[COLOR=GRAy][hr][CENTER][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1070792705547980842/1080131799591686314/Haleigh_Banner.png[/img][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=SILVER][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Trial Campground[/I] - [I]Southern Plateau, Dundas Island[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=SILVER][b]The Homecoming Trials #1.71[/b][/COLOR] [I]Forced Hands[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=SILVER][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]Iñigo [@Mao Mao] + the Campfire Group[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=SILVER][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]The Desperate Need for Get-Along Shirts[/I][/right][/SUP]
[INDENT]Haleigh watched from afar as a group began to form around the campfire, evidently done with their infighting. The thought of joining their fire crossed her mind. Fireside chats were core to having fun camping outdoors, after all. It had been one of Haleigh's favorite things to do while camping, especially if she had a hot mug of coffee or s'mores to accompany it. And yet, she didn't move. Or rather, she couldn't, as if Calliope had frozen her with the ice powers she spoke of.

Since her arrival at P.R.C.U., Haleigh had been trying to put up a brave front. Even now, she had been trying to talk some sense into herself. Yet as Cassander put on his light show, her eyes grew wide, and her hands clenched around the wheelchair's handles. Talking about powers was one thing. Using them was another, especially so freely and seemingly with disregard to any potential risk at hand. Her thoughts flashed back to the destruction she had once wrought, back in Vancouver at the hospital. Would they want a display of her power, just like Cassander had done? Would, say, Trace try to goad her into showing off, like they had attempted to goad Banjo into fighting some more? 

"Hey, what can the wheelchair girl do? Let's find out!" It sounded like a recipe for disaster. A [i]walking[/i] disaster in the making.

[color=799E5E]"Better eat it before your food gets cold."[/color]
 
Although Iñigo spoke softly, setting down a plate of food nearby, Haleigh admittedly was startled by the sound of his voice. She could feel her heart race as each of her senses came rushing back, freed from the trance her thoughts had held over her.

[color=d94a3f]"Sorry. I... I was thinking about some stuff. Didn't hear you approach."[/color] Haleigh apologized, returning his smile as she grabbed the plate. [color=d94a3f]"Thank you, Iñigo. I'll let you know if anything comes up."[/color]

Watching Iñigo leave, Haleigh turned her attention back to the crowd surrounding the fire. She was used to eating alone, being an only child that grew up with a mostly absent single parent. Doing so now would've been no different than all the times before. But in this particular case, Haleigh felt that it was bound to draw onlookers, basing it off her experience earlier this morning. Katja in the auditorium. Football guy at the fountain. Her teammates had a knack at throwing pity parties for Haleigh, and it was likely bound to happen again. All it took was one, single happy-go-lucky teammate to grab the reins of the wheelchair and cart her off towards the campfire against her will.

Haleigh sighed. She couldn't run from this, both in the figurative and literal sense. As much as Haleigh didn't want to, her power-based anxieties had to be cast aside for now. Put on the back burner, more or less. Gripping the wheels, Haleigh readied herself for the worst and rolled over towards the group.

[color=d94a3f]"Hey,"[/color] She spoke up, announcing her presence as Banjo finished rambling about himself. [color=d94a3f]"Is there, uh, room for one more?"[/color][/INDENT][/INDENT][/color]