[sub]Collab post between myself (Wade Wilson), lovely complex, foxygen, and flightless-angel-castiel.[/sub]
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[b][color=#808080]Location;;[/color][/b] Main Hall → Lobby → Main Hall Again
[b][color=#808080]Alex Interacting With;;[/color][/b] [i]In person:[/i] Ash [sub][@lovely complex][/sub], Oliver [sub][@foxygen][/sub]
[i]Via text:[/i] Ash
[color=lightslategray][b]Aisling Interacting With;;[/b][/color] Her boys and Kitt 
[color=8493ca][b]Oliver Interacting With;;[/b][/color] Adielle [sub][@Altered Tundra][/sub], Ash and Kitt [sub][@flightless-angel-castiel][/sub][/center][hr][i]Before the Timeskip…[/i]

[indent][indent]Ghost didn’t have time to react with how quick shit happened. Adielle, Alton, Sunny, Jackson, Elijah & Co. all blended into one big ball of rage as the scene went down faster than that time he got a serious case of food poisoning. Adielle came galloping in, shrieking at Jackson in her annoying, high-pitched voice that could probably make a dog’s ears bleed. Her insults didn’t seem all bad, but the two seemed to be heating up anyway, though the Red Team member seemed to get hotter much much faster, as he swung his arm back in preparation to punch the annoying Green. Alex would’ve gotten up and punched Jackson right in the face, if it weren’t for Eli doing something useful for once and blocking the blow with his elbow, and Sunny then bouncing in, feeling it was his duty to take a picture of the damned scene. Along with Sunny came possibly the most annoying out of Pink - Alton. He would’ve slapped him if it weren’t for the fact he was raised not to hit little girls. Ash then worked her magic to get “Jackson the Hothead” out of the picture, if not before a few prompt words of ‘fuck’, ‘shit’, and various other things like that. And, just like that, it began to quieten down as quickly as it started. Ghost’s female counterpart (at least by name) walked in, dragging Sunny away, and then they were left with just the Greys and “Kitt”. Ash decided the best thing to do was give everyone a pep talk, which Alex knew by common sense anyway, and then tend to Oliver, who was probably a little unnerved by the whole ordeal. This didn’t matter to Ghost, though, not right now, at least. He was far too pissed to give a damn. Instead, he stood up, slamming his hands on the table.

[b][color=#808080]“YOU’RE ALL FUCKING IDIOTS!”[/color][/b] He screamed, to anyone and everyone in the Main Hall. [b][color=#808080]“ALL OF YOU! DON’T TRY AND FUCKING PULL ANY MORE SHIT LIKE THAT THIS SUMMER, OTHERWISE I’LL BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF EVERY ONE OF YOU!”[/color][/b] Regret instantly started to kick in as he stormed off, shoving people out of the way and speeding to the lobby. He plonked himself on a chair at the side of the room, obscured by the shadows, pulling out his phone and texting the only person he knew could calm him down. His hands quivered as he typed.

[center][b]To: Ash
[color=#808080]Come find me. Bring Oliver with you if you want.[/color][/b][/center]
He sighed, burying his face in his hands as he waited for a reply, his phone balancing on the wooden armrest whilst he sat with one leg crossed over the other. Boy, was he off to a bad start.

[i][color=Lightslategray]God dammit, Ghost.[/color][/i]

Truly, he didn’t know how to clean up messes. With a sigh, Aisling looked at all the eyes that stared at the Grey area and apologized in the only way she knew how, “[color=Lightslategray]Carry on with your lives. Show’s over.[/color]”

While Kitt had a mouth that didn’t know when to shut up sometimes (read as: most times), he wasn’t a dumb kid either. So, when [i]Ghost[/i], [color=palevioletred][i]what kind of nickname is[/i] Ghost [i]anyway?[/i][/color], decided to add to the previous screaming, he simply looked around with pursed lips, not only to catch everyone else’s reaction to the sudden explosion from someone who was nicknamed Ghost for a reason, but to avoid eye contact too. Eye contact with angry people didn’t usually end well, Kitt knew that little tidbit from personal experience. When Aisling let out a sigh, his blue eyes moved to her, and at her words, his grin returned. “[color=palevioletred]A show, indeed![/color]” he nodded, his tone of voice not giving away whether he enjoyed the show or not. Majority of people in this room would agree he enjoyed it. Scratch that, everyone certainly would. He hadn’t, but what did he care what these fashion faux pas losers thought? (He might have cared a little, but he wasn’t going to outright say so at this very moment... or any future moments. While he was an honest little thing, he did lie sometimes, and it was usually when his more “soft” emotions were involved.) He side-eyed Adielle when she approached Oliver, almost like he was ready to step in if the little pup looked too nervous, though there was another thing he’d scoff at and deny if it was ever brought to his attention. He just met the pup... even if Olly Olly Oxen Free gave off this vibe that made just about anyone want to shield him, Kitt would still deny the growing urge inside of himself. He’d say that was the Mama Wolf’s job, not the Queen’s job. He was simply here to observe and poke.

