Whimsical Academy discussion
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Alya stormed into the gym from the encounter at her room with Bailee. How anyone in the school could assign her with Maximoff, she didn't understand. Bailee was cruel, and she was rude and didn't care where she shoved her insults. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes at Bailee's words about her mom, and Alya had to lean against the back wall and breathe, trying to clear aside the memories of heartbreak and fear that were crowding her brain now.
"Romanoff?"
Alya opened her eyes and stood up quickly. "Oh, my gosh, ma--Hayden?"
Caledonia stood in front of a punching bag, going at it. Sweat dripped down her arms, and she had a rage of her own in her green eyes. "You look upset, how was the flight in?"
"Flight was fine." Alya walked over and grabbed some cloth from a basket near her friend and wrapped her hands in it. "But I'm roomed with Maximoff. Wanna shoot me in the face?"
Caledonia shrugged once. "I'd rather not."
Alya nodded and began to beat up the punching bag next to the girl who was her longtime friend. Each time, she imagined it was Bailee's face she was hitting. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing," Cal replied, and stopped beating up the punching bag. "just met a sexist jerk in the Great Hall and I'm angry, so here I am."
"Fair enough." Alya clenched her jaw as she went at it again, angry and hurt and sad, as she punched the bag again and again and again. Eventually, she was vaguely aware of Cal leaving, but didn't pay much attention to that.
Ollie wouldn’t admit that he was actually lonely, and kind of angry at his parents for making him attend the dumb school. So he went to the gym to work off some of that as well as work off some of the energy he had gotten from arguing with the girl in the hall. She was a piece of work, but one that he liked. Most girls didn’t stand up to him, it was different seeing that side. Though girls here were far from normal. He supposed that was a good thing, but he was going to make it a point to see her again, especially. Their flirtation, he fully believed it was one, was something he could do for hours on end. Ollie went to the bench press, he put some weights on it, he didn’t have a spotter, but he didn’t much care about that. He shed his shirt and began lifting the weights.
Caledonia stormed inside the gym, taking large strides, water bottle in hand. She took a look around--Alya had left, which admittedly made her mad. She'd wanted to spar with her, but the redhead wasn't in the room. On the other hand, someone else was, some shirtless dude lifting weight on his own. She thought that was very stupid, and then re-did her hair, twisting her dark waves back into a thick braid.
She put on a pair of noise blocking headphones and then removed a pistol from a bag she had and settled herself in the corner of the room where there was a small shooting gallery.
She held the gun out and began to aim and fire rapidly, over and over and over, the feel and sounds satisfying her anger.
Ollie was in the middle of doing his workout when he heard some muffled pow pows from outside the room he was in(I was thinking there’s some bullet proof glass surrounding the weight room?). It almost made him drop the bar. He managed to get it back in its place and sat up to look around. All he could see was the back of a girls head at the mini shooting range. He rolled his eyes at first, but the more he studied her profile, the more sure he was that this was the girl from earlier. “No way,” he said aloud before grabbing his shirt and putting it over his shoulder. He walked out quietly, not that she could hear him over her shooting. He stood behind her with arms crossed as he waited for her to finish her clip.
((works for me. aww darn he should have dropped the bar...jk))Rage crawled through her as she shot, hitting dead center almost each time. Finally, when she'd run out of ammo, she set the pistol aside and picked up another one. She took a breath and aimed, but it was then that the hair on the back of her neck prickled.
She wasn't alone.
Caledonia turned quickly, deciding to give the person benefit of the doubt. The gun was by her side, dancing from her right hand, but when she saw who it was, it took all her self-control to casually lift the pistol, aim at Ollie's chest, and place a bit of pressure on the trigger, not enough to shoot. But only one more small press, and he'd be dead.
She tilted her head, eyes filled with hate and anger. "If it isn't you again."
She turned quickly, so quickly Ollie was caught by surprise when she pushed the gun into his chest. “Whoa,” he said as he put his hands up in mock surrender. His heart was thudding so loud that he was sure she could hear it. With the adrenaline from working out, and then her pointing the gun at him, he was wired as hell. “Look, we can talk this out,” Ollie could have gripped the end of the pistol and wrangled it out of her hands. But he kind of liked that she had control, and that she thought she was in charge, so he left it as it was. “We just gonna stand here and starts at each other day? Or are you gonna to teach me how to shoot this damn thing?” He was offering an olive branch.
