Only The Brave Teach

@cliff-condemned

As Cheyenne and Cliff neared the Christmas tree Cheyenne noticed something that stopped her in her tracks. “A-Are those dead bodies?” She asked in slight horror.

He’d tried to keep shifting his attention back and forth between Chey and Zeek as they traveled, and encourage them to engage one another. Everyday conversation was sometimes stressful enough for him, but this was another level and he was beginning to think it wasn’t just the freezing air filling his lungs that made it hard to take deep, even breaths. The anxiety he tried to dismiss only increased as they approached the tree. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, but Zeek seemed to be going more subdued and he couldn’t think of many worse signs. Then there were the large shapes he first just saw as colorful blobs where there had been empty spaces before.

He made sure his sword was ready, eyes narrowing suspiciously, trying to make out just what they were. “Might be mutts,” he declared the possible explanation, orphaned from anything that gave it context. Then Chey offered an alternate explanation and the picture came into focus: bright Christmas sweaters ruined or removed, leaving pale fish bellies bleached of even more color by death and the feezing winds; heads and limbs stuck at odd angles, and wide, sightless accusing eyes that Cliff now imagined he could see clearly despite that not making sense when he couldn’t even see that it was people on the tree before.

Bloated faces, green and moldy, all drowned.

No, dried blood and caved heads and opened guts and large, gaping wounds in throats that looked like second mouths. Nobody drowned.

But still they looked like they were all looking at him to him. This was what he really wanted, wasnt it? All of them to die.

Only if it meant he could live. He didn’t enjoy this. He didn’t want to see anyone like that. He didn’t want to put them on the tree.

Cliff went stock still, staring at the tree, transfixed, mouth slightly slack. In his mind he was wailing over it. In reality, he looked merely curious after he shut his mouth more firmly after fingers of cold tried to climb down his throat and steal the last of his body heat.

“It’s the other tributes,” he finally replied to Chey when he found his voice again and the ability to look away from the macabre Christmas tree . “The ones that died in the bloodbath. We should go look for your brother,” he encouraged tactlessly, even more insensitive in the lack of sympathetic sadness in what should have been solemn suggestion and not an almost upbeat one.

Cheyenne stayed frozen looking at the tree trying to scan the floating bodies to see if one of them was her brother. “I really hope you mean look for him on the ground and not up on the tree.”

#c:cliff #mobile

@cliff-condemned

Cheyenne and Cliff were sitting catching their breath but the Christmas music started. Cheyenne looked to Cliff with tired eyes. Soon the rumbling began and snowballs appeared on the horizon. “Run!” She screamed as she kept to her feet.

Cliff for his part was just glad to have his back to the tree at the center of the arena again. He was humming “The Twelve Days of Christmas” on and off, only semi-conscious of it, step much quicker now that he’d had a little hot food. Breathing was still difficult, he couldn’t seem to get the cold out of his body, and he constantly sounded like he needed to catch his breath, but he was better, otherwise, more hopeful about the day, warmer except for his lungs, and already pushing the tree out of his mind as anything but a cool Gamemaker trick now that he didn’t need to stare into the eyes–or lack of eyes on some ‘ornaments.’

Then the music cut off sharply and Cliff felt for a moment like his heart stopped with it. For a suspended moment of silence and then the start of the cacophonous electric Christmas carol, there was no telling what was coming but Cliff’s head snapped from side to side, trying to scan all directions as he raised his sword and told Chey and Zeek, “back to back” ….which could have been good advice if it were androids or mutts running toward them and not towering, unstoppable, crushing forces of nature.

“Chey’s right! Run!” he cired as he saw them and began pumping his legs as he took off, eyes still scanning but for some kind of furrow, niche, or valley they could tuck into and let the snowballs pass over them. He felt bad running when he knew both of his alliancemates had shorter legs, but not bad enough to slow–though, lungs burning, not used to running in the cold, he actually wasn’t much to keep up with. “Don’t try to outrun,” he advised tersely, trying to yell over the music, “They gain momentum. We don’t. Spread out to the sides. Off course.” He doubted the snowballs could change direction…though actually not that much. Sentient giant snowballs did sound like a Gamemaker move. “Find someplace to hide ‘til they pass.”

