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[nathaniel-eissink]

An Apology Made of Chocolate || Cambria & Nathan

It was easy to forget other people when wallowing in the pity of your own existence. Well, that was putting it dramatically, but that was what Nathan had been doing these past few long days had boiled down to. Lying in bed and left to his thoughts, things that had been bugging him since his childhood, like the postcard he never posted, had been picked apart and inspected. The things that had happened more recently of course stuck in his mind more than the things that had happened as a kid, and one of those was Rachel. The other was Cambria. There were a few others of course, but those were ones that bothered him the most as he sat in his hotel, walked through Washington or when he was in the gym.

The fight between him and the brunette had not ended well, and somehow he felt as if his mission had just made things worse. He hadn't spoken to her before he left and neither had he since he had come back. It brought up a cringe as he thought of it. But now that he had come back to the most of his senses, he missed his fellow recruit. Their conversations were usually fun and he reminded himself of a specific one as he had walked through Washington the other day, and he had prepared everything for his apology. He had already procured her address as an agent, surprised to find that she had graduated. Well, that's what not talking to each other did, he thought as he stood in front of Cambria's apartment with just a few days to go before it was Christmas, his hand on a cart. 

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Hello Again || Cambria & Nathan [Flashback]

Victory Tours were always such a hassle. Everyone had to be there. Everyone had to look good. Everyone had to smile. Nathan's face was a neutral mask as he walked down the road to Steele's palace, bright lights already flashing everywhere as he took it all in. The 74th Hungergames had ended well, the whole Capitol happy that they had gotten another week of entertainment off of the deaths of twenty three children. Now, half a year later, the Victory tour had ended as well and everyone had to come together again. Nathan was wearing a strange suit made with the pattern of leaves, but at least it covered most of his skin as he had almost reached the palace. 

Emma had gone off somewhere, and Nathan had scowled before he realised that he was supposed to look happy. He usually didn't mind, but that was when his older sister was with him. Finally, people starting to stream around him as he reached the crowds and now a small, genuine tilt of the lips was on Nathan's lips. He didn't hate the people of the Capitol. It was like they were strange birds that had no idea how ridiculous they looked because they all looked the same in their extreme clothes. Compared to what some of the men were wearing, the victor was lucky. People had started to notice him and were talking to him, hoping to engage him in a conversation, but all he wanted was to see a familiar face. And just as he had politely declined someone's offer to sit at their table, he saw someone he knew very well. 

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If Things Had Been Different || Cambria & Nathan

Stress had never been part of Nathan's vocabulary, not even when in near-death situations or when he had been in the gang in Chicago. His way of showing that he wasn't comfortable with something was ignoring whatever it was and just doing whatever he was comfortable with. That was why he could be found in the shooting range, a simple handgun sitting comfortably in his hands as he turned it over in his hand and debated whether or not he should use this one or not. There were bigger, badder and shinier guns in the room, but the gun reminded him of Chicago. He wasn't even sure if that was a good thing, since mixed feeling came up at the way the gun felt familiar in his hands, but on the other hand, well... it felt familiar. He was used to it, in a way. It didn't frighten him to hold it in his hand or pull the trigger. 

Inhaling deeply, he raised his eyebrows at why he was even thinking about this. He just wanted to blow off some steam. Wesley had said that he'd be getting out of there soon, and the words that kept replaying in his head were setting him on edge. He kept thinking that everything he did was worse than a week ago, and that his progress wasn't progress anymore, but that he was deteriorating instead of improving. Pursing his lips, he stationed himself in one of the shooting spots, the mark some distance away. He just wanted to get out, but it felt as if, now that he was so close, Division was taking everything he did under the loop and even as he stood there he felt like all the cameras were pointed at him. 'Focus' is all he muttered when he took the safety off and then raised the gun, taking a steadying breath. He pulled the trigger. 

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Talks About Technique || Cambria & Nathan

Weariness was settling into Nathan's bones as he wiped sweat from his forehead, which didn't have much effect since his arms weren't exactly clean as well. Pulling up the hem of his shirt, he wiped it over his face while not inhaling. No doubt he smelled terrible. Turning to Cambria, Nathan smiled a bit. They'd been practicing after training again, and after Mal's training, their little 'lessons' (if you could call them that)  were a way to wind down. Nathan had just tried to teach Cambria the nine block, in which you slapped one of the opponent's fists upwards and the other down, and kept them in a grip there. It was hard to explain. But a glance at the clock had told Nathan that time to shower was running out and he really wanted to wash all the sweat off of him. 

"I think that's all for today, then." A yawn escaped Nathan involuntarily and he covered his mouth with a hand. Picking up the small towel he always took to training, Nathan slung it over his shoulder and walked to the door, waiting for Cambria as he held it open. Mostly everyone was in the showers or in their rooms and the hallways were empty save for a few stragglers like themselves. He really enjoyed the training, Cambria being easy to be around, reminding him a lot of his Brothers in the Blood Kings. She would've fit in there, he could tell, but not with the asshole part of the Kings. She wasn't a lot like Cinder who was just focused on keeping his heart beating, but still, she just had a familiar air. At least their silences weren't extremely awkward. Deciding that he didn't want to sit alone during Third Mensa, again, Nathan spoke out his thoughts. "Can I join you during dinner?"