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WHO: Teresa & YOU
WHERE: ohh just out and about. starting in Heropa, but I'm up for her ending up wherever to make a thread work.
WHEN: 24th-27th
WHAT: totally infected with the Hornet virus.
WARNINGS: viiiolence, yep. her powers are basic telepathy + super strength, so I put semi-open because I'm up for new cr / old cr / anything, but I'd like to plan out at least a vague course of action for the threads first. please pm this journal, or ping me on plurk! (

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Wes Carpenter, who feels strongly that imPorts are nothing but a problem that needs to be dealt with. He likes to talk down to people, even people he likes and has a sharp, calculating mind. However, when he knows when he is outmatched he will make a break for it. If he can't, he's prone to wielding blunt objects and has no qualms about cracking anyone's skull open.

[ Teresa's not a violent person, she's not. she's capable of it, of course - she had to learn how to defend herself in the Glade fast, and it's not like life got any easier once they got out. but generally speaking, she's trying to get away from that. her time spent here has all been an effort to detach herself from the person she became during the trials. it's not even anything dramatic, just a plain and simple truth. this is her second chance. this is her time to figure out who she wants to be, who she can be.

but something about today, something in the way people keep looking at her ( the same way a lot of the natives look at her, but today it's different ), it gets under her skin and makes her hate it. hate the attention, hate the gall of those who think they have any right to be staring at her, judging her the way they are. somewhere in the back of her mind, logic gets twisted and she stop feeling anxious over being an outsider that's held to some high regard just because she was brought here by the Porter, to someone that can't stand the thought of those power-hungry, attention-seeking imPorts even thinking they can talk to her.

her hate quickly shifts into something more like cool arrogance, changing the way she carries herself, how she looks at people. not that she notices. it all feels natural to her. like that negativity's always been there, deep-rooted and more important than anything else that's going on around her. all that matters is that people know she doesn't have any time for their petty bullshit. especially the imPorts. ]

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[ It's a shame then that this petty imPort really is gonna fix her with a nasty look. Ah, the problems of not being able to get over betrayal very well, even if it can all be reasonably explained. Then again, Minho isn't always a really reasonable person.

And his unreasonableness sure isn't gonna help Teresa's newfound disdain for imPorts at all. He's just feeding into the ideas that have suddenly come to her with that sneer he's giving her when he spots her on the street. ]

And just when I thought I was havin' a good day too.

[ there's some part of her that recognizes Minho, and his attitude, for what it is. that part of her would normally just sigh, loudly, and walk away. it'd remind her not to feed into the negative image he has of her already, that she's already made her apologies so she just has to wait it out until, maybe one day, they could just talk.

but that's just an iiiiitty bitty part of her right now, while the rest?

well, the rest is irrationally annoyed just from that one comment alone ]

What do you want?

[ To be entirely fair to her, just existing feeds his negative image of her. He gets very set in his ways and ideas sometimes, and there's not a whole heck of a lot anyone can do to shake him out of it. He's like a stubborn old man in that regard.

He is a little surprised she's actually biting back though. Not that surprised, but a little.

Minho makes a scoffing sound, shaking his head slowly, just once. ]

Nothing you'd be able to help me with.

I didn't ask how I could help you, I asked what you want.

[ she's not rushing to get in his face or anything, but she's turning to face him now at least, stepping up onto the curb, off the street. ]

What is it, exactly, you plan on getting out of this? Going out of your way to get my attention. [ a beat ] No, no, wait. Let's expand that. [ there's really no reason to take this from zero to sixty in two seconds flat, but she's on edge ( why? who knows ), nerves a little shot ] What's your end game, treating me like garbage and talking to me like that? I'm curious where you get off acting like you're any better than me.