She was still for a moment, and then carefully pressed the gun closer, moving it to his right shoulder, away from his heart. "I'm gonna teach you how to shoot. Live demonstration." And with that, she pulled the trigger, and a shot rang out across the room as she pulled off her ear phones with her left hand.Her mom was going to have her head, and so was her uncle. But at the current moment, she didn't exactly care.
Caledonia kept going. She swiped her leg out and hooked it behind his knees, knocking him onto his back, and then threw her fist into his jaw, aiming for a knockout punch.
Ollie was more than a little shook, he was trembling as the gun rang out and he was shot in the shoulder. It wasn’t a death killing shot, not that it would’ve killed him anyway, but it hurt like hell. “Fuck,” He muttered just before she swung for his legs, he was on his back in a heartbeat and she was coming at him with her fists next, Ollie rolled out the side and got up, his hand on his shoulder, gasping, “Stop. I get it, stop just stop.” He leaned back against the wall, sagging against it some as sweat beaded across his forehead. He wasn’t looking forward to explaining this to his roommate, he had already shown up once with blood on his other shirt. The guy was going to think the was a murderer or something. “Do you ever just take a break?” He breathed as he felt his muscles reforming, he squeezed his eyes shut as the healing process took its course. He could heal, yes, but it hurt.
(Yup definitely a ladies man, lol)
(@Kenadie, they can meet in here eventually yeah! But I also need Cole to meet Sasha first))
"Yes and no," Caledonia spat; this was probably the most serious she'd seen him yet, and she honestly didn't feel that bad for what she'd done.He'd probably tell administration, they'd toss her ass, but then her uncle would threaten, pull strings, and she'd be back.
"Hope you've learned something, son of Hades," she spat, and then packed her stuff and walked off, head high.
“Wait!” Ollie yelled, taking a few steps after her, “Look I can be a royal pain in the ass, but I don’t mean to be. Later maybe we can reconnect and actually talk?” He took a deep breath, trying to breathe through the pain as he stitched himself back together. Ollie didn’t endure pain all that often, not of the physical kind at least. He was used to girls floundering at his feet as well, so for this girl to be so against him and his usual moves, well it was different. And he needed to try to figure it out, but he was about to return to his dorm just then, because he needed to rest after the chaos of the day with this girl. He still didn’t know her name, dammit.
//ok sounds good! Just dm me or something! //
((will do!))Caledonia turned around at the door, her eyes cold and face blank, other than that. "I think you do mean to be a pain the ass, and frankly I don't want to talk. Reconnecting? We never had a connection." She twisted the safety off her gun her bag, just to hear it click and get a reaction out of him, before she replaced it. "And why do you want to talk to me so badly, anyway?"
“I think you’re wrong,” He said simply, they did have a connection, he felt it, even if she didn’t. Ollie believed in energies and vibes, and he had something with this girl even if she didn’t want to admit it. “Why not get to know you? You’re here, right?” Ollie went to walk past her, he was done playing with her for the day, “I’ll see you later,” He said with a groan, before continuing on towards the boys dormitory. He would have to change his shirt, again, because of this girl. Two shirts ruined, at least they were both just white tees, not one of his expensive shirts. He figured he probably shouldn’t wear those unless they were at some formal event.
"Unbelievable," Caledonia muttered. If he thought that was going to be this easy....she shook her head. They didn't have a connection and she knew it. Honestly, she was convinced the jerk was just suddenly infatuated with her and that's what he deluded himself into thinking they had a connection. She'd have to attach a freaking tracker to him if he got stalker-y. She watched him leave, shaking her head, and jammed a hand through her brown hair. He'd need medical attention, and she didn't even know if the bullet was still in his shoulder.
Maybe it was bad she didn't care, and he'd had the whole thing coming, in her mind.
With a sigh, Caledonia headed back to her room and then to shower, actually, this time.
It was six the next morning when Alya finally entered the gym, fresh from her run around campus as the sun came up. She felt alive and invigorated, and she beelined for the weights across the room, selecting a pretty heavy set and begin to lift. Sweat ran down her neck and arms, and her black tank top stuck to her torso at this point, but she was in her happy place, and that was all that mattered to her.
Bailee walked into the gym. She had taken a shower after her early run. Her hair was dried and tied into a high ponytail at the top of her head. She walked over to the punching bags. Bailee set her stance and began kicking and punching the bag. A bead of sweat fell from her forehead. A smile was spread across her face.
