Post by ♥ Nathan ♥ on Jun 5, 2012 21:17:30 GMT -5
Billy. said:
Okay so, maybe Billy is abusing her powers.
There's not any sort of real professional reason she's crouching outside of Nate's house (may or may not have used one of her pack members to track him down muhahaha) with a bunny mask on in the bushes. She's struggling not to breathe heavily and giggle - but mostly she's failing. The mask is totally a poor substitute for the original. It's made out of aluminum foil and left over from her awkward teenage years. But shit, it'll get the job done. She thinks.
Billy wants to prove that Nate is really a pansy. He's dissed that movie so much and though it's not (by far) her favorite she still likes it and more importantly he's dented her ego and there is no way in hell -- he's getting away with that. If he gets away with it once he'll start thinking he can always get away with it and NOPE.
Her cellphone glows off in the distance, buried in the seats of her Jeep. She hasnt really told anyone of her fiasco besides a horribly vague text to Jericho about ''revenge, sweet sweeet revenge''. It's a little warm outside, even with the hot Tennessee sun missing. The moon ambles high in a half crescent and provides shadow and pale glow.
It's still hard to see her in her black hoodie (ditched leather because the zippers rattle a lot) black tattered pants, and dark leather boots. Billy thinks she's the cleverest most sneaky motherfucker on the earth and after this Sabra should just roll belly up because she's the new prank Queen.
And with that, she stands up, unable to see much past the horrible metallic of the mask - and - scritch scratches at Nate's front room window.
Nate said:
It’s been a hard day, but a better evening– one that’s more than made up for long hours at work and excessive amounts of overtime, but then again, spending his nights with Logan usually manages to cheer Nathan up.
The rising of the crescent moon finds them passed out on the couch, the fluorescent blue glow of the TV illuminating the otherwise dark room and casting long shadows out the bowed front window. Nate’s laying lengthwise, sprawled out under a blanket and propped up against Logan’s side, his head tilted back with the first gentle snorts of an oncoming snorefest. Whatever they’d been watching is apparently not worth staying up for – some old war movie, meant to occupy time before bed. There’s silence in the house, the television long since muted, and even the street outside is still.
It makes the eerie scratching at the window all the more prominent.
Nate wakes up slowly, groggily, confused and wondering how the fuck he ended up unconscious in the living room, anyway. And then, in the slow sinking way that things you only half-remember come to unpleasant light, he hears the sound repeated – the sound that woke him up in the first place. Tired blue eyes widen, glance around the room with twisted curiosity.
He’s about to wake Logan up to take it to the bedroom, thinking he must be crazy, when he finally notices the thing in his window.
”Fucking fuck LOGAN,” he mumbles, then shouts, slapping a hand back into the other man’s chest about as gently as a half-asleep werewolf can. Nate pulls the blanket up to his chest as he sits up straight, pointing outside with delirious desperation.
”….Eeeeh!” Because he’s tired as all hell and there are just no words for describing what that thing is. Logan will just have to deal with shitty charades.
Logan. said:
Logan was the first to fall asleep, as usual. He’s shirtless and in his boxers, and not because of salacious reasons. It was hot, he wanted to be lazy, comfortable. Logan’s good at being lazy and comfortable – in fact he’s doing a damned good job of it right now. So much so that it takes Nathan something of an effort to wake the hunter up.
The hunter stirs, murmurs something along the lines of, what’s going on, and then Nathan is shouting, and Logan bolts upright, gray eyes snapping open. The werewolf points and Logan’s brows furrow, because what the hell, and then turns his head and sees it. When Logan’s arm flies out and pushes Nathan into the couch, it’s not because he’s scared, of course not, it’s because he’s being manly and protective.
Shock turns sharp, cuts free the flow of adrenaline. He has no idea what is going on, thinks all sorts of crazy things with a sleep-fogged mind. Could’ve been the ugliest damned werewolf he’s ever seen – some sort of mutant, some sort of freak of nature. A demon – he’s heard stories. A hoodlum contending with a boring night. Maybe Lucas Corbin has finally shown his true colors and let his freak flag fly. One thing is for sure, Logan’s not going to let whatever the hell it is wander around Nathan’s property.
”I’m going to go check it out – stay here.” Logan can’t really expect the younger man to listen. He tosses on his plaid shirt but doesn’t bother buttoning it up. The hunter slips sockless feet into his old boots, grabs for the nearest weapon – which turns out to be bat – and cautiously exits the front door.