[ The jokes are gone, any hint of amusement slips off his face, and he looks... bored. Or maybe blank is a better word for it? Either way, he sure doesn't look like he's that interested in a fight right now. Then again, when Minho gets like this, it usually means he's angry enough to start one if someone takes the wrong step with him. ]

No real end game here. You tick me off. The other guys might be willing to give you a second shot, but I'm sure as hell not. You screw up? You deserve all the klunk that comes your way for it. And you screwed up big time. I don't get anything out of it. Just trying to be an upfront, honest kind of guy.

Upfront and honest? There's nothing honest about acting like a child, or a hypocrite.

[ she shakes her head, her face screwing up. it's weird having opinions that aren't really her own about things that happened in her life ( not Wes Carpenter's ), but that's happening. she might not look sick, but her brain's sort of acting in a fog, trying to sort out what's real and what's not real, what's Wes and what's Teresa ]

You're mad at me for hurting Thomas once, to keep him alive, when all you ever did back in the Scorch was act out and get hot over things not going your way, then watch your friends get killed for it. [ it's not true, not really. people died, but it was never anybody's fault but WICKED's. and Minho did have a temper, but he never risked his friends' lives with his actions. Teresa knows that. Teresa might find his attitude annoying, but she'd never try to blame him for anything that happened to the Gladers. but Wes' cutting opinions, and his hate towards imPorts is pushing all of that to the back ] Where's your punishment, Minho?

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[ It's true, she doesn't look sick, and as far as Minho knows there isn't anything wrong with her. Considering he doesn't think too highly of her in the first place, for all he knows this is Teresa speaking out thoughts she's always had, and he finally pushed one nasty comment too far into getting her to make them.

And now that he's finally gotten her to show what he thinks are her true colors, Minho...

Looks kind of emotionally dead, actually. The blank expression doesn't leave his face, his voice doesn't get any louder or angrier sounding. He does take a slow couple of steps towards her though. ]

Yeah... wonder where it is. Some leader I was, leading a lot of shanks right to their death.

[ It's not that he doesn't feel bad about it. He does. The thing is, he shuts down at things like this. He kills the thought, and the feelings that go with it, because if he didn't then it'd make functioning in his day to day life a hell of a lot harder. It'd kill him inside if he let himself dwell on it the way most people would. ]

And what the hell did you do to help them out? You threatened to kill us all, and kicked the klunk out of Thomas to "save him", and what was gonna happen to the rest of us? What about the ones that died? You ever think twice about those guys while you were off following WICKED's orders like a good little lap dog?

I threatened to kill you if you tried anything stupid that would have ruined the plan. The plan that was only set in motion to make sure Thomas wasn't killed.

[ she shakes her head, brow furrowed up as he steps closer, but otherwise she doesn't move. definitely trying to think of all the things around them she could possibly use as a weapon, but she's not backing down ]

The difference between you and me is that I never claimed to be anyone's leader. While you were all busy blaming me for messing up your lives, I was only trying to help you find a way out. Solve the puzzle. [ though she looks confused for a second, like she doesn't know what her own words mean. she switches track too quick- ] I didn't bring you here, and I'm sure as hell not going to pretend I like that you are. None of you should be here. [ what ] Showing up, tearing apart everything we know. You're no hero, you're a menace, that's all.

[ That finally gives Minho pause. He doesn't like Teresa, and he thinks she's full of klunk when she goes on like this. Help Thomas? Like hell she was. She was in it for herself from start to finish as far as he's concerned. Or at least, she was in it for WICKED, which is even worse than being a selfish slinthead.

This though? This is something else. This doesn't sound like her usual arguments.

This doesn't even begin to make sense.

Minho narrows his eyes, trying to puzzle this one out for himself. ]

Never said anything about you bringin' us here. Never said you wanted us here, and sure never said I was claiming to be a hero.

[Sabriel isn't the best at blending in- but today, she isn't even trying. She's wearing her bandolier, with all seven bells strapped into it.

Something's been wrong with some of her fellow imPorts for several days- something with their minds. Sabriel doesn't entirely understand what it is, though a paranoid part of her keeps on remembering the words of the dead Hornet she'd spoken to- is this the battle he'd spoken of? Because Sabriel doesn't have any regrets.