#c:cliff #mobile so can’t cut posts properly #he doesnt have to follow her #i should probably switch to with austin for the death scene

Cheyenne barely could take in what Cliff was saying as she ran for her life. “Cliff, this way!” She screamed as she headed towards some trees but not looking back to see if the male followed here.

A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A large box is attached from anonymous.. Inside is a thick jacket, boots, and twine. The note reads: “Stay warm, cowgirl!"

Cheyenne was still mourning the loss of her Irish twin and the video that had played after her brother’s face appeared in the sky, when she had a slight mood lift. The beeping of a sponsor gift interrupted her crying. Cheyenne wiped her tears before picking up the large box. Her eyes went wide, there were so many things in the box and at that things that might help her survive. She frantically looked for a note to see who to thank but found it to be anonymous but with a message. She smiled slightly before putting on her new gifts.

shy–teacher:

Cheyenne couldn’t help but smile back at the boy’s half smile. As Cliff began to clean his sword in the snow she followed suit with the knives that had been blooded before filling her canteen with clean snow. “I don’t know if it’ll even melt in here but I figured I should fill it before they poison the snow or something.” Cheyenne nodded “Cover is probably a good idea.” Cheyenne’s eyes tried to scan the arena but there was just so much white interrupted only by the Christmas tree and lights of the building near it. “We need to find my brother. I guess we should head back towards the cornucopia and see if he’s there.”

“Good idea,” he nodded at the canteen, and kept it to himself when his instinct when she mentioned ‘before they poison the snow’ was to ask how she knew they hadn’t already. The snow was probably clean to drink.

Probably. He’d let her try it first.

“The big guy from Ten?” Cliff blinked innocently. “I saw him run off that way.” He pointed in what he thought and hoped was the opposite direction from any Austin was headed and started to go that way. “We’ll keep a look out for him. It would be good to have numbers.” It would be if there wasn’t a chance he’s holding a grudge and gunning for me after the cornucopia.

Cheyenne smiled and threw her arms around Cliff in a hug. “I really lucked out with you finding me. Thanks!” She followed him in the direction he started. “So I take it your districtmate is dead?”

The hug threw him off for a second and he tensed before his mind caught up and he relaxed and returned the brief hug. “I’m glad I did,” he told her, sincerely,as for that moment he suddenly was sincerely glad that he’d been able to save her and no longer questioning the decision and the risk of her turning against him later. “No,” he answered her honestly about his District mate before even thinking. “At least I don’t think so. I don’t really know I guess. We’ll have to see tonight. She was right about the arena though. She was betting on snow.” He sounded more bothered by the last bit than by losing sight of Sierra.

#c:cliff #mobile so can’t cut posts properly

Cheyenne grinned when she heard Cliff’s words that he was glad that he has found her. She cocked her head to the side “You guys aren’t pairing up as an alliance?” She asked with curiosity

A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A small box is attached from anonymous. Inside is a parachute chord. There is no note.

Cheyenne was sitting up on guard while Cliff slept. Soon she heard the beeping of a gift. When it landed she looked over to see if Cliff was still asleep not knowing if it was for her or him but she was going to take it either way. She rushed over and opened it. She smiled, parachute cord could come in handy at some point. She looked for a note but found none. She looked up at the sky “Thank you.” She mouthed and tucked both the parachute and her gift away.

@cliff-condemned

Cheyenne and Cliff were sitting catching their breath but the Christmas music started. Cheyenne looked to Cliff with tired eyes. Soon the rumbling began and snowballs appeared on the horizon. “Run!” She screamed as she kept to her feet.

@cliff-condemned

As Cheyenne and Cliff neared the Christmas tree Cheyenne noticed something that stopped her in her tracks. “A-Are those dead bodies?” She asked in slight horror.

shy–teacher:

Cheyenne couldn’t help but smile back at the boy’s half smile. As Cliff began to clean his sword in the snow she followed suit with the knives that had been blooded before filling her canteen with clean snow. “I don’t know if it’ll even melt in here but I figured I should fill it before they poison the snow or something.” Cheyenne nodded “Cover is probably a good idea.” Cheyenne’s eyes tried to scan the arena but there was just so much white interrupted only by the Christmas tree and lights of the building near it. “We need to find my brother. I guess we should head back towards the cornucopia and see if he’s there.”

