I'm a pathological skeptic

Hailie Tyler 20 years old Werewolf

[mystic-meghan]

Meghan hadn't gotten to use her magic for anything fun in a while. Maybe that was why she was pushing Hailie. Or maybe she just wanted an excuse to be a bitch. It had been too long since she had practiced on someone else. Before she had come back to Havensdale, she had used her magic on many vampires, werewolves, and shifters. Testing out the best way to fight and how to use her magic for fighting.

Even if she wasn't looking out for Hailie's attack, the girl had wound it up too much. Especially her calling out the attack. Before Hailie could land one of her claws on Meghan's hand was up. Pushing Hailie back through several shelves stopping before she went through the window.

"God, you animals are so dumb." Meghan laughed, walking through the destroyed shelves. "You don't attack a warlock unless you can win. And you can't fucking kill me. But I can kill you."

[hailietyler]

Hailie should have seen it coming but everything was overshadowed by her rage. She was so goddamn angry at Meghan, she could feel it poisoning her insides. She was so furious at how hopeless she was, that she screamed. Hailie didn't care about getting thrown through the store, hitting into every shelf on the way the back wall. She could take a hit. What she couldn't take was the sound of Meghan Morrison laughing at her. After everything she'd done, she was laughing. Hailie's life was left in ruins and she was fucking laughing!

She knew it wasn't smart, that Meghan could kill her... and maybe Hailie didn't care. At least, if she could take a few good chunks out of her on the way out. She snarled in response, teeth sharper, and sensed fully heightened and focused on her. If she could just get one good swipe, she could knock that shit eating grin off her face for good. It would be worth it.

Hailie didn't bother responding, instead she rolled back to her feet and made to pounce at her again. @d-exterharrison

[mystic-meghan]

Meghan knew exactly why Hailie hated her. But she honestly didn't care much; they had never been close, even before she had left town. She was paying attention to what Hailie was doing. Not wanting to get caught off guard, she might play loose with her mouth, but she always knew how to stay ready in case it turned.

"Only place I can get to for records." Meghan was trying to push it see what would happen. "Trust me, I would gladly walk out of this town if there wasn't a giant barrier trapping me. Hating me only affects you. I do not care how you feel, honestly." She paused, thinking for a few moments. "Ian wouldn't have died if he had listened; it is his own fault. He had plenty of warnings. As for Dexter, he made his own choice. They are big boys, Hailie.

[hailietyler]

Hailie had almost gotten used to Dexter and their unending bullshit. It might have taken a while, but she understood better than ever that he did not care about her. He couldn't care about her. There was nothing that Hailie could say to Meghan that would hurt her, she wouldn't even feel a fraction of the pain Hailie did. It was pointless, this whole conversation was pointless.

She was going to leave, she would have left but then she had to say that. Hailie had worked so hard not to spend every day thinking about it. The day that Meghan killed Ian, that Dexter brought him back. It had been another year now and Hailie had survived it. Another June, here and gone. But hearing Meghan talk about it so casually - so flippantly - made her see a red so bloody she could have screamed. Hailie had loved Dexter more than anything, they had a life together and a future. For the first time, she'd let her guard totally down and let someone in, and it destroyed her. He destroyed her. Meghan destroyed her.

And just like that, her claws had grown and her canines had sharpened, her eyes glowering. "You know what, fuck you---," and with that, she had lunged towards Meghan with every intention of biting and clawing whatever the hell she could.

[hailietyler]

hihprompt 8 >>>> formative influences

peyton sawyer (one tree hill)

meredith grey (grey's anatomy)

april ludgate (parks and rec)

mj watson (mcu spiderman)

[i-sabelvalentine]

Arriving at the diner just a tad later than the already late birthday boy, Isabel manoeuvred her way through Sal's, doing everything in her power to keep her eyes off Robbie as he attempted to consume an entire platter of party food. Honestly, she felt the urge to do the same, but she opted to wait, instead heading to the counter to order a beer. Her hand kept lifting to her hair, too aware of the blonde or concerned that it was more tousled than it should be? Who's to say? "Wait, does Sal's still do shots or was that just a fever dream I had?"