All the effected imPorts have been most hostile to other imPorts- so she's decided the best course of action is to walk around as an obvious imPort, and let them come to her.

So she's standing on a street corner near the government housing, keeping alert to her surroundings as she pulls out her communicator and pretends to look over it.]

-- Hey, don't you turn you back on me. [ not too far from where Sabriel is waiting, Teresa's following someone - face red, fists clenched, knuckles white. she's not yelling, but there's an icy, sharp sort of anger that's very clearly bubbling just under the surface. ] I said stop.

[ the man comes to a sudden halt, very deliberately stopped in his tracks. normally, Teresa would never tap into this side of her telepathy, but it's obvious she has no problems doing that now ]

Much better. [ she rounds to stand in front of the man, tilting her face up at him ] Now remind me again why I shouldn't knock every last one of your teeth out with a brick.

[One of Sabriel's hands is already going for her bells as she steps forward, shouting.]

Stop! What do you think you're doing?

[The woman is an imPort, obviously enough. Sabriel isn't sure about how she's controlling the man, but she reaches for the fifth bell on the bandolier- Belgaer. When it comes to breaking control over others, it's generally the best choice- but she holds it by the clapper, not the handle. Better not to let it ring uncontrolled. It shakes slightly under her fingers, strangely eager to sound- but Sabriel gestures with her free hand, drawing marks in the air, a few symbols already floating at her fingertips.]

If you don't release him, right now, I'll force you to!

[ her eyes shut with an annoyed sound coming from that back of her throat, and she takes a second to actually turn and look at her, like she had to contemplate if it was worth redirecting her attention first. and the answer is yes, but only because she's already gearing up some kind of magic to throw her way and thaaaat's no fun. she's a hot head ( not she's not, Wes Carpenter is ), but she knows when to back off enough to not get her ass handed to her, so-

with a sigh she shakes her head, and the man slouches where he stands, then immediately starts to scramble back. whatever, he gets the point. leave. ]

I was trying to explain to that asshole why people like you are destroying this city. [ it doesn't click that she only has those powers because she's an imPort too - she's too far gone at this point, too sick ] But he got fresh, so I had to improvise.

Are you sure it's not imPorts like you, who try to hit people with bricks when they disagree with you? [But still- this woman clearly isn't in her right mind, so Sabriel doesn't taunt her much further. She's never seen the point in talking to her opponent during a fight- or in playing around once she knows what she needs to do. The man's out of the way, so she doesn't need to worry about him getting hurt.

Sabriel doesn't fully understand what's happening to the other imPorts- why they're suddenly attacking each other, and getting innocent people hurt in the process. She suspects the Hornets are involved, but she has no actual proof.

Still, the solution is clear enough- immobilize them to keep them from running away or attacking her, then use Belgaer. It's worked on one so far. So Sabriel gestures, sending the spell at her. She doesn't know the other imPorts powers, but hopefully it will immobilize her, and stick her feet to the ground- then Sabriel can dedicate her full attention to using Belgaer.]

Hey-!

[ Teresa's ( Wes' ) first instinct when she sees a spell being thrown her way is to run, but she never gets that chance. she feels her body physically freeze up, despite how much of her weight, her strength, she throws against the force. she probably looks ridiculous, the way her face is starting to turn hot, but she's getting furious, fast, and maybe also really very scared. ]

Let go of me!

[When the spell hits, Sabriel relaxes- she feels it settle on the other girl, the marks interlinked and unbroken.]

Not until you calm down- now listen. I'm doing this to help you.

[Sabriel holds Belgaer in both hands. It's a bell that's difficult to control- hardly surprising, given its powers- and it means Sabriel doesn't spare too much attention to Teresa. She'll just have to hope her spell holds.

Belgaer's notes are deeper than a handbell ought to be able to produce- and subtle, in a way that drew in the minds of listeners, made them follow along with the melodies- and think. Belgaer's song is the song of thought, of memory and of free will.]