He is out there, in the dark of night, wearing nothing but boxers, boots, and an opened shirt. His hair is a mess and he’s skulking around like a hillbilly father that’s just discovered a boy messing with his daughter, like he’s preparing to dispense some redneck justice.
All in all, it can’t be that strange a sight for Blackwater.
Logan rounds a corner, holds the bat like a professional slugger.
Billy. said:
There is pure amusement and delight when she hears something rattle and scream in the room. For a moment there is frantic scrambling and Billy is encouraged by her tormented's screams. She rises up, scratches a little harder and makes little growling grumbling noises.
"Naaateeee" she says between the confinements of her aluminium mask, tilts the head a fraction to the right. "Naaaatteeeee."
But the front door opens while she's staring at Nate and Billy is thoroughly confused and then she's paranoid and scared. No really. If Nathan is in there covering himself thinly with a blanket then who the fuck is trudging around in boots and sloshing through his shit flower-beds.
Billy meets her nemesis's guard face to face, mumbles probably right before he's swinging. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU." Pauses. "A GHOST!@111!?" holy fuck what if he was screaming not because of her but because of some ghost motherfucker looming around? Billy does not know how to perform a exorcism.
BOW. KABLAM. KABLOOEY!
If it's possible she swears she see's star's dancing in front of her eyes and little Billy wolf! on a dirtbike driving around. Luckily she's met the blunt of the bat with her surprised uplifted shoulders, but it still clips her head pretty damn good and she hits the ground.
Face-down. Out cold.
Billy will reflect negatively on this later.
Nate said:
Of course Nate doesn’t stay put. That thing out there is tilting its head and saying his name and it’s going to eat Logan and he will not just sit there and let it happen—
Wait. Why the hell is it saying his name?
The werewolf scrambles off of the couch, eyes narrowed at the figure in the window, and stumbles towards Logan before the other man can go and get himself murdered or eaten or put into a woodchipper, or whatever it is hick-monsters do to people they stalk. He, of course, doesn’t have the forethought to toss on a pair of shoes, and so wanders outside barefoot and half naked – and, ultimately, late to the party.
The thing skulking about in his bushes is oddly small and un-monster-like, save for its shiny metal head -- … rabbit-shaped, shiny metal head. Nate’s brain is a little too slow for it to be of any use, but all the right connections suddenly link up and sink home, and he realizes what in the hell is going on.
Shitting mother shitmuffins—
”LOGAN WAIT FUCK DON’T—“ except the man’s already swinging, and though Nate trips over his own feet trying to tackle Logan to the ground, the crouched and confused form he assumes is a certain asshole-idiot girl takes a beating and they all end up in a uselessly tangled heap.
Nathan extracts himself – well, enough of himself to slide the mask off Billy’s head without bothering to get up – and turns a serious look on Logan, abject horror in his eyes.
”She is going to kill us.”
Logan. said:
It’s too late. Logan’s kneejerk reaction cannot be stopped in time. The swing is jilted from his brain sending messages to his muscles to cease and desist, and when the bat makes contact, it is far less damaging than it could have been. The hoodlum topples over and Logan can only stand there bewildered as Nathan rushes to the person’s aid.
The mask slips off and Logan has a lingering moment where he just stands there and stares blankly. Then he tosses the bat into the yard and runs his hand through his short hair.
”Sweet Mary and Joseph, what is wrong with this town?” Adrenaline tapers off and Logan meets Nathan’s horrified eyes. ”It’s her own damned fault for doing…whatever the hell it was she was doing.” He is trying to avoid the realization that, whoops, he just knocked the Blackwater alpha out cold.
With a bat.
Great.
The hunter kneels down and reaches out to assess the damage. She’s still breathing, that’s a good sign. ”Well, we can’t just leave her crazy ass out here.”Logan gingerly picks her up with little effort. He makes for the house, muttering the whole way through about hillbillies and hillbilly towns, and Nathan just had to pick Blackwater of all places to live, didn’t he.
Inside, he carefully deposits Billy onto the couch and takes a step back, like they’re dealing with a Soduko puzzle instead of an unconscious human being.
”Maybe she won’t remember what happened.” It’s a nice thought. Logan turns his head and looks at Nathan because he has no idea how to handle this situation. ”Should we take her home?” The hunter grimaces as he imagines a redneck family full of fury and screaming vengeance at the injury of Billy.