Oliver had registered that Kitt was being kind to him, but that didn’t mean he felt particularly inclined to return the favor. In fact, he scowled somewhat at the shorter boy when he came to offer his help and suggested that he just ‘breathe,’ like it was such a simple feat to calm down. Unnerved by the generosity and disgruntled at what he falsely recognized as patronizing behavior, Oliver gave Kitt the cold shoulder, turning instead closer to Ash like she was some cover of safety. Only half-true - it’s not like she was some wartime hideout, but she had indeed made herself something of a comfort item for the newest grey member. He was too engaged with said comfort to watch the interaction between his own team member and a certain greener, but the latter approached him anyway, and he was almost inclined to throw his own punch towards her to match Jackson’s rotten attitude. Oli wasn’t nearly that courageous. He nodded slowly at her gentle words, barely taking them in but acknowledging their intent, and then - oh, shit. She’s Eli’s stepsister. He straightened up slightly, perceiving her in a more positive light and sweeter disposition, and nodded pleasantly. [color=8493ca][b]“Yes, well -”[/b][/color]

...and there was Ghost. He shot the leader a distasteful look, his eyes seething; God knows why he was able to muster up anger now, when yelling had occurred before and he reacted with absolutely nothing. He was only able to look that upset for half of a moment, though, before he softened, watching Ghost disappear through the crowd with an increasingly fast pace. Ash’s recovery of the situation was met with even more cool eyes from Oliver, and he breathed out slowly, praying that was the end of it. He had his eyes set on the infirmary, just visible out of the corner of his eye, although he wasn’t sure if it’d be a calmer environment to be in. Apparently, it wasn’t. Kitt was quick to pipe up again, agreeing with Ash in what Oli thought to be a sarcastic tone. Sure, it could just be the pink teamer’s natural tone of voice, but Oliver insisted that it was some sort of high horse Kitt was constantly riding. He gave an obvious show of disgust, rolling his eyes and bowing his head whilst shoving his hands in his pockets. There went the page with Ash’s number and Sunny’s photo, which, when it developed, would most likely not be a very pretty sight.

Knowing well enough Kitt wasn’t the type to let Mama Wolf and Little Pup go off and do their own thing, an inquisitive kid he was, Ash ignored answering their “where” questions and just walked beside her teammate in silence. The Pinkie could follow behind if he wanted to, she really could careless and knew he probably would regardless of what she preferred. Nodding in acknowledgment to Oliver's ‘thank you’, the sharp eyed woman kept silent, strolling to and out the archway that led to the entrance lobby. There wasn’t much time to go on a wild adventure, so Ash simply brought them to the lobby, which usually had no one, since most campers went straight to the Mess Hall or the Media Room. Anticlimactic, she knows, but timing was piss poor due to the random actions of everyone else. If she could, the brunette would bring Oli (reluctantly Kitt) to one of her favorite spots on the camp grounds. Due to circumstances, she would leave that for another time. 

The short walk was silent but oddly refreshing since they weren’t surrounded by the entirety of Camp Liberty. With her soft yet stern voice, the Mother Wolf gently nudged Oli lovingly, “[color=Lightslategray]You’ll get used to it. Before you know it, you’ll laugh at the chaos. First days are always overwhelming. Don’t be ashamed of your feelings.[/color]” Her voice came to a halt as she thought about a distant memory. “[color=lightslategray]My first day... I may have sent a girl home crying. I suppose that’s where we’re different.[/color]” Calm and composed, Aisling stared at the glass doors of the entrance thinking about the many days she spent here at Camp Liberty. If she wasn’t mistaken, she could see Tate and Luisa far off from the distance. Of course, they could be entirely different people completely, since it was quite a ways away and she wasn’t going to lie, this whole Jackson and Adielle thing made her exhausted. The older woman was primarily talking to Oliver, but Kitt was free to listen (and add his two cents in) if he wanted to. The main things that she didn't like about the Pinkie was: he talked too damn much for his own good, he absolutely adored a shallow bitch (Hana), and he was in Pink. God, she [i]hated[/i] pink.