Alya heard the sounds of a punching bag and at first assumed it was Cal, but when she turned around, she was shocked. Her roommate just had to follow her here?Out of instant, she wanted to snap something at her, but she didn't. She didn't want to ruin her work out, but she did very much so wish Bailee had chosen a different time to come to the gym.
Bailee wasnt paying attention to anything besides her own movements and the flinging punching bag. So much had happened yesterday and she wasn't able to do much about it. She punched the bag, that's for Alya being my roommate. She kicked the bag, that's for talking to Cole and actually enjoying yourself. Bailee punched the bag again, that is for worrying about Cole when you don't need to. Bailee was so fed up with everything, she aimed her hands at the bag, and her hands made a glowing reddish-orange color. She blasted and the punching bag fell to the floor in a pile of ash and feathers. And that, that is for having a crush on Cole.
Alya couldn't help it; she turned around in shock. "Okay, you're paying for that one," she commented flatly, watching its remains smolder from Bailee's powers. "I wonder how much that's gonna cost ya," she added. "Or cost your mom."
Bailee turned around an angry glare on her face. "Still upset your mother ain't really your mother?" Bailee asked with a sneer. She smirked. "My mother has been out of my life since I was thirteen Alya, stop being a dickhead about it," Bailee said, flatly.
Alya sneered, the comment cutting deep, as she was still not over it from yesterday. "Shut up, Maximoff," she spat, hands shaking. "She is my mother. And I'm not saying anything about yours, I'm just commenting about the fact someone has to pay for that and it's probably not you. And if you utter another word about my family, I'm done being nice."
"Oh and you call the damn stuff you're doing now nice? Jeeze someone must have hit you on the head hard," Bailee said, laughing. "Shut up? Really? Are we twelve years old again?" Bailee asked with a small smirk. She placed her hands on her hips. "Don't worry, my parents give me enough damn money to buy a house," She added, quietly. Bailee turned back around. She then closed her eyes. She removed her hands from her hips and put them together. She focused hard and in a glowing red hue, the punching bag went back to how it was before Bailee had destroyed it.
"I didn't initiate the fight," Alya snapped. "Sorry I called your dad a toaster or whatever I said. And great, I don't care what your parents did and didn't do." She tilted her head; years of being a spy-in-training under her mom and SHIELD had taught her a few things, and one of them was reading people. Bailee was clearly upset by her parents' relationship with her, and she knew the house comment and the money comment were just ways to brush aside what was actually bothering her, and what was more, Alya couldn't blame her. "Whatever, Bailee," Alya finally muttered. Her temper only flared with the girl, but right now, she was reeling over the family comment but also torn because clearly, Bailee was wounded and unsure how to handle it besides making others feel like shit, so Alya shook her head, replaced the weights, and stood up. "I'll see you around," she stated stiffly, and walked to the part of the gym that was separated by bullet-proof glass, a small shooting gallery.
She placed headphones on, picked up a pistol, and began to shoot, the loud sounds making her feel better.
Bailee only shook her head and went back to abusing the punching bag. It was mostly because she needed to beat something up; hoping that her very small crush on Cole would go away. Maybe it wasn't a crush, maybe she just cared a little bit more about him than everybody else. That was it, had to be. Bailee pushed the thought of Cole out of her head.
((hehe there what goes?))Alya shot at the center of the target, almost never missing. She didn't get as angry as she could; and in fact, she was actually sad, and upset, more than enraged. Alya didn't get enraged, unless someone was being an asshole, or it was Bailee doing almost anything, but she was deeply upset.
She hadn't slept well last night, not with Bailee triggering her anxiety and nightmares, and now, they still lingered in her mind at Bailee's jab. Before she knew what was going on, she was frantically shooting, almost desperately, as tears gathered in her eyes. The fist walls and floors, the hunger, the cries. Each one she wanted to shoot up the way she was shooting the gallery.
Bailee turned around at the deranged cries from the shooting room. "What the hell-" She said. She ran to the room and unlocked the door with her powers. "What the fuck-" She didn't finish, Actually she almost got hit with a bullet.
((OH lol))((and I think she's not like...deranged crying out, I think it's more frustrated and angry and upset screams))
Alya's eyes were almost misted over, and she stared at Bailee as she entered, her chest heaving. "What are you doing in here?" She seethed, tears running down her face. "I could have shot you, and as much as I hate your ass, I don't want to shoot you in the face. This is a shooting gallery and you opened the door while it's in use?" Her hands were shaking, but when she looked around the room, she saw an unsettling amount of bullet holes in the gallery walls, more than what she assumed was normal.