”Could just drop her off at the clinic...” Then make up some elaborate story that does not at all involve Logan with a bat.
Nate said:
This is probably the shittiest end result Billy’s insane actions could have lead to, short of Logan ending up in jail or Billy dead, but a night in the hospital is definitely up there. They haul the unconscious werewolf inside, prop her up on the couch like a dummy, watch the drool pool in the corner of her lip. Nate’s pretty content with just leaving here there to wake up and feed her some false story, at least until Logan recommends dragging her home.
”Nonono,” he hisses, looking at Logan like he’s crazy. ”No. Sabra would… gut us. With a rusty screwdriver. We can’t bring her home.” Unless they dumped her there, which was really starting to look like the best option – abandoning her at the ER sounds like a little too many questions, a little too much paperwork. Words like ”self defense” or ”fell down the stairs.”
”I’m pretty sure it’s bad for her to stay unconscious, right?” Nate leans in, a heavy hand on Billy’s shoulder, and stares at her face. He feels like Logan is the one that should know this; when Nate knocks people out, it’s usually so he can leave them there. ”Get me a glass of water or something, will you?” And assuming the hunter will comply, the werewolf begins shaking Billy gently – then with more force, rocking her by her shoulder.
”Billy? Billy. Wake the fuck up. You, uh, you fell down, are you in there?” When Logan returns with the glass, Nate dips his fingers in it, splashing it at Billy’s face; he slaps her cheek once or twice, just for good measure. ”Don’t be a baby, he didn’t even hit you that hard. ...The stairs, I mean. Didn't hit you. That hard.” Fuck.
And then he dumps the rest of the glass over her head in frustration, because this is clearly how you deal with debilitating injuries you have inflicted on people you care about.
Billy. said:
She doesnt know how long she's out for but she feels like it's been a life time. Nate is sitting in front of her looking justified and impatient. Somewhere in the background the guy who hit her with a bat and knocked her out is looming.
Um, she's all wet, slouching in their couch coming too dazed and confused and she stops herself from hitting Nate with a right hook -- she's got bigger fish to fry. Even with a mild concussion Billy never forgets a face and she jabs her index finger out to point to Logan. (Who is not a ghost because Billy is certain ghost cannot wield bats). "HOW DO YOU KNOW HIM?" She screeches all incoherently and then touches her forehead which happens to be throbbing.
It's obvious she cant control the volume of her voice, apparently when Logan hit her he broke something in Billy that was called her ''inside voice''.
"OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING ARENT YOU."
She grabs at Nate's face with her palms, a attempt to hold them in-between and press his cheeks together with squinty eyes. "I KNEW IT." she says.
And then slaps Nate directly across the face, and then points to Logan. "CANT ANYONE TAKE A GOD DAMN JOKE JESUS. YOU COME AFTER ME WITH A BAT LIKE FUCKIN' BABE RUTH AND SHIT. GOD." She looks at Nate, pushes him away (if he's not already somewhere across the room) and gets up to stand all shaky and touch the hairline of her head. Thankfully there is only a small trickle from where he nearly bashed out her brains, and she's conscious -- but she .. really cant control her legs right now..
and she goes crashing into Nate's living room table trying to go after Logan with her fist.
Logan. said:
”Ah, hell.” An exasperated Logan does as he’s told because clearly a werewolf knows how to handle an unconscious werewolf. He returns a few seconds later and hands Nathan the glass. He shouldn’t be surprised, but he is, when Nate unceremoniously tosses the water onto Billy’s face. There is a second of nothing and then the little blonde springs to life.
Logan isn’t sure how someone that small and skinny can be intimidating, but he can’t be blamed when he takes a step back.
”We’re just –“ Friends. Friends that hang out in their underwear. Any and every attempt Logan makes to communicate is cut off by Billy’s impressive lungs. He thinks half the town must be awake by now. Logan wants to argue because he’s not the one at fault here – not entirely. He bites his tongue because he isn’t stupid and he doesn’t want to make the situation worse.
Also, he’s pretty sure he has no idea what this situation is, exactly.
A prank gone wrong. A werewolf alpha knocked out cold by a hunter with a bat. An unintentional outing of a werewolf subordinate and his grizzled Babe Ruth of a boyfriend. A wry part of his mind thinks that, yeah, this is something that would happen to them. Logan and Nathan’s epic (mis)adventure.