@havensdalestarters

[hailietyler]

"Oh, there was definitely a Christmas party in 2012 that wrecked half the town. Arguably the only time I ever heard my dad giggle. Pacts may or not have been made to never speak of these shots again," Hailie chimed in, not entirely sure how much of that story her dad had embellished the next day. Following that, she raised an eyebrow in Isabel's direction before giving her a once over. "Blondes have more fun?"

[hailietyler]

But when it comes to the heart You don't even know the hell you are

@d-exterharrison

[robbie-wilson-hih]

"That might be the nicest thing you've ever done for anyone, Hailie. Thank you-" the 'ou' lingered, fizzling into nothing as Robbie weighed the odds of her choice of words being a well placed reference or a simple statement of fact about him, "wait. What do you know?"

[hailietyler]

"And don't you forget it," she quipped but there was no bite behind it. She would have done more, if she could have. Hailie raised a brow at Robbie as his brain seemingly malfunctioned before her very eyes. "What do you mean, weirdo?" Old age must have been kicking in already.

[itslovemorrison]

"there's some sage in there as well, makes me want those sage and garlic snack bites lowe makes real bad. it's giving a whole new situation to saging a property" she chuckled and swept some more of the glass out of the way "you'll be stuck here all day if you help me. what kind of friend would i be if i didn't tell you to save yourself"

[hailietyler]

"aw man, they would so hit the spot right now. this whole mess is making me majorly hungry... you should have stocked up on cheese and marinara sauce as well. pretty magical, in my book." hailie laughed at her joke, walking around the store to get a better look at the damage. she turned back to love, shaking her head. "c'mon, what else am i gonna do today? you might have to put a line of salt at the door, though. keep out my evil ex."

[basketcasemp3]

[hailie-tyler]

“… and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows.”

— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via valyrianswords)

[itslovemorrison]

the magic box had taken a hit during the earthquake and the place was a mess. determined to try and get some semblance of order back in place, love had taken it upon herself to tidy up.

sweeping up broken glass and ruined herbs, she looked up when she heard the bell above the door chime and gave a smile

"i promise it normally looks way better than this"

@havensdalestarters

[hailietyler]

"hey... i think the new floor made entirely of - what? oregano? - looks awesome. and i definitely wouldn't lie to you when it comes to seasonings," hailie greeted with an uncharacteristically wide grin. it was always hard to feel down when you were around the beaming light of love morrison.

"you need a hand? foot? whole rack of bodies?"

[robbie-wilson-hih]

Having arrived fashionably late to his own birthday party / 4th July celebrations at Sal's as one so often does, Robbie's mission was now twofold; pretend to be unbothered by the existence of Isabel Valentine for the rest of the day, and avoid Joey Salvatore at all costs, forever. Easy as pie. Speaking of, "I'm starving," he announced before practically lunging at the party food, adding a third layer to his mission involving fistfuls of beige food. "God bless America. God bless Sal."

@havensdalestarters

[hailietyler]

Everything going categorically to shit didn't mean Hailie was going to miss Robbie's birthday. Sal called it a '4th of July whatever' for years, but everyone knew who the party was really for. He even made a cake. "You should chew the curly fries more if you wanna make it to the Sal's Special. Ordered it on your behalf, BTW. Happy birthday, ya filthy animal."

[mystic-meghan]

This was one of the few places in town where she had hoped no one would bother her; this town was full of people that she didn't want to see, or people that deeply bored her. Hailie was not someone Meghan thought of beyond the last time they had seen each other. She was sure that Hailie had a lot to say to her, especially involving one of her least favorite people.

"Probably not, but when has not wanting to talk to someone ever spared me. So let it fly, Hailie. If we are giving opinions, my parents pay you too much for these records to be this out of order."