Oliver didn’t want to laugh at the chaos. He stared at the ground, kicking his feet at dust every once in a while as they walked. While her words were relatively comforting and the nonverbal cues she gave him apparently affectionate (weird - with anyone else he might have freaked out at the smallest physical touch), Oli wasn’t absorbing any of it very well. First days weren’t the only thing overwhelming for him. So were second days, and third days, and fourth days, and all the way to last days - every single day warranted a new experience, and that could potentially be one worthy of Oli’s easily-provoked internal “panic button.” Even when Ash paused he felt slightly nervous, turning his head toward her again to gauge what this stop was for. Seemed she was just reminiscing. The brief story was more surprising, and he avoided her eyes, made easier by the fact that she was simply staring straight ahead. Curiously, he followed her gaze and his own landed on two figures in the distance, although he did not care enough now to come up with backstories and fantasy personalities as he was to do usually. In fact, he felt another presence that he hadn’t realized came along until now (evidently his observation skills were waning), and that made him want to shut up.

Of course Kitt followed. It had been obvious he would. Even he wanted to leave the lingering tension in the room, too. [i][color=palevioletred]Maybe I need a breather too. Even greatness needs breaks, damnit.[/color][/i] he thought as he walked on the pup’s other side. If the damn kid with prettier blue eyes wasn't a few inches taller than him, he would have shot Mama Wolf a teasing grin, but alas, his fate was to be shorter than even the new pup. Getting out of the room did feel a bit better; no one but them were in the lobby. While Kitt had never been bothered by a crowd, [color=palevioletred][i]hello, attention whore, seesh[/i][/color], he could appreciate the short breather after those tensions. If he hadn’t been so close, he probably wouldn’t be as bothered, but as previously thought, he didn’t like to be near actual yelling and fighting. At first, his eyes were not on Aisling as she started her story, instead staring through the glass, to the outside. However, when he heard she made a girl cry, not only cry, but [i]it made her go home,[/i] his head snapped to her. “[color=palevioletred]Wow, Mama Wolf![/color]” he began, that teasing grin he wanted to send her way earlier finally happening, followed by a ‘tsk’ing noise occurring twice, “[color=palevioletred]Didn’t think you were the type! I’m a little disappointed, I thought you were oh-so sweet.[/color]" even though the words could have been taken as biting, sarcastic, harsh, what have you, they were said with no malice, instead almost something akin to a friend teasing a friend, even though Kitt thought of Mama Wolf as not his friend at all. 

Honestly, the biggest reason Kitt had never quite gotten along with Ash before was because of Hana. Kitt knew he was a person with his own thoughts, his own actions to make and perform, yet he also stuck to Hana’s side quite often, and sometimes, her words did cloud his own judgement of others. Not that he saw it as such, and probably wouldn’t unless someone ever pointed it out. Another reason was, of course, the different team colors. Pink [i]was[/i] the best, every other team just had yet to realize that. To be honest, this was the longest he had spent with Aisling, and yes, Oliver was the reason for that. Kitt did find the new pup cute beyond belief and he didn’t easily walk away from things so cute... and in need of fashion help. He was trying to keep his blue eyes from eyeing both of their outfits, though it was quite hard. [color=palevioletred][i]Control yourself, you don’t want to[/i] offend [i]the little pup on his first day and your first time meeting him[/i][/color], a surprisingly thoughtful statement to pass through his head, because fashion was his [i]thing[/i], but a true statement all the same.

Oliver glared at Kitt immediately, cutting out of his morose demeanor and moving briskly on to a more scornful one. His voice was louder than Ash’s, and that was enough to provoke Oli, so he immediately didn’t like the fact that the pink teamer followed along like a lost stray. The newbie almost suspected that Kitt was teasing Ash, and he was preparing to jump to her defense when he replayed the words and realized they were spoken in a fairly gregarious manner. Coming to his senses, Oliver blinked at Kitt, looking as if he was clearing angered smoke from his gaze. It did help him see how utterly adorable the little third wheel looked, what with his wide eyes disproportionate to his little, pale-and-freckled face, but Oli wasn’t quite so hedonistic that it cured his perception of the boy. Instead, he looked neutrally down at their guest, one eyebrow slowly raising like he was fixing his judgments just as they spoke. 

Without meeting their gaze, the Mother wolf gestured toward the non-Grey member, “[color=Lightslategray]Kitt’s alright. He’s annoying and loves to talk [i]a lot[/i], but he’s manageable. I mean, you’re the main reason he even said hi to us.[/color]” Not being an idiot, the brunette couldn’t help but smile, obviously having a sense of Kitt’s intentions. Due to the “incident”, she couldn’t point it out in front of the riot of people but now seemed to be a perfectly good time to say what she pleased.. Private, peaceful, and with Oliver right there by her side. 

The dark beauty knew the small pink member took a liking to Oliver, to what extent... not necessarily. There wasn’t enough time to watch his expressions, actions, or inflections, especially since, as of this morning, Oliver became her main priority and the main person she’s been paying attention to. Kitt’s interest was enough for him to approach the Wolf Pack, so that was sufficient information for her to assume he was curious about Oliver.

Who wouldn’t be? She found the new kid to be absolutely precious herself and wanted to protect him, ultimately giving him a reason to want to stay. Oddly enough, Aisling was already attached to Oliver, and that’s not something that happens often with her. 

