The fight carries on within

I was taught that to fight is to live Gilda Beilschmidt | 20 | staff | dependant rp blog affiliated with thehetaliatravellingcircus [Note: if you're not affiliated with the ring itself, please don't follow me - thank you <3]

[engineeredresilience]

"Good job I came to help, otherwise you'd have been up there for longer." A pause.

"Mind to explain how that happened?" She asked, with a raised eyebrow. Of course, any assumption she could or couldn't make would probably be incorrect anyway. What was the point in prejudging what may have happened?

She folded her arms over her chest awaiting an answer, red eyes wavering in slight sympathy for him - being hung upside down wasn't fun, she'd been forced to stay like that for hours in the underground as punishment for something or other. Ridiculous in her opinion.

[engineeredresilience]

“Alright, bear with me and I’ll get you down.” She walked underneath him, looking up and around his situation. If anything, she could easily cut him free, but he was a fair bit off the ground, and he’d more than likely hurt himself.

She’d do everything to avoid that, for now, and then noticed that the rope was wrapped around a further away post, low enough so that she could gradually lower him down, and thus avoiding any harm to him.

“I’ve figured it out.” She murmured, moving away from him.

[swordsandsambuca]

He didn’t have much to do as she inspected the situation. He dangled, trying to keep still despite his want for moving and trying to get feeling back to his legs as the blood rushed to his head. 

When she spoke he perked up and gave an excited smile before grimacing and pouting. “Okay so get me down!! This is hurtin’!” 

[engineeredresilience]

"I'd have more patience." She stated, with a light frown, "or I'll leave you here." Of course, she wouldn't leave him, that was an inhuman thing to do, but she could warm him with it.

Anyway, Gilda didn't like to be rushed, and this had to be a gradual process. Hopefully he wouldn't be as impatient with her when he's back on his feet, as he is in the air.

Slowly, but surely, Gilda began to lower him down to the ground, and thankfully, when done, she wandered over and hauled him to his feet, asking, "better?"

[engineeredresilience]

With a heavy sigh, and her hands resting atop her knees, Gilda felt them tighten into fists. She was unnecessarily annoyed, for some reason, and she'd recently had to take down her punch bag for having put a hole into the leather. She was trying to repair it, but it seems it was taking longer. She stretched her legs out in front of her, hunching her shoulders and leaning her head back against the wall. God, she hated being annoyed. Upset. Ugh, it was a pointless feeling. She just wanted to punch something.

[engineeredresilience]

Gilda walked into, having heard a bit of a ruckus. Of course, she hadn’t expected to see the sight before her, and she simply stood, placidly registering it before making any rash decision.

With her arms folded over her chest, she frowned, “how the hell did you get yourself into that mess?” Not exactly the question he’d want to hear, but she needed a moment; then she’d help.

[swordsandsambuca]

Luciano whined and wished that he was close enough to grab onto the post or something he hated feeling this useless. “… I tried to get my knife and tripped on a rope and it wrapped around my ankle!” he said quickly, staring at her in hopes of actually being helped, but with her just standing there that seemed impossible to him. 

[engineeredresilience]

"Alright, bear with me and I'll get you down." She walked underneath him, looking up and around his situation. If anything, she could easily cut him free, but he was a fair bit off the ground, and he'd more than likely hurt himself.

She'd do everything to avoid that, for now, and then noticed that the rope was wrapped around a further away post, low enough so that she could gradually lower him down, and thus avoiding any harm to him.

"I've figured it out." She murmured, moving away from him.

[swordsandsambuca]

Today was supposed to be a simple day at the circus, he was just going to practice his knife tricks and then fuck around the rest of the day. But of course he just had to have made a miscalculation and throw the knife too far so that it was impaled in one of the posts that kept up the main tent. And of course when he climbed up the ladder to get up to it he got tangled in a rope and then slipped. So now here he was, dangling upside down from his leg with his arm dangling as well as his prosthetic had fallen when the direction of gravity shifted. 

Seeing someone walking into the main tent he sighed and hoped that A.) They would see him and help him and B) They wouldn’t make fun of him for it. “Oi!” 

[engineeredresilience]

Gilda walked into, having heard a bit of a ruckus. Of course, she hadn't expected to see the sight before her, and she simply stood, placidly registering it before making any rash decision.

With her arms folded over her chest, she frowned, "how the hell did you get yourself into that mess?" Not exactly the question he'd want to hear, but she needed a moment; then she'd help.

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[agoodsoldiernothingelse-deactiv]

She wandered, more like sprinted, into Ludwig's tent, fists clenched and teeth gritted as she fought back the tears. Though, when she came to her senses, she pondered why she'd even chosen to run into his tent at all, and she intended to leave. Instead, however, she inched forward, huffily.

