Braces Headgear Stories Novels & Stories

“Well, it’s the only one I found in the garment bag you handed me, so...” “But… But…I ordered a big, frilly light-blue dress to match me, along with one of those masquerade ball masks to hide your face.” “Oh, wait! It did come with a mask.” I lifted the yellow helmet with black shaded eyes and a silver mouth guard, then pulled it over my head. My vision went limited, but I could clearly see Brick out of the eye holes as he shook his head. “Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”

I sent the protective vests and helmets, which were masks, to Pacwater, Lucius, Liam and Fredrick. Looking at the protection gear, I realise it wasn't Kevlar as I thought. It was a new type of fabric that could stretch and bounce off metal moving at a high velocity. My instructions were simple. They were to keep the head mask, which we referred to as helmet but wasn't really because it was a ski mask that was made with the same fabric as the vest, close by and wear the vests under their clothes to keep them battle-ready. I too did the same. I gave everyone the protection gear, everyone but Michael. I felt bad about it. I wanted to give it to him to protect himself. But we could not risk Ingr

I feel like I should. The armor had a coif with a squared, t-shaped opening leaving the eyes and mouth exposed; a squared nose guard protected the nose. Attached to the top was a leather piece used to attach long, colored hairs which flowed towards the back. The shoulders were fairly rounded, broad, and relatively small in size. They were decorated with two smaller blades on each side, curved towards the backside. The upper arms were protected by squared, fully covering rerebraces which sat quite well under the shoulder plates. Vambraces wrapped the lower arms with a row of long, curved spikes on the outer sides.

James approaches Kara, holding both hands up so she can see the piece of metal and the box with buttons. “Okay, Kara. I’m going to slide this metal between the collar and your skin. It might be tight, but I’m not trying to choke you. It will just be for a few seconds, okay?” “What is that?” She points to the metal. James looks at Reggie, who shrugs. “No one will ever believe it. Might as well tell them.” “This is a piece of Achilles’ battle armor. Have you ever heard of him?” James turns the metal over in his fingers and gives Kara a gentle smile, as if he is trying to convince a child.

For gamers who stared at the computer frequently, their hands were their assets. Wristbands might not have much effect in preventing hand injuries, but they could offer some protection. The headsets were a necessary accessory, and the eye protectors were for rest times after their intensive training. After selecting the gifts, she had them delivered directly to her hotel. Then, she headed to the venue and took photos with many lovely dressed-up ladies. As she anticipated, Alex called during lunchtime. Rebecca patted her stomach and informed Alex of what she wanted to eat. She told him to pick her up at the venue.

I brushed the fur from my teeth. Combing my hair was a little harder. If I had something to pull my hair back with, the bald spot most likely wouldn't show. No such luck and it would probably cause a more severe headache than I already suffered. My sudden sense of vanity needed to take a flying leap into the cold dark pit it had come from. I pulled an old familiar t-shirt from the bag and gently brought it over my head. Panties and shorts next. This was the best I could do. There was a bra in the bag but I needed more sleep and hated wearing a bra to bed. Concussions weren't for sissies. I opened the door and found Brack sitting at the table with his head propped on his hand.

As I placed my hand on the cold body of the silver, a memory came to me. I had another fight with my sisters. My brothers didn’t even care to look. I dragged Snuggles and thumped to the floor. It was a hard fall on the butt. I wasn’t brave enough to stand up. Miss Rica was nowhere to be seen. I sighed and raised my head to the thing in my front. It was armor. I see plenty of these everyday but… this one made me smile. The red feather that was meant to be on his helmet was titled. I wanted to help the poor thing get up.

He said, passing around a special device, like a headband, for them to wear. This was my first time attending the games, and I was mesmerized by the technology and gear we were allowed to use. Nathan is a warrior, and one of the best, so my instinct was to follow his lead. He was about to finish when I saw something on the map. “Nathan…! I said, and he stopped in his tracks and looked at me. “Yes, Stella, What's up?” he said.

"You're beautiful without the hair covering, don't let it bother you." I don't believe him. Meagan was beautiful. I look nothing like her. Slowly I lift the headpiece and place it over my baldness. It's cold and familiar. This isn't the first one Meagan had made for me. As I grew, she had the piece resized or another made from scratch and always had some ornate artwork added. Meagan told me I was the only child who remembered her from the crossing. The headpiece was a gift to celebrate that bond and to make me feel beautiful. The dragon startles me from my thoughts when he speaks, "You need to eat." His voice is gruff and it's an unmistakable order.

Inside: spare magazines, a compact first-aid kit, and, thank God, small weapons. I chose a slim, double-edged push blade and taped it flat against the underside of my left breast, inside the fabric of my bra. I moved carefully so it wouldn’t nick skin. Next, four steel hairpins, long, sturdy, sharpened at one end. I twisted my hair into a high bun and slid them in deep, points hidden. They looked innocent, but they weren’t. I zipped the hoodie up to my chin, pulled the sleeves over my hands, and headed downstairs.