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Location: Stadium - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
First Class #2.58 You Go Your Way, I Go Mine
Interaction(s): The Center Group + Iñigo @Mao Mao
Previously: Heart on Your Sleeve
As Rory spoke, Haleigh felt her other hand curl up into an unsteady fist. Though she wasn't ready to come to terms with it, he had a point. What was she doing, standing here trying to convince them? Was it a foolish and selfish desire to not see Blackjack splinter in the wake of everything that had happened? Was it her erratic, self-righteous furor to not let Cass have died in vain?
Haleigh thought she had finally figured everything out. But now, she was lost. Unsure. Confused. She didn't say a word as Rory squeezed her shoulder, unable to process a proper response whilst racked in thought.
But then Katja had words to say of her own, angrily laying into Rory. The green field beneath her was ruined with each step, and the ground shook with a light tremor. Seeing Katja lash out like this came as a surprise to Haleigh. In the few moments they had interacted, Katja had seemed like a gentle giant. But that was before the Plateau. Before Hyperion slaughtered Cass and injured others. Had she been simmering on her anger this entire time? No one had known what was rattling around in her head since the incident. Katja had kept herself out of the earlier argument at Cass' funeral, and until now she had stood in silence.
Haleigh feared Katja might've considered leaving, given her prior unsettling silence. But as she backed up Haleigh, it became ever clear that she stood with Blackjack. For a moment, Haleigh looked back upon the trio with hope in her eyes. Although uncertainty still racked her thoughts, Katja returned the spunk Haleigh had lost previously. If Haleigh couldn't convince them, then maybe Katja was enough to convince them back over to Blackjack.
Nonetheless, as quick as the hope returned, it was stolen away once more in a blink of an eye.
Iñigo was the next to lose their temper, angrily voicing his own thoughts to the two women. As he spoke, the outstretched hand fell limp to her side. The dejection she felt returned once more, which gradually twisted itself into anger and frustration the more Iñigo ran his mouth. Remind her of the cost? That was it. The line had been drawn in sand. Trenches were being dug. As far as Haleigh was concerned, Iñigo had solidified himself permanently as an enemy upon his threat.
"Remind me? Of what? Of how we all felt helpless watching Hyperion cut down Cass?"
There was naught an ounce of goodwill left in her voice, having been replaced with visceral spite. Jim tried to wrangle them in, but Calliope's response only encouraged Haleigh further to say what was on her mind.
"I'm not asking you on a suicide mission. I'm asking to make amends. But you know what, Iñigo? I don't care anymore. Feel free to run off elsewhere for all I give a damn. You're still playing the same game you've been playing since the Plateau; something that I should have realized much sooner. You may think you're teaching me something, but the only thing you've shown me here today is that you're no friend of mine. Never was; never will be."
Haleigh forced herself to swallow her anger. The shakiness and general uneasiness she felt with Rory had returned upon the end of her outburst. Rather than allow it to grow worse, she took the opportunity to retreat back to Blackjack for the remainder of the ceremony. She'd been so caught up and agitated by that she still hadn't glanced at her house envelope, and there were still the Blackjack newbies to meet. Maybe that would help calm her nerves, giving Haleigh something to distract her mind from the rage she was feeling right now.
Haleigh stopped reading after the first house, her nerves completely shot by then. House Canis, Cass' posthumous house. Of course it had to be Canis that wanted her to join their ranks. The world was playing a cruel joke on her. She was the punching bag slapped around with every blow, and it seemed like there was nothing Haleigh could do about it.
God damn it. Haleigh thought, wishing she could just disappear off into island's forests, away from all the prying eyes and cameras.
Haleigh thought she had finally figured everything out. But now, she was lost. Unsure. Confused. She didn't say a word as Rory squeezed her shoulder, unable to process a proper response whilst racked in thought.
But then Katja had words to say of her own, angrily laying into Rory. The green field beneath her was ruined with each step, and the ground shook with a light tremor. Seeing Katja lash out like this came as a surprise to Haleigh. In the few moments they had interacted, Katja had seemed like a gentle giant. But that was before the Plateau. Before Hyperion slaughtered Cass and injured others. Had she been simmering on her anger this entire time? No one had known what was rattling around in her head since the incident. Katja had kept herself out of the earlier argument at Cass' funeral, and until now she had stood in silence.
Haleigh feared Katja might've considered leaving, given her prior unsettling silence. But as she backed up Haleigh, it became ever clear that she stood with Blackjack. For a moment, Haleigh looked back upon the trio with hope in her eyes. Although uncertainty still racked her thoughts, Katja returned the spunk Haleigh had lost previously. If Haleigh couldn't convince them, then maybe Katja was enough to convince them back over to Blackjack.
Nonetheless, as quick as the hope returned, it was stolen away once more in a blink of an eye.
Iñigo was the next to lose their temper, angrily voicing his own thoughts to the two women. As he spoke, the outstretched hand fell limp to her side. The dejection she felt returned once more, which gradually twisted itself into anger and frustration the more Iñigo ran his mouth. Remind her of the cost? That was it. The line had been drawn in sand. Trenches were being dug. As far as Haleigh was concerned, Iñigo had solidified himself permanently as an enemy upon his threat.
"Remind me? Of what? Of how we all felt helpless watching Hyperion cut down Cass?"
There was naught an ounce of goodwill left in her voice, having been replaced with visceral spite. Jim tried to wrangle them in, but Calliope's response only encouraged Haleigh further to say what was on her mind.
"I'm not asking you on a suicide mission. I'm asking to make amends. But you know what, Iñigo? I don't care anymore. Feel free to run off elsewhere for all I give a damn. You're still playing the same game you've been playing since the Plateau; something that I should have realized much sooner. You may think you're teaching me something, but the only thing you've shown me here today is that you're no friend of mine. Never was; never will be."
Haleigh forced herself to swallow her anger. The shakiness and general uneasiness she felt with Rory had returned upon the end of her outburst. Rather than allow it to grow worse, she took the opportunity to retreat back to Blackjack for the remainder of the ceremony. She'd been so caught up and agitated by that she still hadn't glanced at her house envelope, and there were still the Blackjack newbies to meet. Maybe that would help calm her nerves, giving Haleigh something to distract her mind from the rage she was feeling right now.
Haleigh stopped reading after the first house, her nerves completely shot by then. House Canis, Cass' posthumous house. Of course it had to be Canis that wanted her to join their ranks. The world was playing a cruel joke on her. She was the punching bag slapped around with every blow, and it seemed like there was nothing Haleigh could do about it.
God damn it. Haleigh thought, wishing she could just disappear off into island's forests, away from all the prying eyes and cameras.