“Good idea,” he nodded at the canteen, and kept it to himself when his instinct when she mentioned ‘before they poison the snow’ was to ask how she knew they hadn’t already. The snow was probably clean to drink.

Probably. He’d let her try it first.

“The big guy from Ten?” Cliff blinked innocently. “I saw him run off that way.” He pointed in what he thought and hoped was the opposite direction from any Austin was headed and started to go that way. “We’ll keep a look out for him. It would be good to have numbers.” It would be if there wasn’t a chance he’s holding a grudge and gunning for me after the cornucopia.

#c:cliff #117 #mobile so can’t cut posts properly

Cheyenne smiled and threw her arms around Cliff in a hug. “I really lucked out with you finding me. Thanks!” She followed him in the direction he started. “So I take it your districtmate is dead?”

shy–teacher:

Cheyenne was slightly confused by the boy’s reaction and reply but was grateful that he didn’t seem to want to hurt her so she let her hand relax away from her knives a little. She shook her head no. “You won’t regret it. I promise.” Cheyenne’s eyes quickly drifted to her own waist before returning to Cliff’s eyes. “Apparently.” She said simply before jerking her head in the direction of the two tributes she had killed, the robotic hovercrafts not having come yet to collect them. Cheyenne chewed her lip. Austin and Cheyenne hadn’t discussed alliances much and she didn’t know what Austin would think of Cliff. Hell, Cheyenne barely knew Cliff. However, it might be a smart move on Cheyenne’s part to have an ally until she got back with Ausin. “Okay” She finally replied before extending her hand out to him.

He felt his mouth quirk in a half smile even though there was nothing funny about anything that had happened recently. “I’ll probably regret it eventually,” he reasoned, talking more to the thin air than to her. “That’s a problem for the future though.” His eyes followed her gesture to the two dead tributes, then nodded, “Fair enough.” He crouched and cleaned the sword in the snow quickly, wheels in his mind turning as he did, remembering that the District Ten boy he’d left bleeding in the bloodbath was this girl’s brother. Well, he’d have to make sure Cows in the House didn’t catch up with them if he wanted to keep his newly acquired ally. Another problem for the future. He stood up and took Chey’s offered hand and shook it. “Cliff. You probably know that. You’re Chey. We should head for cover.” He knew he should dry the blade of the sword now or it would rust, so he looked to which of Chey’s kills had the cleaner sweater to wipe the blade on as they passed. “Got a direction you want to head?”

Cheyenne couldn’t help but smile back at the boy’s half smile. As Cliff began to clean his sword in the snow she followed suit with the knives that had been blooded before filling her canteen with clean snow. “I don’t know if it’ll even melt in here but I figured I should fill it before they poison the snow or something.” Cheyenne nodded “Cover is probably a good idea.” Cheyenne’s eyes tried to scan the arena but there was just so much white interrupted only by the Christmas tree and lights of the building near it. “We need to find my brother. I guess we should head back towards the cornucopia and see if he’s there.”

#c:cliff #117 #mobile

shy–teacher:

Cheyenne thought this was it. She thought this was how she died. Suddenly there was metallic smelling warmth on her face and the hands around her throat were gone, causing her to gasp in a breath as she tried to focus on the figure she could barely make out the figure in front of her. She was pulled to her feet as the figure spoke to her. Finally Cheyenne could make out who it was. ‘Cliff’ She thought to herself confused but grateful as she tried to make out what he was saying. Cheyenne stares at him wide eyed and pulled away slightly as the boy touched the painful skin on her neck. None the less she tried to follow his instructions to breathe deep and not speak. She stumbled back as the boy grabbed his sword, frantically grabbing at her waistband for her throwing knives. “Why didn’t you?” She asked? Her voice coming out raspy and harsh.

He shrugged his shoulders as if to say he didn’t know, looking at a spot over her shoulder instead of at her. “Didn’t want to.” His eyes drifted to hers. “Are you going to make me regret it?” Then his eyes lit on the knives she wore. “Are you any good with those?” He could put knives to use. He could rush her while she was still weak and try and take them now, end up wearing her blood too, then he’d have the knives for when he needed them. But he couldn’t muster the bloodlust necessary for it at the moment. There was another option though. “We could watch each other’s back, for now at least.”