Ludwig was awake- that much was certain. As for why, he couldn’t quite yet ascertain. An innocuous noise, disturbing him due to his heightened instincts? Perhaps. But, rolling onto his side, he found an entirely different cause.

White hair, red eyes- Gilda. But, why? Blearily, Ludwig sat up. His hair was messy, falling into his face, as he tugged the blanket up and around his shoulders.

[engineeredresilience]

Soon she was done, and then climbed back into the bed, huffing lightly, “go to sleep, now, I have a lot to do tomorrow.”

A soft smile, “I don’t want you falling asleep on me while I work.”

[agoodsoldiernothingelse-deactiv]

Ludwig thought to argue, but then that would be rather childish of him. Arguing about goibg to bed when he was tired as it was? Pointless to say the least. So, he settled back down, taking the initiative to extend an arm slightly on the bed, just in case Gilda subconsciously took the offer whilst both of them slept. It would be more comfortable for them both.

[engineeredresilience]

With a slight sigh, she rolled into him, snuggling up to his side, and settling in.

[agoodsoldiernothingelse-deactiv]

She wandered, more like sprinted, into Ludwig's tent, fists clenched and teeth gritted as she fought back the tears. Though, when she came to her senses, she pondered why she'd even chosen to run into his tent at all, and she intended to leave. Instead, however, she inched forward, huffily.

Ludwig was awake- that much was certain. As for why, he couldn’t quite yet ascertain. An innocuous noise, disturbing him due to his heightened instincts? Perhaps. But, rolling onto his side, he found an entirely different cause.

White hair, red eyes- Gilda. But, why? Blearily, Ludwig sat up. His hair was messy, falling into his face, as he tugged the blanket up and around his shoulders.

[engineeredresilience]

Soon she was done, and then climbed back into the bed, huffing lightly, "go to sleep, now, I have a lot to do tomorrow."

A soft smile, "I don't want you falling asleep on me while I work."

[agoodsoldiernothingelse-deactiv]

She wandered, more like sprinted, into Ludwig's tent, fists clenched and teeth gritted as she fought back the tears. Though, when she came to her senses, she pondered why she'd even chosen to run into his tent at all, and she intended to leave. Instead, however, she inched forward, huffily.

Ludwig was awake- that much was certain. As for why, he couldn’t quite yet ascertain. An innocuous noise, disturbing him due to his heightened instincts? Perhaps. But, rolling onto his side, he found an entirely different cause.

White hair, red eyes- Gilda. But, why? Blearily, Ludwig sat up. His hair was messy, falling into his face, as he tugged the blanket up and around his shoulders.

[engineeredresilience]

She stepped up to him, hesitantly, kneeling down at the side of his bed, “may I?” She gestured to his predicament, hoping that, with her skill set, she may be able to offer something up to unlock his leg.

[agoodsoldiernothingelse-deactiv]

“I… suppose you may as well.” He conceded, gesturing to his leg in a way that was meant to say “go ahead”. Of course his pride took a great hit, but then, he really didn’t have any other options at present.

[engineeredresilience]

It was cold to the touch, and it took her a while to finally ease it into moving again, but it was just a case of clicking something, blindly, in the hopes of something happening.

"Tomorrow, you're coming to my tent and I'm going to check both. It shouldn't be doing that."

[agoodsoldiernothingelse-deactiv]

She wandered, more like sprinted, into Ludwig's tent, fists clenched and teeth gritted as she fought back the tears. Though, when she came to her senses, she pondered why she'd even chosen to run into his tent at all, and she intended to leave. Instead, however, she inched forward, huffily.

Ludwig was awake- that much was certain. As for why, he couldn’t quite yet ascertain. An innocuous noise, disturbing him due to his heightened instincts? Perhaps. But, rolling onto his side, he found an entirely different cause.

White hair, red eyes- Gilda. But, why? Blearily, Ludwig sat up. His hair was messy, falling into his face, as he tugged the blanket up and around his shoulders.

[engineeredresilience]

She stepped up to him, hesitantly, kneeling down at the side of his bed, "may I?" She gestured to his predicament, hoping that, with her skill set, she may be able to offer something up to unlock his leg.

[agoodsoldiernothingelse-deactiv]

She wandered, more like sprinted, into Ludwig's tent, fists clenched and teeth gritted as she fought back the tears. Though, when she came to her senses, she pondered why she'd even chosen to run into his tent at all, and she intended to leave. Instead, however, she inched forward, huffily.

Ludwig was awake- that much was certain. As for why, he couldn’t quite yet ascertain. An innocuous noise, disturbing him due to his heightened instincts? Perhaps. But, rolling onto his side, he found an entirely different cause.

White hair, red eyes- Gilda. But, why? Blearily, Ludwig sat up. His hair was messy, falling into his face, as he tugged the blanket up and around his shoulders.