Kitt knew he looked surprised at Aisling’s words. Almost everyone on the other teams that had known him for the two previous years he had attended would not say he was alright; though, some people couldn’t tolerate a sassy loud mouth, which Kitt would totally admit to being. Maybe he missed something in Ash when he had the short communications with her before. After all, this was the first time he was really standing around and talking to her. He felt an actual smile twitch at his lips before he pressed his lips together and stopped it. Hana was going to skin him alive if she found out he was actually not minding being in Mama Wolf’s presence. Actually, no, she would probably go after his clothes with a pair of scissors, and [i]that was so much worse[/i]. He would rather be skinned alive. He might have prevented the smile but he couldn't stop the small laugh from leaving him after she finished speaking.

“[color=palevioletred]Don’t let Olly Olly Oxen Free here get a big head, because when I give my attention to someone, that means [i]something[/i][/color],” Kitt looked right at Oli as he said these words, teasing grin turning closer to a soft smile, though he ruined the softened expression by outright winking at the pup. His eyes lingered briefly on Oliver’s face, to see his reaction, before drifting back to Aisling. “[color=palevioletred]I’ll be honest, hon, bit surprised you said I was alright. Feeling’s mutual.[/color]” [i][color=palevioletred]Never, ever let Hana hear that.[/color][/i] “[color=palevioletred]And you’re right, I do love to talk a lot. Like, right now, I should have shut up before, but nope. Here I am, going on and on, and I’m doing it now just to prove that you were right when you said I was annoying.[/color]” he did stop there, almost smiling at Mama Wolf; maybe the fresh air was getting to his head but he was thinking this little interaction actually wasn’t going half bad.

Oliver took Ash’s words gladly at first, but the look he was giving her gradually grew more surprised. No way she actually believed any of this. “Kitt” looked like some sort of mess released from boarding school, trying to find his way in the new world with wobbly Bambi legs. He didn’t understand what she meant - [color=Lightslategray][i]’you’re the main reason he even said hi to us’[/i][/color] - and looked incredulously between her and Kitt, trying desperately to understand why he would be the reason. He was flattered, sure, but it was silly to think he would be interesting enough to acknowledge an entire group of people you’re meant to be in competition with… Looking at Kitt in a new light, with something of adoration in his gaze, Oliver withdrew into himself again, feeling even more shy now. It’s not like he was in any sort of spotlight, rather, it felt like he had to keep up whatever front attracted Kitt to them in the first place. After all, unlike Ash, he wasn’t certain of Kitt’s intentions (and, more likely than not, had no idea how to figure them out - despite wearing his heart on his sleeve, Kitt was not entirely transparent to Oli).

Anyone else might have changed their mind about said transparency when the pink team member addressed Oliver next, but he was blind to how suggestive the other boy’s actions might be. He stared intently at Kitt as he spoke, seemingly watching a kaleidoscope, and stepped back anxiously when he caught wind of what looked like… a wink. That’s new. Oliver bowed his head when he realised Kitt was watching him, too, and moved closer to Ash as if she could ‘get rid’ of whatever nerves were brought to him from that alone. The rambling that followed was easy to tune out at first, pretending he didn’t hear the kindness shared briefly between Ash and Kitt, but it was more difficult to ignore Kitt’s little tangent on how annoying he was supposed to be. Oliver’s chin raised up again, and his shoulders drew inward even more, like he was defending himself against a punch. [color=8493ca][b]“You’re not annoying,”[/b][/color] he said swiftly, like he was ushering the words out from embarrassment. Oli briefly made eye contact with Kitt, realized how difficult that was, and turned it over to Ash, rocking on his feet jovially. It seemed like interaction that wasn’t so hostile had refreshed him.

Ghost had watched this entire interaction go on rather calmly, despite his fists being so tight he might pop a vein. His mind didn’t really register the words as much as he’d wished it to, but he knew that whatever was going on, he didn’t like it. There was Ash, Oliver, and… [i]Kitt[/i]. When did he ask for Kitt to come? That Pink bitch didn’t deserve to get involved with Greys. He decided to hold off, however, until he was sure that they were done talking first, just in case anything happened that would mean he wouldn’t have to approach them. As much as he’d love to go and strangle that drama queen, he hated coming near people when he was having an outburst. Ultimately, however, the rational side of his brain struggled to compete with his “primal” side, and he strode forth from the shadows, covering the ground between him and the pink member in long, heavy strides, all the while stating his disgust for the man. [b][color=#808080]“The fuck is [i]Alton[/i] doing here? I said you could bring Oliver, not the Pink brat!”[/color][/b] The Grey Leader had made his way to the boy by now, towering over him. All it took was some fearlessness and an overactive imagination, and you’d just be able to picture the steam coming from his ears and nostrils. He took two strong, outstretched hands and planted them on Alton’s shirt, shoving him backwards. [b][color=#808080]“Get. The fuck. Out.”[/color][/b] It would take a miracle to calm him down, which the calmer side of him was currently hoping Ash would be able to pull it off as it was getting buried further and further in his subconscious.