Billy makes for him with a swinging fist and Logan doesn’t have to bother moving because she’s toppled over the table like she’s had too much to drink. Or like she’s been hit in the head with a bat.
”If I knew it was you, I wouldn’t have swung.” She’s probably not listening and Logan sends a pleading look towards Nate before setting his eyes back onto Billy. ”I’m a fool sometimes, but not fool enough to knock out the resident Alpha…Not on purpose, anyhow.” What the hell was she doing and what the hell was with that mask? Some sort of demented rabbit from hades?
Kids these days.
Nate said:
Billy wakes up, slowly. That’s good, that’s a start – but just like his poor brain’s been operating a hair below optimum speed all night, he’s a little too shocked that dumping a glass of water on her head actually worked to make the wise decision to pull away from her. Instead, she starts screaming, absurd and wild, and Nate can’t do more than stare at her, transfixed
”It’s not—“ what it looks like, maybe, except it definitely is - but Billy’s still shouting, heedless. His heart skips a beat and his nose wrinkles up, because maybe this isn’t the best sort of thing to be revealing to Billy – not because of the whole oh-gay-werewolf-ain’t-that-strange thing, but more because it’s Billy, and he does not want their next movie night to consist of educational gay porno and intrusive questioning.
”How did you--?” She squishes his cheeks together, and he stops bothering to even try to talk. Billy’s clearly on a mad rampage and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it – but at least she keeps changing subjects, hopping around like her brain isn’t all back together yet. Or maybe it’s just like Billy is normally; it’s a little too similar to tell apart.
She slaps him, and his mind catches up with the idea that he should probably get himself far, far away from her; just as Nate moves to scoot back, hand raised to his stinging cheek, she shoves him – and then proceeds to trip all over the table, fists swinging.
”Maybe you shouldn’t dress up like fucking Frank and come skulking around like a creep,” or maybe he shouldn’t press the boundaries of their friendship too terribly far, at least not when she’s half-deranged and just took a bat to the back of the head. ”…And Logan only hit you because you got me, right? Scared me shitless. Totally convincing.”
Fuck her being an alpha and proud, not that the two didn’t go together, but he’s bristling at the fact that he has to admit her prank totally worked to get her to calm down. As he talks, Nate reaches for her – overly cautious about it, like she might sink her nails into his wrist and drag him into an abyss of mauling and pain – and will drag her back to the couch if she’ll let him.
"I don't think you're supposed to move around so much."
Billy. said:
Billy is somewhere between wrath and confusion, confusion because everything is swarming and wrath because her head is fucking killing her, and she was just hit with a bat for trying to be friendly (her version of friendly?) -- and now she's laying on a table.
”Maybe you shouldn’t dress up like fucking Frank and come skulking around like a creep, …And Logan only hit you because you got me, right? Scared me shitless. Totally convincing.”
She tries to say ''really'' but it comes out as some incomprehensible gurgling sound and she gives up. Lays there for a moment and probably would be content with staying there. But Nathan is reaching forward to lug her upwards cautiously and she let's him. Ends up wrestling out of his hold with her elbows and glaring before sitting back down.
"I don't think you're supposed to move around so much."
'I have a concussion," she says with finality and looks like her voice is back to normal. If not a little shaky. She knows the feelings by now, she gets them like .. once a month from stupid shit. She's fell off a ladder, fell off of chairs, gotten jumped and beaten by bitches in Blue Ridge. Billy comes with the conclusion grudgingly that she needs to be more careful. And she's pretty sure this round has given her significant brain damage.
"Dont just stand there lookin' precious get me some pills."
She sincerely hopes that Vianne doesnt call down Jericho for this one because the cause of her injury is local. And after she's given her meds, she turns to Logan, looks him over. "Is there anything else I should know while Im here?"
Because a hunter is .. at her third in commands house and she doesnt know how to feel about this. Her wolf bristles in suspicion because despite Logan and her being familiar he is still a hunter. And he is still one of the only humans who could put a bullet in her brain in a second flat.
Logan. said:
Logan Duvall is all out of sorts – probably not as out of sorts as the lady with her brain knocking loose in her head, but it’s not a competition. His mind is a rapid fire of questions – is this bad, how bad is it, does this sort of thing happen often, and who the hell is Frank?