[engineeredresilience]

She shook her head, hesitant, stepping forward without a second thought to check him over. There was a welt on his forehead, surely hers too, as she felt like she'd just collided with a wall. All the while, she muttered how sorry she was, and then faltered, coming to slump against the bed with her head in her hands.

"I didn't mean to...I don't know what came over me-" she seemed almost angry with herself, over how pathetic it was to thrash around - nightmares couldn't hurt you, she reminded herself.

[agoodsoldiernothingelse-deactiv]

She wandered, more like sprinted, into Ludwig's tent, fists clenched and teeth gritted as she fought back the tears. Though, when she came to her senses, she pondered why she'd even chosen to run into his tent at all, and she intended to leave. Instead, however, she inched forward, huffily.

Ludwig was awake- that much was certain. As for why, he couldn’t quite yet ascertain. An innocuous noise, disturbing him due to his heightened instincts? Perhaps. But, rolling onto his side, he found an entirely different cause.

White hair, red eyes- Gilda. But, why? Blearily, Ludwig sat up. His hair was messy, falling into his face, as he tugged the blanket up and around his shoulders.

[engineeredresilience]

Fully awake, she, too, had slipped into her instinctual survival mode, and every dirty move she'd learnt as a fighter flew through her head. She shot up, bringing her forehead to crash into Ludwig's, using his daze to her advantage, to then flip their current positions.

Now being the one to straddle, she let out a cry, fist ready to strike him across the jaw. She wanted to, but sense hit her full force. Chest heaving, and raised fist slowly lowering, she made a quick move to scramble off him, murmuring, "I'm sorry..."

[agoodsoldiernothingelse-deactiv]

She wandered, more like sprinted, into Ludwig's tent, fists clenched and teeth gritted as she fought back the tears. Though, when she came to her senses, she pondered why she'd even chosen to run into his tent at all, and she intended to leave. Instead, however, she inched forward, huffily.

Ludwig was awake- that much was certain. As for why, he couldn’t quite yet ascertain. An innocuous noise, disturbing him due to his heightened instincts? Perhaps. But, rolling onto his side, he found an entirely different cause.

White hair, red eyes- Gilda. But, why? Blearily, Ludwig sat up. His hair was messy, falling into his face, as he tugged the blanket up and around his shoulders.

[engineeredresilience]

Now, had it been a peaceful sleep, they'd have slept all the way until morning, but of course, Gilda was slowly slipping into dreams. She was reaching out for him, but he slipped through her fingers - people were on her, and she tried to fight.

All the while, as this occurred in her head, she started to groan, fearfully, head moving as though she was avoiding something. Then her clenched fists shot out, the night terror taking full control over her.

[agoodsoldiernothingelse-deactiv]

She wandered, more like sprinted, into Ludwig's tent, fists clenched and teeth gritted as she fought back the tears. Though, when she came to her senses, she pondered why she'd even chosen to run into his tent at all, and she intended to leave. Instead, however, she inched forward, huffily.

Ludwig was awake- that much was certain. As for why, he couldn’t quite yet ascertain. An innocuous noise, disturbing him due to his heightened instincts? Perhaps. But, rolling onto his side, he found an entirely different cause.

White hair, red eyes- Gilda. But, why? Blearily, Ludwig sat up. His hair was messy, falling into his face, as he tugged the blanket up and around his shoulders.

[engineeredresilience]

She patted his chest, laying down whilst pulling the covers up to her chin, “I’ll check them in the morning, I’ll be able to think properly.”

The way he spoke, though, made her heart twist, as she felt she could relate on a very small scale. Who were ‘they’? She though, with a sigh, and why had they done such a thing with him?

[agoodsoldiernothingelse-deactiv]

“Okay.” Ludwig turned off the light, settling down beside her.

[engineeredresilience]

No sooner had the light turned off, had she fallen asleep. Much quicker now she had someone with her. She could only that, for once, her sleep wasn't broken by the same motions that haunted her.

[agoodsoldiernothingelse-deactiv]

She wandered, more like sprinted, into Ludwig's tent, fists clenched and teeth gritted as she fought back the tears. Though, when she came to her senses, she pondered why she'd even chosen to run into his tent at all, and she intended to leave. Instead, however, she inched forward, huffily.

Ludwig was awake- that much was certain. As for why, he couldn’t quite yet ascertain. An innocuous noise, disturbing him due to his heightened instincts? Perhaps. But, rolling onto his side, he found an entirely different cause.

White hair, red eyes- Gilda. But, why? Blearily, Ludwig sat up. His hair was messy, falling into his face, as he tugged the blanket up and around his shoulders.

[engineeredresilience]

She patted his chest, laying down whilst pulling the covers up to her chin, "I'll check them in the morning, I'll be able to think properly."

The way he spoke, though, made her heart twist, as she felt she could relate on a very small scale. Who were 'they'? She though, with a sigh, and why had they done such a thing with him?