“[color=Lightslategray]You gotta be shitting me.[/color]” Aisling spoke her thoughts outloud. This wasn’t the first time something like this has happened, but you’d think by now, Alex would have gotten a hold of himself. Thanks to her self defense classes, watching wrestling with her ex, and private Martial arts sessions with Nicholas, Ash knew, at least, how to get an opponent in a position where they couldn’t do much of anything besides breathe. Her protective methods lasted temporarily since the woman didn’t think she was a fighter, nor strong enough to fight against someone she knew who could take her down (referring to Ghost). Sure, she exercised and did pull ups but that didn’t mean she would be ready for a fist fight at any given moment. If people truly wanted to fight, they could have the upperhand and perhaps more training than her. She wasn’t perfect and has not spent most of her life fighting. Her skill set had everything to do with her sight, which is why she personally loved archery. 

Ash knew how to protect… and that’s all that mattered in this given situation. Taking a deep breath in, the only woman in the lobby walked away from Oliver’s side and in back of the emotional Grey Leader, who was pinning poor Kitt against the wall. Pinkie was exactly her size (5’5”) too, which made her think her friend could do the same to her. Both her arms passed under Alex’s arms from behind, as she kept her breathing steady to make sure there were no mistakes in her actions. Applying both her hands on his neck, giving him a full nelson, the woman gently stared at Kitt for a brief moment. This was a grappling hold which secured the opponent’s neck as she applied pressure to it and can be extremely dangerous if done wrong. 

“[color=Lightslategray]Don’t push up. If you do, you could compress your vertebrae causing a hernia.[/color]” This move could be counteracted, if he knew how, but it at least got his grip off of Kitt. Signaling with her eyes for Kitt to stand next to Oliver, Aisling sighed, in a rather dejected tone, as she looked at the back of her friend’s head, “[color=Lightslategray]When are you going to grow up, Alex?[/color]” The only person who had ever seen the sad side of Ash was Ghost, but today, she gave a glimpse of it to Kitt and Oliver. This moment and the previous moment with Jackson made her realize how much people took her for granted here at camp, or just life in general... she couldn’t help but let it get to her. Why was she always the one that made sure others didn’t ruin their lives or make god awful mistakes? She couldn’t possibly watch the childish ones hurt others or hurt themselves. It was a burden Ash carried for a while, but she didn’t realize how far deep she was until… recently.

[i][color=#808080]Shit.[/color][/i] Ghost had forgotten about Ash’s self-defense classes. He’d tensed his muscles as Kitt was rescued from his grip, but remained placid, since a hernia wasn’t exactly something you’d want on your first day back at Camp. He struggled to bury his anger as he stood there, his back straight as ever and his head held high, in his attempt to not receive any damage. His main fear, however, wasn’t small amounts of damage or even hernias - it was hurting Ash. She of all people knew how pissed he could get, and she’d hopefully have a move in the bag if he couldn’t control himself, but the chance of him hurting her, even slightly, was a possibility. Ghost then did the first thing that came to his mind - performed the “surrender move”. Normally he’d just break eye contact, like a wolf, but he’d taught her a backup just in case. And he was damn glad he did. He gently tapped her with his safest available limb, his leg, by bending his knee, the tip of his shoe just catching Ash’s leg. Then, he slowly lowered his head, though at a speed that would allow the Grey’s pseudo 2nd-in-command to slowly release her grip. At least, that’s what he hoped she’d do. Finally, he closed his eyes, taking heavy, audible breaths to calm down, talking softly as he counted to ten. His muscles slowly relaxed with each number, until he was loosely hanging in Ash’s grip. Once that was done, he inhaled deeply, letting out a long exhale. [b][color=#808080]“I’m sorry, Ash.”[/color][/b]

Well, so much for a breather. It was sort of hard to keep up with everything that had happened in the short span of time. Before, Kitt had been taking in Oliver’s reactions to him. At first, he had wondered if he should tone it down a bit, since the pup was baring his teeth at him. But, the pup must have seen something, because he seemed to grow less agitated towards the Pink member, and said Pink member liked the change in attitude. Especially when Kitt was told he wasn’t annoying from the little pup himself. [color=palevioletred][i]Aw, the pup is[/i] too [i]cute. I won’t survive being around him!... eh, I will long enough to help him out with his fashion sense, though.[/i][/color] Kitt had a response for the pup on the tip of his tongue, ready to come out, a little teasing jab to see Oli’s reaction to him more. It [i]was[/i] cute how Oliver seemed like he wanted to hide behind Ash, even if the self-proclaimed Queen felt a little envious over Ash’s ability to getting people to immediately like her… most people, at least. However, before he could say anything, the tensions were back up. For Kitt, tensions always rose whenever the word [i]Alton[/i] was spat his way. God, he hated that name! He wasn’t some old man and it was an old man’s name, he truly believed that.