[ for the most part, all Teresa wants to do right now is run. she's hit her limit, she's not willing to try and face down some psychotic imPort with the ability to freeze her so completely ( ahem ahem pot, kettle ), leaving her defenseless. she knows when she's been bested. and who the hell knows what this woman is going to do to her! no, she's not going to calm down. she's going to focus every last bit of her strength ( super strength, but she seems to have forgotten why she has that ) into trying to move. any part of her. her arms, her feet. she's tense with the effort

the tones of the bell are an afterthought, just a sound she doesn't want to hear, too afraid of what she's trying to do. help her? what the hell kind of help could she get from an imPort? ]

Stop it!

[The spell holds for now- Sabriel hadn't woven it to take super-strength into account- but it's doing it's best to hold together, though for how much longer, she doesn't know. Still, Belgaer chimes on and on, Sabriel pouring more and more of her will into the music- Belgaer sounding louder and louder, harder and harder to ignore as Sabriel directs the music towards Teresa.]

Listen [The word gets caught up in the music and echoes several times, like a chorus.]

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[ she yells in frustration, feels her body shift but otherwise she doesn't have any control. no power. she needs to get out, she needs to go, she needs to run.

or she can

not run?

it takes a little while for the music to sink in, and at first she feels like she might shake out of her skin from being so scared, so goddamn paranoid of whatever it's doing to her. her head starts to throb and for a second she thinks the ground just dropped out from under her feet, but no, she's just dizzy. so freaking dizzy. she thinks this is it, she's finished.

luckily, the feeling doesn't last. her body slumps against the magic holding her in place, lets it hold her up. ugh, god she still feels really dizzy. but her anger gets flushed out all at once, the tension, the paranoia. it all just sinks away. the music's kind of overwhelming at this point, but she doesn't have it in her to ask for it to stop again. she just groans, blinking her eyes open and squinting them a bit, like she's just woken up. and in a way, she kind of has ]

[Sabriel feels her fight, and then give way, like a fisherman feeling a fish on the end of their line. So she stops sounding Belgaer, wrapping her fingers around the clapper so it doesn't try to ring on its own, though echoes keep lingering even after she puts it back in her bandolier, letting the echoes fade a little more.]

Feeling better? [She'll let her go once she's sure the other girl has recovered. Better safe than sorry, after all.]

[ there's some part of her brain that knows she's supposed to say "yes", that she's not feeling- whatever it was she was going through a minute ago. but- ]

IthinkI'mgonnapuke.

[ which is embarrassing, but that dizziness ( which now she realizes was her brain trying to shove out all the thoughts and feelings that didn't really belong to her ) hasn't gone away, and she still can't move. which is why her eyes shift over there to the edge of the sidewalk ]

-- garbage can.

[Sabriel rest her hands on Teresa's shoulders, letting the binding unravel and positioning herself to support Teresa as the spell stops. Still, she feels relieved- another imPort freed from whatever is going on, and she managed it without anyone getting injured.]

All right. Just a little bit farther this way.

[ she's thankful for the help at first, like she needs to gain her footing back after being stuck for that short period of time, but then she's stumbling where she's lead, ohsothankfulbecause

that's her lunch, yep, there it goes. uuugh, and she doesn't feel that much better after the fact, but at least the garbage can was there. god. ]

-- the hell was that?

[ sort of a rhetorical question, although she'd really like to freaking know what's been going on with her head the last few days, yeah ]

The Hornets, probably. Apparently, they're more of a problem than we thought.

[Unfortunately, Sabriel doesn't have any solid answers. Sabriel tries to avoid looking at the sad remains of Teresa's lunch, but really, she's seen far too much to ever be squeamish about a little vomit.]

Just... try to stay calm. I think I've undone whatever they did to you.

[Newt doesn't avoid Teresa outright like Minho does. He trusts what Minho says, sure, and he's heard enough from Thomas now too. But she hasn't slighted him yet, and he's willing to give her the benefit of the doubt here. Especially here where they have a better chance of living a normal life that WICKED has no part of.

