hailey hamilton is better underwater. (mermayd) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-01-13 20:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, hailey hamilton, nathan mitchell |
WHO: Hailey & Nathan
WHAT: Hailey triggers Nathan's feral, he rips apart trees and windows & Hailey is fascinated
WHEN: Backdated to Saturday, after the fire alarm
WHERE: By the lake & warehouses
WARNINGS: None, mentions of bloody injuries but not graphic!
STATUS: Completed
The fire alarm had been annoying, but on it’s own it wouldn’t have rattled Hailey. It was seeing Hugo in that weird freaky bondage costume that rattled Hailey. He wasn’t wearing that on his own time, not to mention Hailey had no idea he was even into bondage. She had thought she knew him fairly well, she’d been worried and there for him after the nightmares... and yet, apparently she didn’t know him at all. They hadn’t talked much lately, but he wouldn’t have changed drastically in the past month. In fact, Hailey was just feeling like Hugo was getting back to his “old” self, that is his self before the nightmares. She was beginning to regret ever sleeping with him because she missed his friendship, but she couldn’t forget the way she felt about him. Hailey knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep. She also knew that she didn’t want to trouble anyone else. When she stumbled upon Nathan though, that had changed. She asked if he wanted to hit things, and the pair of them had decided to spar. Or fake-fight, whatever. Hailey preferred fake-fight, but the rest of the world seemed to prefer spar. Hailey’s limbs connected with power, her anger and hurt in all things Hugo piling up and powering her. She didn’t want to talk, she wanted to release the tension. ==== Nate had helped Leona home, put her to bed, seen on the network that she was back up and posting a few minutes later, but decided that he wasn’t her father despite his spectacular Dad Moment earlier in the week and gone on to do... well. Nothing in particular. As he tended to do on Saturday night, usually having no more than one beer and going home early. He really was one of the most boring twenty-year-olds in existence. In his own opinion. When the fire alarm went off it was clear that not everyone was like him. Rather the opposite, actually. Half naked girls, similarly half naked guys and what they’d been doing? Yeah. That was pretty clear. Nathan was relieved when he came across Hailey, and went with her without question. She looked upset, and didn’t need to explain herself. Nate knew Hugo and he knew Hailey. “Where are we going?” he asked as they headed outside. “Anywhere in particular?” ==== "The warehouses are locked," Hailey said out loud, trying to sort out where she wanted to go. A warehouse would be perfect for what Hailey wanted, but it was super late (or super early), and Hailey wasn't prepared to break into a warehouse. She could get into the warehouse they used for ice hockey, but Hailey didn't want to risk an IVI staff finding her and taking privs away. "The lake," Hailey said, deciding on the one place she always found comfort in. She didn't say anything else but she changed direction and headed towards the lake. "I don't have any equipment," Hailey said, stating the obvious. She wouldn't mind getting a bruise or two though. The physical pain would distract her from her emotional pain. Ugh. She inwardly hated herself for being so upset. But things were different with Hugo. So much had happened and Hailey had felt connected with him in a way she couldn't put into words. The night air was refreshing compared to daytime,and Hailey was finding her lungs full of oxygen. Stopping suddenly near the lake, Hailey looked to Nathan. "Here's good." ==== Hailey seemed to deal with things the same way Nathan had done once upon a time, before he stopped any and all exercise out of fear that he would get injured and snap into feral state. He didn’t like working out either, simply because the stronger he was, the more damage he could do. That was his biggest issue with training. Some of them simply become more dangerous when in good shape physically. Hailey clearly needed to work some of her frustration off, though, and he had been better at controlling it lately. That was what Edwin had said, at any rate. That it wasn’t just a coincidence that he’d made it through the last few week’s worry and emotional turmoil without turning. Yeah. In the end it was Hailey’s need to hit something that won out. “We should be okay anyway, I guess. What do you want to do?” ==== For all of Nathan's worrying, Hailey was 100% convinced she would be fine with him. She had taken down a bear after all, a scared Aussie wouldn't be too much different. Her confidence and stubborn unwillingness to believe he was dangerous also made her forget other things. Like how he didn't seem to enjoy exercise, or that he had never asked her to spar in the past. Even Allegra had asked Hails to spar. "Hit things," Hailey said honestly. She wasn't great at hiding her desires and wants at the best of times. Hurt and worry often manifested into anger, though, so the fury that flashed behind her eyes was completely genuine. Hailey's fists had balled into fists at some point - she didn't remember doing that, but there they were. She could easily send a punch Nathan's way, but even though it wouldn't hurt him too much, she wasn't about to send a fury of fists his way. "No gloves, but I'll start off gentle?" Hailey said with a bit of a smile and a shrug. ==== He nodded. “All right. We’ll give it a shot.” He wasn’t bad at talking about things, or facing feelings head on. Acknowledging that