Though, Kitt didn’t have much time to think about his first name being spoken in such a rude manner, because he had a very angry, taller man towering over him and that was not a comfortable feeling at all. That was why Kitt hated how short he was - everyone towered over him! Maybe that was why the angry cursing being in front of him was called Ghost - he practically came out of nowhere. Seriously, where had he been, Kitt was truly wondering that, but it was only a passing question in his head because things only escalated from there. The small boy could have dealt with the towering. It was a bit nerve-wracking, since Ghost looked like he wanted to strangle him, but at least he wasn’t touching him- oh, that thought came too soon. The front of his shirt was being grabbed - [i]wrinkling it[/i] - but he couldn’t really concern himself with his shirt, because there was the person holding said shirt, and he looked like he was about to actually punch Kitt. Not a thought the Pinkie liked at all. Admittedly, Kitt was surprised. He hadn’t thought Ghost - God, he still hated that nickname, to be honest - disliked him that much. Sure, Kitt didn’t give him any reasons to like him, but he didn’t think he’d provoke such a violent reaction from the guy.

It was one of those moments where Kitt could only stare up at Ghost, speechless. To render Kitt Sanders speechless was a feat on its own, rarely ever done. Yet, it was easy to achieve when a person got physical with Kitt. Kitt didn’t like actual verbal fighting, so physical fighting was something he really, really disliked. He hadn’t been involved in very many fights before and he hadn’t started any himself. He wasn’t a fighter at all and he felt like Ghost could break him in half like a twig if he so desired. [i][color=palevioletred]So let’s hope that desire doesn’t arise…[/color][/i] The staring and speechless moment was more like a deer frozen in headlights moment. The surprise on his face was evident because holy crap, [i]Ghost[/i]. Then, it was mother wolf to the rescue. The relief that flooded Kitt’s body was instant as Ash got Ghost to let him go. He wasn’t exactly sure what Mama Wolf was doing, because he wasn’t a fighter in any sort of way, and he didn’t really care. Getting away from Ghost was the best idea right now, in his opinion. He shot Ash a grateful look as he took advantage of the ability to slip away. He hadn’t missed hearing what Ash said to [i]Alex[/i], God Jesus, Kitt couldn’t remember his actual name for anything since he always heard Ghost, and glanced back at the dark-haired girl. He didn’t know Ash very well, but right now, it was obvious she was tired. Of what, of course Kitt couldn’t say. He felt bad for her, and not in a tongue-clicking sort of way, but actual pity, the kind that made someone want to reach out a helping hand. But, Ash wasn’t his friend, he wasn’t Team Grey, and he obviously wasn’t welcomed in Team Grey by some people. Well [i]anyway[/i], that was scary, though Kitt being Kitt, would pretend he wasn’t as shaken as he felt. He felt shaken down to his very core, heart pounding hard in his chest. He took a few quick deep breaths as he walked over to Oliver, since his breathing had been a bit harsher, and plastered on a smile that if looked at closely enough, was obviously fake.

He had his back to the Ash and Alex show, because he really didn’t want to look at the taller teenager and be reminded of why his insides were shaking. He reached up to smooth out the wrinkles in his shirt, but his hands were shaking badly. They quickly were shoved into his jeans pockets, eyes briefly looking away from the new pup, smile slipping for a brief moment, before he was looking falsely amused again. “[color=palevioletred]Well, that has never happened to me here![/color]” he said, and he wasn’t loud about it, keeping his voice more quiet so only Oli could hear, because he didn’t want to disturb whatever Mama Wolf calming techniques Ash was performing on Alex. “[color=palevioletred]See, Oli, most people here… find me annoying.[/color]” he said, his smile almost turning sad, because yes, Kitt wouldn’t mind making other friends besides the ones he had. He just struggled with… he wasn’t even quite sure. He almost sighed, but held it in, and instead shook his head. “[color=palevioletred]Now I can say I’ve been bitten by a grey wolf,[/color]” he tried to joke, even if it fell flat, but he still waggled his eyebrows like a dork would have. “[color=palevioletred]I’m- not welcomed in this public space, I guess,[/color]” he began slowly, glancing over his shoulder, to see Alex relaxing in the mother wolf’s grip.Yeah, Ash had some freaky power, didn’t she? “[color=palevioletred]So, I’m going to see myself out, unless...[/color]” he paused here, blue eyes flickering over the little pup’s face, his eyebrows slightly pulling together the only thing giving away the concern he was feeling. “[color=palevioletred]You need to be near someone, sweetie? I’m not Mama Wolf but…[/color]” he trailed off, giving a shrug and a teasing grin, though it didn’t reach his eyes.