So when he happens across her on his way him from work, he approaches with a friendly expression.]

Teresa. 'S been a while, how are you?

Yeah. Been some time.

[ somewhere in the back of her mind, she recognizes Newt as somewhat of a friend. her emotions conflict hard for a second, somehow feeling like she should smile back, while also wanting to seem as standoffish as possible. ultimately, the virus wins out. sure he's a friend, but he doesn't deserve any special treatment. ]

I'm fine. Getting a little sick of all this [ her finger makes circles in the air, all this ] but there's nothing we can really do about that, right?

[ she means the imPort problem, of course, but she doesn't think to specify. why wouldn't he know what she meant? and sure, she doesn't really sound like herself, not in the cadence of her voice or how she's carrying herself right now, but otherwise she seems fine. nothing too out of the ordinary, at least ]

[Newt glances around, arching a brow before he looks back at her. He shifts his weight slightly off of his bad leg, since it doesn't look like he's going to start walking again any time soon.

Even not knowing her that well, Newt can still sense that something's off from the Teresa he's become familiar with. Is this more in line with what Minho was telling him?]

Sick of what, exactly? Somethin' been going on I don't know about?

[ she laughs ] No, it's nothing you already aware of.

[ but she pushes a hand through her hair, like she's getting ready to explain something she's said a million times ]

It's all these imPorts. Showing up here every month, and we're supposed to just have a big parade for them? Welcome them here like they're actually some kind of heroes? [ she pauses, shakes her head ] You know I'm glad you're here, but the rest of them? Somebody has to fix that damn Porter and send them back.

[Okay, that is off for her. Is this like the lightning strikes that had Minho acting like a slinthead? He hasn't seen any freak lightning, and everyone that had been hit by it already seemed fine.]

Yeah? Did you forget you were an imPort too? Not that I don't agree that the Porter needs to be bloody fixed, but none of what else you're sayin' is making any sense.

[ you were an imPort too makes her anger flare, her face screwing up ]

It makes perfect sense, don't be stupid.

Not really, no. [He shakes his head, taking a step closer to her. Cautiously, though. He's not so sure he should be trusting her anymore at this point.]

Where's all this comin' from, Teresa? This isn't like you.

Teresa? [ totally a "what did you call me?" tone, like that's something to be offended by. her wires are all twisted at this point, which leaves the virus talking more than her. it might not be a total personality transplant, but all those thoughts and feelings are quickly flushing out anything Teresa thinks and feels on her own. ] Look, it is what it is. Don't be weird about it, I don't have time for that.

That's your name, isn't it? [He reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder, frowning.]

Look, I dunno what's goin' on with you but you just need to slim it, alright? We haven't got time for you to turn on us again. We're in this together, you know that, right? You can trust us. None of the lone wolf klunk, good that?

Edited (TOO MANY ALRIGHTS) 2015-03-12 15:19 (UTC)

[Wally doesn't know what god of love he made happy, but literally bumping into a pretty smokin' example of the girl species is definitely a nice chance to a shitty day. He backs up, hands up and grins when he sees her face.]

Hey sorry, didn't see you there. Which y'know, now that I actually see you, is practically a crime. You okay there gorgeous? You look mad.

Do I?

[ Teresa, under normal circumstances, is pretty cool about handling situations like this. she's not exactly flirty, but she knows how to be charming while also making it clear she's not so easily charmed. it's an easy process. Teresa under these circumstances? isn't so much anything like that. her expression is more severe than the situation calls for, and ]

Should I look more enthusiastic about being knocked into on the street?

All's fair in love and war babe, because you are a knock out. [Wally puts a hand to his forehead.] But you are totally right, totally. Lemme make it up to you. Dinner? On me. Right down the street at Sal's Diner, they have awesome chicken and waffles. [Wally reaches up to point and his sleeve slips up to show his faintly glowing imPort tattoo.]