#c:cliff #117 #mobile so can’t cut posts properly

Cheyenne was slightly confused by the boy’s reaction and reply but was grateful that he didn’t seem to want to hurt her so she let her hand relax away from her knives a little. She shook her head no. “You won’t regret it. I promise.” Cheyenne’s eyes quickly drifted to her own waist before returning to Cliff’s eyes. “Apparently.” She said simply before jerking her head in the direction of the two tributes she had killed, the robotic hovercrafts not having come yet to collect them. Cheyenne chewed her lip. Austin and Cheyenne hadn’t discussed alliances much and she didn’t know what Austin would think of Cliff. Hell, Cheyenne barely knew Cliff. However, it might be a smart move on Cheyenne’s part to have an ally until she got back with Ausin. “Okay” She finally replied before extending her hand out to him.

Once Cheyenne had calmed down a little she pulled the knife out of the girl’s neck and looted the boy’s other throwing knives. However, Cheyenne couldn’t catch a break but maybe she hadn’t gone far enough away from the cornucopia or maybe she just picked a highly traveled route but most likely she realized, people were following her shoe prints. Soon the girl from District Eleven appeared. ‘What did you do to Hedge?’ She screamed ‘You’re going to pay!’ Before Cheyenne could even react the girl was on top of her, hands around Cheyenne’s throat. Cheyenne tried to fight and push the girl off but couldn’t and the edges of her vision her going black as she struggled to breathe and stay conscious.

@cliff-condemned

Sword in hand, Cliff was beyond ready to leave the cornucopia behind. He wasn’t following footprints as much as following the direction that Zeek had torn off in after they’d locked eyes–or so he thought, he hated to admit it but he’d gotten a bit turned around while tussling around the tree and his brain was still foggy so every direction and landmark seemed like what he’d first seen when trying to acclimate. No matter how many subtle or not so subtle differences there were it was all a dark and snowy blur.

He didn’t think he’d catch up to Zeek, at least not right away, but it was a goal and he needed goals to keep everything feeling manageable. It wasn’t Zeek he stumbled upon though but a girl lying on the ground, gasping for breath. It took a moment before his eyes focused on the other pinning her to the ground or his ears registered that they had heard the aggressor’s comparatively much louder cursing for vengeance for her fallen ally. At first, all there was for him was the small gasps for breath and the bulging open brown eyes, the dark hair billowing all around the girl in trouble’s head like a halo. He imagined he heard his name too though he couldn’t have. The girl from Ten didn’t know it he didn’t think and couldn’t have said it audibly. He heard it all the same, plea for help and a reprimand at the same time. Cliff, do something.

“Lyssa”

He didn’t hesitate. He snuck up behind the distracted Eleven, grabbed a fistful of her hair at the back of head with his off hand to pull it back and dragged his sword across her neck with the other in one strong motion that had blood spraying everywhere.

He pushed the girl he’d just killed roughly off the fallen Ten, setting his sword to the side for a moment, an incredibly foolish move though the tunnel vision of a certain type was setting in again as he helped the girl from Ten to her feet.

“Are you alright? Don’t try to speak right away,” he fussed over her, fingers probing gently at forming bruises on her neck, and eyes concerned. “Just breathe.” He demonstrated as he spoke, taking deep, slow breaths himself.

Blink.

Lyssa.

Blink again.

No, her name was Cheyenne. He thought her name was Cheyenne. She didn’t even look like Lyssa.

He grabbed the sword then, as if it suddenly occurred to him that the girl he just saved could have, and gripped it a bit tight, wariness coming back in his eyes. “I could have let her kill you.”

Not as soft and reassuring as saying he wasn’t going to hurt her or asking if she wanted to be allies, but then fact that he could have let her die, and still could kill her now, but wasn’t yet seemed like enough of a shorthand

#c:cliff #117 #mobile so can’t cut posts properly

Cheyenne thought this was it. She thought this was how she died. Suddenly there was metallic smelling warmth on her face and the hands around her throat were gone, causing her to gasp in a breath as she tried to focus on the figure she could barely make out the figure in front of her. She was pulled to her feet as the figure spoke to her. Finally Cheyenne could make out who it was. ‘Cliff’ She thought to herself confused but grateful as she tried to make out what he was saying. Cheyenne stares at him wide eyed and pulled away slightly as the boy touched the painful skin on her neck. None the less she tried to follow his instructions to breathe deep and not speak. She stumbled back as the boy grabbed his sword, frantically grabbing at her waistband for her throwing knives. “Why didn’t you?” She asked? Her voice coming out raspy and harsh.