Oliver stared at Kitt with wide eyes, but couldn’t shake the presences aside from the Pink member. He may have a habit of overanalyzing Ash, but right now, it felt like he’d pegged her correctly before - he assumed she wasn’t all pleasantries and formality back then, and there was a more solemn side to their headstrong leader (or second-in-command, if one preferred her official rank). This side peered out now from where she stood forcing Ghost into a calmer state, and Oliver felt a twinge of pity. It wasn’t right that the duty of ‘mothering’ everyone had fallen on Ash’s shoulders, he thought. In fact, for such a small girl, Aisling had received the biggest brunt of things, made to take care of everyone around her. It’s not like Ghost was going to do that any time soon; right now, he seemed more focused on pinning Kitt. Oli was just glad she was there to stop things from going too far, and while he wasn’t sure he trusted Ghost by his lonesome once he’d freed himself from her handle, he turned away so as not to trouble himself with the stressful situation. Oliver wasn’t certain what the dilemma was, exactly. Sure, it was obvious that Ghost didn’t like Kitt - or [i]Alton[/i], whatever that meant - but were team rivalries so tense that he had to buffet the poor kid upon sight? 

Still, he had to ignore whatever was between Ghost and Ash, because the latter seemed to want them to move on. He was fully aware how people thought of him at this point: some helpless little thing that needed saving. He’d just humour them for now, and part of that was leaving Ash and Ghost to their own devices (which, for the record, he didn’t fully understand - their relationship was far too complex for Oli to analyze well). Pushing the details to the back of his mind, he listened to the doe-eyed boy that came scuttling over upon being freed by the Grey not-so-leader, the distaste in his features that was so distinctly present before suddenly extinct. Oliver watched Kitt’s shaking hands rise to his chest, what he thought at first to be a defensive gesture, but it seemed the Pink was just trying to smooth himself back into place. Fruitlessly, apparently; his hands were trembling far too much to do so, and Oli blinked inquisitively at the fact, but didn’t comment on it. The explanation that followed was more thought-provoking, and Oli avoided Kitt’s gaze while he spoke, deciding that this was too heavy to address even nonverbally. He figured he shouldn’t have an opinion formed on the Pink member at this point, since there were mixed reviews and Kitt was sort of an enigma thus far, but it was hard not to forgive him for supposedly being this ‘annoying/obnoxious/unwelcome’ kid. Oli didn’t see any of that, and in fact, his perception was just the opposite once he’d heard all of those gently-spoken words.

It took him a moment to fully register the inquiry, and Oliver hesitated, unsure how to respond. Then, his eyes flickered down to Kitt’s chest where his hands had hovered just moments prior, trying to fix any disarray - the Pink was still a bit of a mess, truthfully, and Oli met his eyes again, wondering if Kitt had asked for selfish reasons or just out of politeness or if he actually cared… who knew. Oli decided on the last option to save himself from any grief. Tentatively, he studied his own hands and found that they were much calmer, despite the spike in heart rate he’d received from watching Ghost shove Kitt up against the wall. In more deliberate motions, he placed his hands on Kitt’s chest, smoothing out any wrinkles that arose from the brief spat. [color=8493ca][b]“I don’t mind,”[/b][/color] he breathed, a little laughter touching his voice, if only from pure nerves. He couldn’t help feeling silly under the circumstances, and that only forced an unnecessary, barely-audible chuckle that he was half-certain might be taken the wrong way. This in mind, he hastily pursed his lips to shut up, then moved his attention to Ash and Ghost. It seemed only right that they should get moving, but he truly wanted to address what Kitt’d said before, to reassure him that he certainly was a welcomed presence at least to the newcomer. 

Even so, he could, potentially, have a hand in releasing Ash from the uncomfortable position she was in. Oliver stepped away from Kitt and eyed the two against the wall, unsure whether to speak and unintentionally startle them or otherwise… but he could hear, even from the distance between them and the Hall, that people were moving on from the conflict already. Suppose it was only best that they did, too. He looked between Kitt and the duo across from them, then, obstinately, stepped closer to the two who remained in close quarters. [color=8493ca][b]“Reckon we should get going,”[/b][/color] he said quietly, avoiding looking directly at either of them for fear of being even more intrusive. It seemed Ghost had taken it from a ten to a two in a matter of moments, though, so at least he wasn’t in direct danger (not like he would have been before, considering he was a grey team member and thus free from bias), and the same seemed to go for Ash. Even if he couldn’t place their relationship accurately from the glimpses he’d gotten of it, Oliver assumed the quasi-violent turn this interaction had taken was just portrayed in the wrong light. In fact, since Ghost had so quickly crumbled in her grasp, he decided they were far from being conflicting forces. Even if it wasn’t his business, Oli was concerned for them both. [color=8493ca][b]“If you’re all right to go, that is…”[/b][/color] He trailed off, unsure whether he should be the one to give way, but moved backward toward the door nevertheless, his movements inelegant purely out of uncertainty.