[ as if she needed another reason to be an asshole to this guy. her eyes flick over to his wrist when she spots the glow, and her disgust is written all over her face as she directs her attention back to him ]

You really think I want to be seen at some diner with the likes of you?

[ Teresa, when she's cured, will be mortified by her behavior. but right now she's unflinching, and her severity hasn't lessened ]

What, a ginger? Babe, it's like I always say: "once you have red, you never leave the bed." And it's true. But that's rushing the relationship, slow down, I'm just talking dinner.

No. An imPort.

[ said all nasty-like, and it's so out of line, but she reaches to grab him by the wrist ( with a grip that's a little tighter than necessary ), pushing his sleeve back. her behavior is all very Random Thug #3, like it can't be real. not forced or scripted, but a what the hell is wrong with this girl? ]

You think this is some kind of free pass? You don't get to talk to me like- like that. You're lucky I don't-

[ she wavers then, not exactly frozen but she zones out, expression sinking. she grips his arm harder still ( oops, that might actually hurt. gdi super strength ), but this time it's out of something like fear, or panic, and then she's yanking her hand away quick ]

-- What is this, who-? [ hey! lucid moment. full Teresa. she huffs a breath like she's just come up for air. her eyes are wild, and okay, now she looks a little sick. flushed, confused. she doesn't know where she is. her eyes glance down at her hand, then at him ] Did I hurt you?

[What
the
fuck was that] Um. No. [Kinda. He's rubbing his wrist.] You invaded my personal bubble in a distinctly un-sexy way, and are you seriously gonna pull that "no imPorts" card on me? You're one of those jerks?

What? No. I'm an imPort, why would I- [ genuinely has no clue what he's talking about. she's trying to piece together where she is, even looking around a bit, but the whole "I feel sick" part of this thing is starting to sink in. ] I don't know what you're talking about. [ in case that wasn't clear ]

Something's wrong. With me, something's wrong with me.

[ it doesn't feel exactly like WICKED's control over her through her chip, because she always knew what she was doing then even if she couldn't control it. this is different ]

What was I doing a minute ago? Were we talking about something?

[His indignation seeps away at the creeping panic on her face and he reaches out to take her elbow and steer her over to a nearby concrete partition so she can sit down.]

Okay, okay. Look, relax. We were talking, but if you don't remember then it doesn't matter what we were talking about. What's the last thing you remember before that?

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[ what's the last thing you remember?

totally a jogging-your-memory kind of question, although that's tricky, isn't it? well, it is for her right now. she braces her hands on her knees as she leans forward, staring at the pavement in front of her as she tries to think ]

I woke up. I was so mad. [ her hands ball up into fists against her jeans, eyes squeezing shut ] I still feel mad but it doesn't make sense anymore.

Edited 2015-03-11 23:48 (UTC)

Still mad? What, so like...maybe telepathic influence? Some kinda mind control? [Wally half-stands like he's going to spot the guy doing it just by getting a bit of a higher viewpoint.]

I have telepathy, I think I'd know if that was it, wouldn't I?

[ she's already snapping at him again, her voice less confused and more annoyed, posture tense. and just like that, Teresa's kinda gone. again, she'll be super annoyed about all of this once it's over. annoyed and embarrassed ]

I don't have to explain shit to you! No means no, asshole.

[ all. really very embarrassing, yes. ]

Whoa, hey- [Wally holds up his hands and scoots back, but it's too late; he's already getting dirty looks thrown his way, glares and disapproving grunts from passers by. Someone mutters something that sounds like "fucking creep" and Wally jumps to his feet.]

Okay, fine! Fine. I get it. I'll get lost.

[She doesn't seem like she's going to hurt herself, and she didn't try to attack him so it's unlikely she'll try to hurt anybody else, right? If she's just being belligerent, then it's okay.

...but he'll probably try to tail her without getting noticed and make sure she gets to wherever she's going.]

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27th, curing, Heropa

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oops "nothing you aren't aware of" words are hard

no worries i got what you meant :>

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25th (nope i'm not late)

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