if ever god has given fear

Cora Hale. Still coming home.

[zenwolfconnor]

Just an admiration of your restraint, nothing more.

Are you hungry?

[halcd-blog]

I hesitated. Should’ve known better.

Always. What are you in the mood for?

[halcd-blog]

[It isn’t that she’s frightened. Not at all, really. But she has a thing about being touched, and about guys who tower over her. (That is to say, almost everyone.) His hand pins her to the wall, and for a second, she can’t breathe. Her mind takes her back to the days with Deucalion, when she dealt with this all too much, and had to stand up for herself, lest she appeared weak. For a moment, she’s afraid. Then, she remembers that this guy — a gun holstered on his hip without any sort of subtlety; hunter? or idiot?  — is human. Regardless of what he thinks he can do, she’s not his prey. Between him and her, she will be the bigger threat every time.

She takes his wrist in her hand, her grip tightening until she feels the bones break beneath the skin. Ripped from his evil monologue of whatever he was talking about, he pulls his hand away with a cry of pain. He staggers to the side, his shoulder hitting the wall, and tears spring to his eyes as he cradles his ruined wrist. She breaks his other hand, too, if only to prevent him from shooting her in the back as she leaves, and she walks away from him. She doesn’t want to kill him; getting rid of the body would be too much work, and it’s not even noon yet. She’s content to just leave him where he is. Only a handful of steps away, she stops cold when she meets a pair of familiar eyes. She’s only quiet for a moment.] Whatever you’re going to say — don’t.

[halcd-blog]

[Though Cora didn’t drink very much, she did end up crashing at Jackson’s place. She woke up in time to get to class, but decided to skip, for a multitude of reasons. She didn’t really feel like going to class, and she wanted to make sure everyone else was okay, first. And it was possible that she didn’t want to run into Monty yet. Jackson’s parents were kind enough to let her stay without question, and hadn’t batted an eyelash when she made no move to go to school. She should leave soon, but she isn’t ready to yet. Falling back on the couch, she runs a hand over her face. She needs to call that therapist back. She looks up when she hears someone coming in.] Hey. How do you feel?

[capwhittemore-blog]

Amazing.  I could run a marathon.

Actually, I don’t feel that bad.  From the alcohol.  How do you feel?

[halcd-blog]

I don't know. Weird -- could be from the alcohol, or... Hell, I don't know.

Are we going to talk about what happened last night?

[halcd-blog]

[Though Cora didn't drink very much, she did end up crashing at Jackson's place. She woke up in time to get to class, but decided to skip, for a multitude of reasons. She didn't really feel like going to class, and she wanted to make sure everyone else was okay, first. And it was possible that she didn't want to run into Monty yet. Jackson's parents were kind enough to let her stay without question, and hadn't batted an eyelash when she made no move to go to school. She should leave soon, but she isn't ready to yet. Falling back on the couch, she runs a hand over her face. She needs to call that therapist back. She looks up when she hears someone coming in.] Hey. How do you feel?

[halcd-blog]

Text → Jackson

Jackson: No.

Jackson: You?

Cora: Yes [ unsent ]

Cora: I'm never really okay.

Cora: I'll be over soon.

[halcd-blog]

Text → Jackson

Jackson: I need to get drunk. Anyone want to come over?

Cora: Yeah.

Cora: You okay?

[halcd-blog]

Text → Erica

Erica: You're gonna look like a fairy tale princess or a punk rocker when I'm done. It's going to be amazing.

Erica: No problem

Cora: You're Erica Reyes. I'm going to be disappointed if you don't manage to do both.

[halcd-blog]

Text → Erica

Erica: Dude, I'm gonna braid your hair.

Erica: I guess.

Erica: Also, gave the ex your digits. Jsyk.

Cora: Hooray.

Cora: She would've gotten it one way or another, you just saved us some time. Thanks.

[halcd-blog]

Text → Erica

Erica: IT IS EXACTLY AS IMPORTANT

Erica: We really need to have a girls night where I explain things to you.

Erica: She told me. That SUCKS what happened.

Cora: Duly noted.

Cora: Oh, no doubt. But it could've been worse. Neither of us died, so. Small miracles.

[halcd-blog]

Text → Erica

Erica: YOU ALSO FAILED TO MENTION THAT SHE IS YOUR EX GF????

Erica: I mean props, girl is a babe of the highest order, BUT THAT IS PERTINENT INFORMATION, HALE.

Cora: It didn't seem as important as telling you that she wasn't a murderer.

Cora: But yes, we dated.

[halcd-blog]

Text → Erica

Erica: You and Lauren know her. Of course she isn't.

Cora: Touche.

[halcd-blog]

Text → Erica

Erica: You know her too?

Erica: I accused her of being a murderous psycho multiple times and she just called me smart. Seems chill.

Cora: I do.

Cora: She is. Chill, but not innocent.

[halcd-blog]

Text → Erica

Erica: Heads up. There's a random female wolf named Monty in town. No idea if she's sketchy or not, so if I disappear, you know why.

Cora: Monty's here?

Cora: She's not a bad guy, but I wouldn't try to fight her, if I were you.

[halcd-blog]

Text → Rory

Rory: Awesome! He'll cheer up!

Rory: She is glaring at me right now but drinking so I think so!

Cora: He will. Anything with alcohol and dancing will put him in a better mood.

Cora: Where are we going?

[halcd-blog]

Text → Rory

Cora: Isaac is coming. He's already drunk and generally unpleasant, but he'll be there.

Cora: Will your sister be there?

[halcd-blog]

ooc. dance practice. will be back at around nine, then can stay all night. message me if ya need to, and i will do my best to rwply!

[halcd-blog]

Text → Erica

Erica: Love you too, Hale. I rarely am.

Erica: Again, should be obvious. And you're welcome.

Cora: I meant thanks for the advice, Reyes, not for pointing out the obvious.

Cora: I'll pass her number along, in case you ever decide to talk to someone about all of your bullshit.