hyerry potter. (![]() ![]() @ 2011-02-17 12:46:00 |
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HYEWON: Hand on the doorknob to her room, key in the lock; a beat. Hyewon’s hand slips off the doorknob up to forehead. Her vision swims and tightens into a tunnel, headache sparking around the edges. She can feel the chips vibrating inside her skull, and wonders briefly if it’s just a malfunction--a short circuit, wires crossing--the tools that would let her open up and fix the problem are in her room. Shaky on her feet, Hyewon manages to open the door and kick it shut behind her with a sharp snap before her feet miss the floor and she hits the ground, the knee of her bionic leg leaving a dent in the hardwood where it lands. She shakes like she has a violent chill, and suddenly the furniture in her room shifts and vibrates like it is sitting on the San Andreas Fault. It is hard to describe how she feels, but with her heart in overdrive and her bionic parts whirring to life, she knows this isn’t a simple short circuit. She huffs, she puffs--her chest heaving, the lump in her throat like a burning coal that sets fire to her rationality. Her anger wells up in her chest, spinning her insides like a giant whirlpool, and at the center of it is Johnny. The words from his candygram reverberate inside her--”I’m sorry.” Hyewon grits her teeth. Not as sorry as he’s about to be. Her room erupts like a scene from Poltergeist, her belongings smashing, flying, spinning; her eyes go black, hair whipping with the force of her newly-gained telekinetic abilities. The case for her cannon springs open in the melee and Hyewon snatches it from the air and fits it on her left arm. The door of her room crashes open from its frame without a touch--Johnny is about to get more than he ever bargained for. She huffs, she puffs--and aims her cannon at the Alpha front door. They may have been the wolves, but Hyewon was the one about to blow their front door down. JOHNNY: As soon as Hyewon had been spotted from a window approaching the Alpha House, Johnny was alerted - primarily through a series of catcalls and light teasing from his Brothers. He’d waved them all off, tossed some stern looks around, and sent them all back to their rooms to allow for some privacy. He’d been waiting for Hyewon to be ready to talk ever since their fight, but with the recent rumours about her and Elin his desire for a conversation had pretty much tripled. He flew down the stairs—literally—and through the foyer to the front door, the anxious look on his face betraying a mix of nervousness and relief. He alighted at the front door, took a moment to smooth down his short and adjust his collar, before pulling open the door and flashing a welcoming smile. “Hey! So glad you decided to--” Unfortunately by the time Johnny realized he was staring down the barrel of a wrist-mounted proton canon, he was already being blown across the foyer, through the wall and into the billiards room. HYEWON: A laughter quite unlike Hyewon’s usually treble rumbles through her throat with satisfaction as she watches Johnny being blown backwards through the walls, and into a pool table with a loud crunch of drywall and wood. The table collapses, balls scatter to the floor. The dust doesn’t even have time to settle before Hyewon crosses the threshold of the Alpha house, the ground shuddering with her entry. Her anger seethes like flames on the side of her face, and the entire room seems to vibrate with it. Footsteps heavy with a purpose (which, coincidentally, was at this very moment, to destroy Johnny), she steps through the hole that he just made, cannon still raised, whirring menacingly. When she smiles, it’s as if she is bearing her teeth threatening. “Hello, lover,” her voice is one part mocking, and two parts barely-contained rage. She rears back and kicks the ruined pool table with her left bionic leg, and the entire wreckage slides back with its force hitting the opposite wall, hitting a rack of cues that clatter to the floor. “We have unfinished business, Johnny. I’m here to collect.” JOHNNY: As the dust settles, Johnny is at first nowhere to be seen - until a pile of wreckage that was once a bookshelf begins to rumble. The American superboy rises from the rubble, seemingly unhurt but looking positively flummoxed by the situation. His brow creases to its maximum extent, his hands coming out cautiously to present upraised palms, the universal gesture of peace. “Hyewon, wait!” He pleads, his body tensing as the cannon on her arm whirrs. “I know you’re mad, but