On my way to better things

[thoughtimight]

WHO? Dolores and 76
WHAT? IT'S A HARD KNOCK LIFE FOR ALTERED LIFE FORMS... I mean training.
WHEN? Prior to the Arena and House Parties
ANYTHING ELSE? Nope!

[ The soldier and her have corresponded over the network to designate a secluded place for training. With so many eyes to be mindful of, it's best to err on the side of where eyes would otherwise be occupied. The racetrack is lively and constantly crowded, somewhere that most, hopefully, will be too occupied or too overwhelmed with their respective wins or losses to pay them any mind off to the sides.

The weapons COST has provided feel heavier than they ever have when carried and her walk to their meeting place longer than she can remember ever walking. What keeps her moving forward is telling herself that there is no luxury for hesitance here.

Dolores is unsure of what to expect once she arrives.Finding herself alone, she takes the opportunity to inspecting the wall nearby as a thunderous roar of the crowd echoes overhead. Placing her hand against the cool surface, she admires the stone and the strange and colorful plant life that have clung tightly to call it home. It's gentle and familiar-- something long gone from her life. ]

I can do this. I'm not wasting anyone's time.

[ She exhales her nerves while lightly thumbing the petals of a large bloom. ]

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[ She can ignore the wound. If she's learned anything so far in her time here it's that survival depends on moving forward rather than lingering on what was. The past feels like a dream now and this the stark but insatiable reality. While she's not quite ready to let go of home and its ties, she's not willing to get herself killed here. ]

I'd-- like to know how to defend myself. I'm not the sort to go rushing into a fight, but if one comes to me I want to be ready. Given I'm not the strongest, I suppose with a gun would be best.