Once Cheyenne had calmed down a little she pulled the knife out of the girl’s neck and looted the boy’s other throwing knives. However, Cheyenne couldn’t catch a break but maybe she hadn’t gone far enough away from the cornucopia or maybe she just picked a highly traveled route but most likely she realized, people were following her shoe prints. Soon the girl from District Eleven appeared. ‘What did you do to Hedge?’ She screamed ‘You’re going to pay!’ Before Cheyenne could even react the girl was on top of her, hands around Cheyenne’s throat. Cheyenne tried to fight and push the girl off but couldn’t and the edges of her vision her going black as she struggled to breathe and stay conscious.

@cliff-condemned

#c:cliff #117

Cheyenne was emotional to be ripped away from Austin. She was choking down tears as she was pushed by peacekeepers into the room to dress. She couldn’t help but laugh as she picked up a Christmas sweater with a kitten on it. “We’re going to look adorable as we get killed.”

She sighed after dressing as she walked over to her tube and noticed the cookie and milk. She cocked her head to the side ‘Was this normal procedure before the games?’ She thought to herself but none the less did as she was instructed and stepped into her tube as the world began to fade away.

White. That’s all Cheyenne saw at first when she came to. White and cold. But slowly more of the scene in front of her was recognized by her eyes and brain. ‘Shit, my first and last time seeing snow.’ She thought to herself before snapping back as she listened to the count now.

The horn blared and Cheyenne took off from her starting disc. Her eyes found a smaller present and she was determined to take it. As Cheyenne neared it she caught something in her peripheral vision. The boy from district eleven. Cheyenne grabbed the present the same second he did. “Back off.” She screamed, surprising even herself with her tone and volume. The pair went down and a wrestling match ensued. Cheyenne ended up on top and began punching the boy’s face as hard and fast as she could. Blood began to stain the pure white snow. Soon the boy stopped struggling and went limp. Cheyenne’s eyes went wide and she froze. ‘Is he dead?!? Did I just kill him?!?’ She thought to herself. Finally with shaking hands she reached down and felt for a pulse and breathed a sigh of relief as she quickly found it and felt the boy’s chest rose below her. Knowing he was a live brought Cheyenne back to reality and all the people dying around her. Cheyenne took off with her present not wanting another confrontation.

Now well away from the blood bath Cheyenne opened her present and found a empty canteen. Suddenly Cheyenne felt something fly past her ear, Cheyenne looked down and realized it was a throwing knife. She grabbed it and whirled around, without thinking about it throwing the knife. The knife sunk into the boy’s throat and he fell forward. Blood gurling from his mouth and wound. Cheyenne was so surprised that she had done that let alone that the knife had hit its target. Cheyenne slowly approached the body after the noises had stopped and pushed it over with her foot. She reached down. No pulse. Cheyenne’s eyes went wide. She had just killed someone.

Suddenly Cheyenne heard an ear piercing scream. She looked up, she recognized the girl was the boy’s District mate. ‘What the hell have you done?’ She growled before charging at Cheyenne. Cheyenne barely had a chance to pull the knife out of the boy’s throat before the girl was on top of her. Cheyenne tried to cover her face as the girl wailed on her. Cheyenne after what seemed like forever kicked the girl off of her and rolled on top of her. She pulled the knife across the girl’s throat. Blood welled up but the girl kept fighting. Cheyenne put both hands on the hilt and slammed it down into the girl’s throat. Girl struggled for a minute more before going still.

Cheyenne stayed sitting on the girl’s chest panting as she looked down at her shaking hands covered in the girl’s blood. She frantically began rubbing snow on her hands trying to wash the blood off, paying no attention to her skin screaming at the cold.