While Kitt and Oliver left the two eighteen year olds to take care of their business, Aisling loosened her grip as her friend did the surrender move he taught her a while back. Once he calmed down expeditiously, rather than let him go, she simply changed her hold into an embrace from behind to guarantee that he was okay. Resting her head on his back, she closed her eyes and simply stood there in complete silence. Most people that witnessed Alex and Ash together could assume they were lovers with how close they were, but not once did they breach the line between best friends and significant others. They cared too much about what they had: their friendship. Or at least, that’s what Ash came to believe. To be honest, she never considered an actual committed relationship with Alex since she wasn’t looking for love, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t like his comfort. 

Breaking the silence, the petite brunette softly whispered, “[color=Lightslategray]It’s all over. You’re okay now.[/color]” Releasing him from her arms, she crossed them, slowly returning to her strong front, and urged, “[color=Lightslategray]I think we need to catch up tonight[/color]”. By ‘catching up’, she meant that she wanted him to tell her everything that was on his mind and give her his explanation for acting out. It was a cross between a mother’s scolding and a friend’s support, all so she can make sure this, at least with Kitt, wouldn’t happen again. Ash could guess the reason behind it all but she liked hearing it come out of his mouth. When kids got out of hand and later had to explain themselves, it helped to reinforce their guilt while giving them an opportunity to understand their actions. There was a method to her madness. Well, the Mother Wolf did want to know how her friend was too, since they hadn’t seen each other for almost a year, but him reflecting on this incident was also important. Her attention was brought to Oli’s voice and for a brief moment she had forgotten they were with company. Turning her head to look at the two boys, her face back to the distant expression they knew before, she nodded in agreement and walked on ahead, gesturing for them all to follow her. 

Ghost had quickly snagged a tear before it made itself visible after Ash had made sure he was definitely okay. God did that girl know how to look after him. Forget the team, she was like a mother to [i]him[/i]. He did roll his eyes like the moody teenager he was when she wanted to “catch up”, but he knew she meant well, even if her motherly techniques annoyed him. With a heavy breath, he followed behind her, towering over the group, despite his rather average height. Before they made it to the Hall, he managed to regain full goofball mode back, coming out with a quick, [b][color=#808080]“‘SUP BITCHEEEEEES!”[/color][/b] once they walked through the doors, just in time for introductions.[/indent][/indent]
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[indent][indent]After strolling back into the hall ever-so-casually, which was quite contradictory given his earlier behaviour, Ghost took a seat, glaring at anyone who stared at him for longer than ten seconds, and let the introductions fly by his head. Blah blah blah, Jackson professing his love to Ash (WHAT?!), pointless monologuing, ooh! Serafina, she did a good one, more pointless monologuing- what the fuck? Ah, another Team Pink bitch, this time with a little blow directed towards the Greys. [i][color=#808080]I’ll fix this,[/color][/i] he thought, standing up and making his way to the stage, walking on empty chairs and tables like they were stairs. Once he’d gotten to the center of his imaginary spotlight, he turned around, flashing everyone a grin.

[b][color=#808080]“Hellooooooooooo, Camp Liberty! WOO!”[/color][/b] He began, hoping his fellow wolves would join in with his celebrations, [b][color=#808080]“I’m Ghost, the [i]beloved[/i] leader of Team Grey, also known as the Wolf Pack, and unless you’ve just teleported here within the five minutes it’s been since my little outburst, then I need no introduction. For those of you that are magical teleporting geniuses, or just have really crap memories, then here’s what you need to know about me: one - my threat still stands; if you pull any more crap this summer, I’ll kick your asses. Two - Team Grey have been, and always will be, the best team here, fuck the Royal Blues. Three - as a continuation of my lovely threat, you lay a single finger on Ash over there, I’ll figure out a way to kill you over and over again until you’re beyond dead. And four - ignore Hana “The Bitch” Park over there, we are probably the least pathetic out of all you sorry lot, especially the [i]shallow Pinks[/i] (that’s right, you heard me!), and we’re fun to be around. Provided you don’t piss us off, of course. So, shut the fuck up, Hana! Peace out, motherfuckers!”[/color][/b] He grabbed a nearby person’s water bottle, using it to perform a rudimentary mic drop, before jumping off the stage and jogging over to the Grey area, waving to everyone like he was on a gameshow.

[i][color=#808080]Now [b]that’s[/b] an introduction.[/color][/i][/indent][/indent]