don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit!? We can just talk!” Upstairs he can hear the shouts of his Brothers as they react to the house-shaking blast. HYEWON: “TALK?” Hyewon spits the word back at Johnny, her voice shrill. Her normal hand balls into a fist, and a growl escapes her throat. Her bionic eye zooms in and out dizzyingly--registering his upraised palms, his creased brow. Somewhere in the storm system of Hurricane Hyewon, his gesture of peace almost reaches her and she lowers her cannon two degrees. But the eye of the storm passes and a wall of rage returns, churning her insides and twisting her about. Her jaw grits, and somewhere behind Johnny, a large crack snakes up the wall of the Alpha billiard room with a crunch, dust and little bits of debris hitting the floor. She shouts, “IT’S TOO FUCKING LATE TO JUST TALK, JOHNNY!” The whirring in her cannon peaks suddenly and a second blast--bright and loud--releases in Johnny’s direction. JOHNNY: Baffled as he may be, Johnny’s battle instincts are starting to kick in in the face of such clear and present danger, and his arms fly up to protect his face and chest with crossed forearms. His feet plant squarely on the ruined floorboards and his shoulders hunch forward, but even planted firmly the cannon blast still forces him backwards against the wall with a resounding crash. At least he manages to stay on his feet, though he’s swaying a bit unsteadily as his jaw sets with determination. “This is crazy, I don’t want to fight you!” He shouts, though his actions seem somewhat contradictory as he suddenly launches himself forward. His shirt in tatters, he rockets forward to catch Hyewon around the waist with one arm, pulling her through the hole she’d blasted in the house’s facade and out onto the common lawn. He crashes into the turf as delicately as possible, merely trying to give the Amazon a good rattle without hurting her. HYEWON: As they collide with the lawn, Hyewon and Johnny get in about two good tumbles before Hyewon tucks both of her feet between them and kicks off of Johnny’s mostly-bared chest like a springboard. She lands on her back a little ways away, and jumps to her feet. She doesn’t seem to notice the scrape she is now sporting on her right cheek, but even amidst the gnashing anger still pounding in her ears, she feels the pain emanating from her right wrist from when she landed. The dull twinge feels like a sprain, and only serves to make her more enraged. Her chest heaves, and she practically breathes smoke from her nostrils, her bionic foot digging into the manicured lawn before she launches into a high jump, flipping mid-air, aiming her cannon at Johnny from above him, and getting off three smaller blasts before she lands behind him. She doesn’t wait to catch her breath before lunges for him again, cannon cocked like a battering ram. JOHNNY: The kick sends Johnny rolling across the lawn, his own landing significantly less graceful than his cyborg opponent. He gouges a dent in the lawn before coming to a stop, quickly pulling himself to his feet, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Cut it out!” His entreaty is filled with a hint of annoyance now, at being attacked for seemingly no reason. “I don’t want to do this, but--” His sentence is cut off by the volley of short bursts aimed at him, which he blocks with fists and forearms, giving the impression of ‘punching’ the blasts. Each impact rattles the ground around him, but he doesn’t fall. He whirls around to find Hyewon rushing at him, cannon raised, and has only a moment to act. The sidestep is largely reflex, as is the arm coming out to clothesline his rushing attacker. He puts as little force behind the hit as he’s able, but it’d still be like taking a titanium baseball bat to the chest. HYEWON: Hyewon notices his sidestep just a second too late, and before she can dodge his clothesline, she hits him square in the chest. And just like that, the wind knocks out of her and Hurricane Hyewon dissipates as she crumples to the ground unceremoniously, out from the blow. JOHNNY: For the briefest of moments Johnny stands victoriously over his felled opponent, before the realization of exactly what he’s just done comes crashing visibly down on him. “Ohmigosh, Hyewon!” He dropped to his knees to check her prone form, but after a moment of realizing that he may need a PhD in electrical engineering to discern if he did any damage, he instead scooped her gently into his arms and took off towards the medical building, leaving a growing crowd of baffled spectators behind. |