Bank Tally

Task 01. A New Challenger Approaches: $0

Task 02. The Reaping: $100

Task 03. This Is Halloween: $100 ($100)

Task 04. Skills: $100

Task 05. Costume Quiz: $0

Task 06. What a Strange New Place: $0

Task 07. Bump In The Night: $0

Task 08. 20 Questions: $0

Task 09. Chariots: $100

Task 010 Part 1 Rule and Recap: $0

Task 011. Training Prompts: 5 x $100 = $500

Task 012. Learn Skills: $0

Task 013. Skills Presentation (Score of ): 5 x $100 = $500

Task 014. Julia Tribute Interview: ($100)

Big Sponsor Funds: $1000

116th Victor’s Ball Posts: 0 x $10 = 0

TOTAL: $2600

ruleandinterviews

shy–teacher:

Cheyenne was very nervous for her interview but she knew she couldn’t let that show. Cheyenne had always been quiet and shy so being interviewed in front of hundreds of people for a broadcast that all of Panem would see was more than nerve wracking. Cheyenne pulled up all the courage she could before walking onto the stage with a sweet smile pulled across her lips. She walked over and seated herself before smoothing out her dress. Cheyenne tried her best to not let her smile falter at the question. “It’s rather conflicting having my brother here with me. On the one hand I have someone familiar around and someone to support me but on the other hand once we are in the arena in the best case scenario only one of us is coming out. Which is unbearable to think about.”

“This question should come as no surprise for you, as it is something every one of us wants to know…” Julia then turned the subject around, building suspense for her next question with a serious, blank look on her face, as if this was very difficult for her too, since the female tribute herself was probably having a hard time about being in the arena with her half-brother, knowing too well that at least one of them was there to die. “Which one of you have you agreed should live? If it came to only you and your brother in the arena, who would go home? You know you sadly cannot both win…”

Cheyenne had to fight the urge to bite her lip nervously as Julia built up suspense for her next question, not knowing what to expect. Cheyenne was sad at Julia’s question and stayed quiet for a moment. Her eyes shifting to the side of the stage to see if she could see Austin but she couldn’t. “If Austin and I were the last two in the arena I...” She paused “I don’t know who would come out. I want him to go home to help care for our family but he wants me to go home to help care for our family.” She answered her voice quivering more and more as the sentence went on.

#c:julia #q2

Task 013

Cheyenne sat as straight as she could next to her brother watching the other tributes from the earlier districts file into the training room after their names had been called. It felt like hours and hours had passed, leaving Cheyenne’s mind plenty of time to wonder to various anxious thoughts. Cheyenne looked over to Austin to see if he appeared to be as anxious about the presentation as she was. Cheyenne had a few skills coming into the training tower but hadn’t been able to pick up as many during training as she would have liked to.

Soon Cheyenne’s mind was jolted back to reality by the robotic voice announcing her name and district number. Her eyes shifted around the slowly emptying room before standing. Cheyenne turned to give her brother a quick hug before entering the training room.

Cheyenne knew she need to appear confident to the sponsors and Gamemakers if she had any hope of getting any sponsor money. She took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and walked as confidently as she could into the room. Cheyenne stopped when she got to the middle of the room. “Cheyenne Upton, District Ten.” She said loudly and confidently before giving a sharp bow.

Cheyenne crossed the room to the dagger station. She picked up three and slipped them into her belt before walking over to the simulator. She typed in some information and set it to the setting just below the hardest. She stepped into the simulator and took a deep breath. Soon the simulated figures began running at her, to which she pulled out a dagger in each hand and rather backing down, ran towards them. Cheyenne began a musical dance of slashing and dodging attacks. She gracefully dodged all the simulations’ attacks and ‘killed’ them viciously. The simulation’s final attack came, Cheyenne took down all three figures that attacked her at the same time.

Cheyenne stepped out of the simulation breathing hard and looked at the clock. ‘Good, I still have time.’ She thought to herself before heading over to pick up a trident and headed towards the sparing ring. A trainer stepped into the ring and the two began to spar. They were going hit for hit and Cheyenne was able to block many of the trainer’s moves with the trident. That was until the trainer was able to swipe out Cheyenne’s legs. Cheyenne’s mind was in a completely different place and survival mode, without thinking she grabbed a dagger out of her belt and lunged forward on her knees to drive the dagger into the trainer’s thigh. As the trainer fell, grabbing at the hilt of the dagger Cheyenne grabbed her trident and stood. She quickly placed the points on the trainer’s neck before peacekeepers rushed in prevent her from hurting the trainer more and to pull the trainer out of the arena. Cheyenne’s eyes quickly darted to the upper level were the sponsors and Gamemakers sat. ‘What the hell have I done.’ She thought to herself as she was escorted out of the training room.