"What the hell were you thinking? You are obviously upset, yet you came in here and beat the crap out of the shooting gallery," Bailee said, her breaths coming out heavily. "Shoot me for all I care, not a single person on this earth would care," Bailee said shaking her head. "Yeah, I understood that I broke a damn rule, but there should be a rule that you don't go in here looking to actually kill something," Bailee added, her arms crossed over her chest.
((fair enough))"Yeah, that's why I came in here--to shoot because it makes me feel better, where nobody should get hurt. And then you walk in? Why the hell would you do that? And that is so not true, maybe you and your parents had a falling-out, but I'm pretty sure they do actually care. And I'm not looking to kill someone! I said, I was trying to be safe about releasing my upset self," she spat.
((fine by me XD. I mean, she probably still likes Cole for a bit, right, since I doubt that would leave quite yet, she'd probably try and get Cole for a little bit before she gives up, right?))
"Well- well," Bailee had nothing to say, "You are wrong about one thing, my parents don't give to fucks about me. That's why I'm here and my dumbass twin is at SHEILD," Bailee stated, a small tear running down her face. She wiped it away. "I came in here, because as much as I do hate you, you were going to hurt yourself, and since I am the only one in here with you; I would be the one that gets in trouble," Bailee said.
//yeah lol//
"Are you sure? Have you tried to talk to them? And who said SHIELD was any better, trust me, I know they have their problems, too." Alya crossed her arms, the pistol dangling by a few of her fingers, shocked when Bailee started crying a little even though she herself still had tears on her cheeks. Her next words started out almost caring, but then they turned into just fear of Bailee getting blamed. Alya frowned. "Okay, one, no I was not going to hurt myself, I had zero intention of that. Two, you don't care about me, you care about your own reputation? Why the hell would you have gotten blamed? I was not trying to hurt anyone, myself included."
"I dont even know why the hell I came in here, I have better things to do then stand here and try to argue with you," Bailee said rolling her eyes. "Fine, you want to know why the hell I came in here? Because I am just as fucked up as this world wants me to be! I'm trying my best to do as my parents say, and that is to not lose control of my powers, well guess what! I don't give a care anymore. I came in here because you sounded upset and I could care less about my reputation, it was ruined the moment my twin was born.
Alya stared at her. "Well, why do you even care about me, you're the one who literally likes to bully me about the parent thing, and guess what? Guess why I'm upset now? It's because of you! That's right. You gave me nightmares, Maximoff," she spat. "And don't blame your twin for your problems, honestly, you should talk to your parents, your mom's the only one who can help you with those powers!"
"You want to know why I say stuff like that?!?! Because you talk abotu how damn perfect your life is! Its infuriating! And my twin is the damn reason for all of my problems. How about you talk to your birthparents? The ones that put you in that damn orphanage. Do that and tell me how it goes, maybe you will understand why I can't talk to mine!" Bailee yelled.
"I do not talk about how perfect my life is, I talk about how much I love my mother because I love her and because she taught me that family is everything, and I'm sorry that you have a rough relation with yours! And no, why would I talk about those idiots? They gave me up!" She screamed. "They are not my family no matter how hard you freaking tell me they are! And fine, maybe you can't talk to yours, you're right." She was shaking. "I'm sorry, okay? But I think you ned to talk to someone. But stop, just stop bringing up my past. Just because I may talk about how much I love my mom gives you no right to talk about something you know os hurtful! That's a horrible thing to tell me."
"And I am always the one blamed for being so horrible," Bailee muttered. She ran out of the room, her habds glowing a dark red. She left the gym.
"Well, you are being horrible!" She yelled back, fuming, and picked up the gun and started shooting again, now enraged.
Bailee walked into the gym, her hair done up into a tight ponytail at the top of her head. She shut her phone off and waited for Cole. She eventually grew impatient so she started beating up on a punching bag, stone-faced.
Cole opened the door and walked inside, angry and ready to punch some shit. He had been having such a nice time with Sasha--admittedly he was drunk--but she had been so soft and warm and sweet and yet tough, and he liked that about her. He'd even started to wonder if, at some point, he would like it at this school, away from his home life and its pressure and regulations. And then he found out that pissy agent was tracking him. He wanted to blow a bomb in shield's helicarrier, but he didn't say that out loud.