[hailietyler]

Everything about Meghan Morrison made Hailie's blood boil. She understood enough to know that Meghan didn't - couldn't - care about anything. That she couldn't be sorry even if she wanted to. And honestly, 'sorry' was hardly going to cut it after what she'd done. Meghan would remain cold and calculated, and Hailie would only burn hotter and hotter. She wondered if she could get close enough to claw her eyes out without ending up like Ian had. Her nails bit into the palms of her hands while she tried to keep her cool.

"As if you give a damn about this place," she scoffed, willing herself to stay calm. "Let it fly? Are you kidding me? I don't know how you can walk around here like nothing's happened, like you haven't destroyed everything with your bullshit. Like you haven't poisoned everything that you've touched. I hate you, Meghan Morrison. The sooner you crawl back into the hole you came from, the better. For everyone."

[rhaenyratheconqueror]

MOE TRUAX’S FINGER GUNS

↳ TRINKETS SEASON 1, EPISODE 3: PUSSY PALACE

↳ TRINKETS SEASON 1, EPISODE 4: HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY

[mystic-meghan]

@havensdalestarters

Meghan had been working on some things lately, waiting for her next move. Restless was a mild way of putting it, being trapped in a house full of people she didn't like and in a town she had tried to leave behind. She decided to kill some time at her family's record store; luckily, no one was there. She thumbed her way through some of the records. It was clear that no one had been organizing these for a while. Definitely a side effect of being trapped in a magic dome.

"Just going to stand there or are you going to say something?"

[hailietyler]

Hailie had worked at Morrison Records on a Saturday since Junior year of high school. She'd heard almost all of Mr Morrison's punny jokes, especially ones relating to Hi-Fis. Like everyone in this frickin' town, she'd known Mark, Ian and Meghan all her life. Hailie and Meghan had never been besties, even before. But now... warlocks were a sensitive subject. Meghan - who killed Ian, making Dexter bring him back to life and lose his humanity - was a sensitive subject. Meghan who had, very directly, ruined her fuckin' life. The more Hailie thought about it, the more she felt the rage squeeze around her heart like barbed wire.

"Trust me, you don't want to hear anything I have to say to you."

[itsquinnvalentine]

"oh to be watching legally blonde with curly fries right now." she sighed at the thought "instead were stuck here with our sore legs. but i will take your warning about hula-hooping, impossible and impractical." she smiled. quinn didn't need an elaboration on hallies answer, she knew what it meant. "i know, i get it. it's the same shit just a different day"

[hailietyler]

"perfect day... and you know what? who's to say you can't be. we just need, what? another solid 30 minutes to feel alive again and we can fire up the old dvd player. i appreciate that, thank you." hailie let out an unexpected laugh at quinn's response. something about hearing her say 'shit' so casually made hailie smile. "beautifully put, quinn. are you gonna run tomorrow, too?"

[blairfisher]

"Okay, not to brag, but this is like the third time this week that someone has paid me a direct compliment, so is there something going on on with the town's water supply? Is the dome doing some weird magic thing or?" Because the whole being flirted with? So not Blair's scene. "Just working crazy hours. No sunlight. The usual. You?"

[hailietyler]

Hailie barked out a laugh at Blair's question. "Now that would be something, huh? The big bads take a break from their regularly scheduled shit to make you the new hot girl on campus," Hailie grinned. "Love it. I've got into fights with three different assholes this week, but I can't blame the water. Sounds important. Uh, yeah, same old. Minimum sunlight, a lot of curly fries."

[little-orphan-annelise]

It was so fun to fight with wolves. Yes, it wasn't like it would end in a feeding (it was called having a well-developed palate) but it was a fun challenge, a challenge that humans just couldn't provide. Although, Annelise realized that this particular wolf was maybe, well, let's just not say, Annelise was not worried about losing this fight. She dodged the swing, responding with a quick shove. "No. I don't think I will."

[hailietyler]

Hailie stumbled when she dodged, hissing through her teeth when she got shoved. This was the perfect opportunity for her to turn and run, to forget about this. To not do something she's live to regret. "Is that all you've got-," she growled, launching herself back at her, claws slashing at the air.