you had them and trying to somehow quiet them down logically was more effective than ignoring them until you exploded and there most definitely was pain of all kinds. That was the worst way to go. Still, Hailey didn’t want to talk. She wasn’t that kind of girl. He liked her for it too, liked that she was so physical, a completely different brand of ‘let’s not talk about it’ than Allegra, for example. The irony of being told by a girl six or seven inches shorter and a whole lot more slender that she’d be gentle was not lost on him, and it was with a small, quite nervous smile that he raised his palms towards her, giving her somewhere to land her first punch. “If something happens, you know what to do.” ==== Hailey rolled her eyes and mumbled something like ‘yeah, yeah’ when Nathan mentioned knowing what to do. She had been carrying around one of his sticks for a while, it seamlessly fit in every pocket, but she’d never expected to use it. Nathan kept telling her that he was scary and dangerous, but she just refused to believe it. Even if his power turned him different, he’d still be Nathan. Hailey was just convinced he was afraid, and that fear was taking over every time he changed or turned or whatever. Quickly, Hailey fell into a rhythm. Not talking and striking Nathan’s hands was a million times better than dissecting her feelings or even confronting Hugo. At some point she imagined she would confront Hugo, but not today. No, because today he was busy with two other girls in a weird costume. Hell, maybe more than two. As these thoughts rose inside of Hailey, so did her anger. She paid less attention to how hard she was punching and where she was striking. Instead, she let her anger fuel her arms and her punches picked up speed. Hailey hardly noticed Nathan’s expression beginning to change before she took a step back to shake her arms out. ==== The punches weren’t too bad to start, but as they went about it Nate started feeling flickers. Little sparks of his power, the same slow ones he got every time he stubbed a toe or cut a finger. Enough to make him worry, enough to make him open his mouth, about to tell her to stop. But no. She needed it. He could do it. Just a few more punches, her fist, his palms, it would be okay. He’d worked with this in training, he... could... do... it. And maybe he would have been able to. Maybe if the last few weeks hadn’t been so draining, maybe if he hadn’t had a teammate die, a wake to go to, a memorial to attend, people to worry about, little niggles of emotions, bordering on painful, but never quite there. They washed over him with each small punch, more the harder they got. It was distracting too, all those thoughts, everything that had happened. Enough to lose track of what he was doing, enough for his hand to slip and Hailey’s fist to end up punching him square in the face. He blinked as pain exploded, and took a step back as a second punch – before she had a chance to realise that he’d let his hands drop to his sides. ==== There was always the possibility that someone would slip up when sparring. Someone would go too far or hit you in the wrong spot, or really anything else. Hailey had been lost in her own little world, and only snapped out of it when her hand flew past the spot she’d been hitting and into Nathan’s face. It wasn’t enough to give him a black eye or break his nose, but it was enough to make anyone want to take a step back and bring their hand to it. She made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a squeal and her hands dropped to her sides. “Nathan, I’m sorry,” she breathed. Apologies in this sort of case weren’t necessarily needed. Of course she was sorry; she’d never intended to punch him in the face. It was just one of those things she couldn’t let slide. As Hailey prepared to put her palms up to let Nathan take a few shots, she noticed that he was just standing there. “Nate?” she questioned, her head tilting slightly and her eyebrows knitting together. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Maybe she’d punched harder than she intended to. ==== Hailey wasn’t Hailey anymore. She was an obstacle, something to throw away, to grab and hurt. To break, maybe. The sound of bones cracking was always so satisfying, showed him that he was done. Time to move on. Nathan grabbed her by the arm, tossing her aside. She didn’t scream or try to run. He tilted his head and looked at her, almost grabbing her again. Almost tossing her around a second time, and a third, breaking, bending, hurting. He probably would have, had the wind not rustled through the trees behind him. He turned at the sound, immediately forgetting about the girl on the ground. (The thing on the ground; she wasn’t Hailey, she wasn’t a girl, she was nothing.) He went for one of the trees, cracking it down the middle, ripping branches and wood apart. It splintered and fell to the ground. He did the same with a second, breaking it and throwing it far. It landed with a splash in the lake. Job done. Off in the distance were lights to kill, voices to silence. Nathan – although it wasn’t his name anymore, was it? – turned and walked towards it. Leaving that thing on the ground. If it yelled his name he did not understand it. If it tried to reason with him, he did not hear it. He started walking towards the buildings in the distance. Towards the sounds. Sounds meant things. Sounds meant breaking. And he had to break. It was the only thing on his mind. Break. Bend. Hurt. Crack. Break. Bend. Hurt. Crack. ==== It took Nathan tossing her aside and looking at her without an ounce of recognition for Hailey to understand what happened. Somehow his power