through her usual routine. She was diligent with her long locks, careful to rinse out any residue that would cling onto her abnormally soft hair. It came from habit, where back home hot water wasn't an abundant resource. There were often times where she was left shivering in the shower, rushing to complete her grooming. Muscles relaxed under the warm liquid, aqua slowly washing away todays events. Her usual rooted philosophy kept her stable. Go with the flow, keep moving forward. Though, in her nonchalant state, wet digits slipped, dropping the bottle. The clash of plastic upon marble screeched through her ears, as if she was brought back to an earlier time. A sound of cracking bones and tearing flesh. Lilac eyes shot to a panicked expression as her reflexes caused her to back into the cold stone. Suddenly she was back in the tournament. A tone of crimson shimmered through dark material. Was that...? Nausea hit her, as she started to heave. How permanent was the damage? Oh god, he had no aura left. Choked sobs rattled her chest as she retreated into herself, hands felt soiled and dirty for the first time in her years of combat. There was no qualms of her brutally beating down wrong doers or grimm but if she really did attack someone who was standing down?
What seemed like hours passed by as she continued to stare down the white walls of the room. Struggling to get back up on her feet, she shut the fountain off and dried herself off. Slipping her sleep attire on, she was careful to avoid making contact with her now heavy golden hair. Wrapping it in a towel, she pulled it snug around her head as she lumbered back into her room. By the lack of bodies, she assumed the tournament was still going on. Knowing she should be out there rooting for her friend, she could not stand the thought of eyes burning into her skin. She felt dirty enough. Rubbing her scalp free of moisture, a brush was quickly pulled through goldenrod. If it stayed unkempt for a certain period of time, she would be dealing with an unflattering frizz at the end of the day. Through meticulous pulls and tugs she started to feel like her old self. Pulling herself upwards, she swiped her younger sibling's headphones. Desperate to get that day out of her head, she pulled the instrument over her head and cranked the volume. Eyes fluttered, the events laid heavy as fatigue pulled her into a deep sleep.
Lavender shot open, the loud screams of sirens ripped through the once silent evening. Shaking off the fog, she quickly recalled the incidents. What could be happening outside? Wait..! Ruby! In panic, she threw on her usual combat attire, locking in Ember Celica. Pressing the prompt upon her scroll, digits fumbled in panic, "Cmon....cmon..." Passcode? Dammit. What was it--oh right! Ringing her sister's number, she was met with the most annoying dial-tone. "DAMMIT." Fighting the urge to throw her own means of communication out the window. Dammit. Think. Who else.... Quickly she scrolled into Weiss' contact. There was no time to reflect on what happened today. Go with the flow, keep moving forward.
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