Perplexed gray eyes follow Nathan’s retreating form and Logan stands there awkwardly, silent as a monk and just as solemn, until the younger man returns with pills in hand.
First he shoots Nate in the leg, and now he’s clobbered Billy with a bat. At this rate, Logan will accidentally injure every wolf in the pack. Not the best way to ingratiate himself to this little town but at least he hasn’t killed anyone – yet. He isn’t sure what the protocol is here. Maybe he’ll send her a bouquet with a message attached that reads ”Sorry about the concussion.”
Or chocolate.
While he contemplates the merits of flowers versus chocolate as an apology for attacking someone, Billy asks her question. Logan’s eyes settle on her. She knows his name, she knows he’s a hunter, she knows he’s a boxers kind of guy and not briefs.
She knows that he and Nate are more than ‘fishing buddies.’
And while Logan is not one to be ashamed of his sexuality, they are in a small town in the South, and maybe it’s ignorant of him but he can’t help but worry -- mostly about Nate. His attention turns to the man in question.
”Nothing I can think of.” Logan looks back to Billy, pulls a grimace. ”I am really, so goddamned sorry.” He sounds exasperated but the apology is genuine, reaches his eyes. Logan’s not one to say something he does not mean.
Nate said:
Nate frowns and shies away as Billy lashes out with all those elbows (seriously, when did she grow three more), dropping her unceremoniously on the couch. If she wants to play off that she's something like okay and totally independent, that's absolutely fine with him - he doesn't want to deal with the penalty for forcing her to submit to their lackluster care-giving. So long as she sits down and stays put, no one has to get hurt. At least any more than they already are.
He takes the opportunity to slip away at her whined command - some Tylenol just to take the edge off, no aspirin or anti-inflammatories - and fetches a fresh glass of water (being that the last is still soaking Billy's head) and some ice wrapped in a towel. He slips a pair of pants on while he's at it, to spare them further embarrassment. Nathan may not know much about dealing with someone your slugger of boyfriend wailed on with a bat, but concussions are easy enough; the werewolf just isn't viewing the prospect of keeping Billy awake and under observation with any sort of anticipation. The night had been ruined enough without needing to keep an eye her, too, and he's already dreading never hearing the end of this. Billy isn't exactly well known for being able to let things go.
That, and Nate had been looking forward to actually getting some sleep.
The girl's question is suspicious, almost knowing - and Logan overtly sidesteps. Nate thinks it's probably for the best, though he can't quite keep his eyes on Billy, instead focusing somewhere in the middle of Logan's chest; explaining any more of this awkward situation to her really isn't high on his list of priorities. There's probably something in the werewolf alpha handbook about not letting your subordinates sleep with hunters, and he's pressed his luck enough for one evening.
"Just that you're nuts," he offers in response, trying to at least crawl out of the fire and back into the pan. His leg's aching and he collapses back into a worn armchair with a sigh, shooting a wry expression in Billy's direction. "I mean, really? A creepy rabbit mask at midnight? Did you make that damn thing yourself?" It's official: Billy's obsessed.
He'd be plotting to get her back if Logan hadn't gone and ruined it by bashing her head in.
Billy. said:
”I am really, so goddamned sorry.”
Billy could be mad, and yeah she probably has (somewhat) of a right to be, but mostly she's just sitting there frowning and trying to relax because.. wow.. that happened. Also Logan seems genuinely apologetic and she catches onto this. Decides it's more trouble to hold this against him. He was reacting the same way she probably would have.
Well, minus a gun.
"Yeah, yeah yeah." But she's not exactly ms. no ego and so comforting him with ''it's okay'' it's completely out of the option.
"I mean, really? A creepy rabbit mask at midnight? Did you make that damn thing yourself?"
Billy's got some weird chest full of things she's kept from her younger days. Donnie Darko mask was one of them. Though it hadnt been too long ago she'd absolutely loved that movie - and loved Halloween even more. There were memories from out by the lake, sitting in Mr. Jones yard with the boys, beating up a crew of newbies who thought they runned the joint. Though it seems pretty worthless, to her it means much more.
Billy was always masked in her youth, literally and metaphorically.
She holds out one of her hands after taking the pills and grudgingly taking a sip of water. Tries not to shiver. "Imma' call Sabra." she says. Because she's not thinking straight for one, and the thought that Sabra would probably skin them alive isnt in her head. Her night has been made, it's done - it's over - her head is pounding and now she just wants to go home.