had been switched on. That power he was constantly warning her about. She was curious more than anything. Hailey found herself unable to move, but it wasn’t due to fear. It was due to desperately wanting to know what was going to come next. His power had always intrigued her in a way it shouldn’t have, and she would be damned if she rushed to use his anti-power epi-pen or whatever it was called. Hailey tensed, ready to leap away if Nathan tried to grab her again. The wind distracted him, and Hailey watched with morbid curiosity as he ripped fully grown trees apart. “Holy shit,” she whispered into the air. The first rule of hunting was to stay silent, but she couldn’t. Not when she just saw her friend rip apart two adult trees! Hailey scrambled to her feet and stayed low to the ground. If Nathan insisted on being treated like an animal, she’d stalk him like one. She grabbed the epi-pen from her pocket and made sure it was ready to work. In all honesty, Hailey would have been perfectly happy letting Nathan tear apart the trees until his power wore off. She couldn’t now though, not when he turned towards the lights and dorms. Shaking her head gently, Hailey moved as silently as possible after Nathan. The closer he got to anyone else, the less he’d notice her padding over the sand. All she needed was to get within arm’s length... ==== There was a trash can to toss, a few signs to break, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. His hands itched to break more, to hurt more. It was the only thing on his mind, the only thing his brain could understand. The way from the lake up towards the warehouses was empty. The voices he’d heard was further away. In a building, maybe. Behind walls. He found walls. Hands slammed against the brick. Hands found a window, and punched through it. He didn’t feel the cuts, didn’t notice the blood. He went for the frame of the window instead, pulling. He would’ve pulled it apart. He would’ve torn the wall down. He would’ve kept going, but behind him was a thing that wasn’t a girl that wasn’t a Hailey, and she had a different plan... ==== The fact that she was so interested in how much damage he could cause probably wasn’t good. Hailey had always been interested in the more aggressive animals growing up, and apparently nothing had changed. Nathan didn’t mean to be aggressive, but between him and Hugo Hailey had managed to surround herself by people who were dangerous. Regardless of what they said or anyone else said, Hailey still wanted to see everything herself. If Nathan got so strong after she punched him a few times, how strong had Hugo really gotten when they’d wrestled? Or when anyone else was hurt? The garbage cans and signs seemed so trivial when Nathan swiped at them. They flew away effortlessly, and Hailey wondered if she could ever make it look similar. The trash cans, maybe, definitely not the signs. As they approached one of the warehouses, Hailey prepared for action. The longer she let him ‘hulk out’, the more likely it was he would ruin school property and possibly hurt someone else. He’d never forgive her if he hurt someone. She momentarily wondered if she would get in trouble for not injecting him right away, but whatever. Her story against no one’s, right? As Nathan attacked the window, Hailey maneuvered herself into position. She waited until he was completely focused before darting out of her shadowy hiding place. He was incredibly strong - much stronger than Hailey ever knew - and she didn’t need him swiping at her and taking off for the dorms. Adrenaline and thrill surged through her as she approached and managed to sink the epi-pen (or whatever) into his side. ==== His hands were gripping the wood, little splinters coming off. One swipe and it would be in his hands. One swipe and... A twinge at his side. He looked down, seeing a little thing at his side. He had no logic, no empathy, no memory, or he would have known what the thing in her hand was. As far as he knew, though, he’d never seen it before. It was a surprise when the hand that batted Hailey aside clumsily missed, as was slumping to the ground. In the brief moment between falling over and passing out the cuts on his arms, each one sliced into his skin by the broken window, made themselves known. Before the pain could even register he was out, but he would feel them later, the only memory of what he’d done. ==== As he went down, Hailey twisted her body to stay out of the way. He pawed at her like a kitten would - one that’s not completely coordinated or fully in control of it’s movements. She couldn’t help but smile at the effort as Nathan’s body slid to the sand. It wasn’t until Nathan had stopped moving that she noticed the blood. “Fuck,” she whispered looking around. She was in the middle of the campus with broken glass on one side, and sand on the other. She’d been forced into enough first aid classes to know that at least one of those cuts were pretty serious. “Fucking...” she mumbled before deciding to take her shirt off. For a long moment Hailey tried to rip it in half the same way men always do in movies. She even used her teeth. Apparently these men had precut shirts or Hollywood was just lying, because this shirt was not ripping. With an angry groan, Hailey gave up and tied her entire tank top around the worst looking cut. After that was done, Hailey realized she needed to get Nathan to the hospital. Even though she was hopped up on adrenaline, Nathan was still over six feet and much heavier than she was used to. Grabbing his ankles, Hailey started to pull. And went nowhere. “God fucking dammit,” she swore. This was going to be a long freaking journey. |