Garrett Hale
Jul 1, 2014 22:53:21 GMT -5
Post by Garrett Hale on Jul 1, 2014 22:53:21 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Garrett Robin Hale
Nickname: Robin
Age: Sixteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Shadow Travelling: Garrett is able to travel through shadows. By taking a step into a shadow of choice, he can dissipate into the proverbial shadow realm and reappear at his place of choice. The shadow realm acts as a type of outlined map; he can see the generalised landmarks in his immediate area in tandem with available exit points, and travel accordingly. As he still finds the concept of the shadow realm disorientating, long distance travels are impossible. It gets easier once he gets his bearings in a particular place. He cannot travel to a place he’s never been before, and has to have a relatively clear image of what it looks like in his mind before he can properly navigate his way. Other side effects – aside from the general disorientation after stepping from a shadow – include severe headaches, muscle exhaustion and insomnia.
Play By: Jeremy KaponeLet it F L O W . . .Office of Dr. Georgia Wyatt
Patient: Garrett Hale
2nd July, 2014 - 9:01:27amLet's start.
He takes a breath. Slow. He doesn't like travelling so far for therapy. He isn't entirely sure why its necessary. He runs his hands across either side of his face as he leans back in his seat. He exhales. "Okay."Tell me what you say.
"I heard you can count the number of people who’ll hold your life on one hand." A pause. A small, almost nervous laugh. "Five people." He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth once. "Five people. Only five." On a breath, his shoulders rise in a short shot of a chuckle. He shakes his head. "I pity the rest who try to be mine, because those places have been taken since I existed."
Pushing off the back of his chair, he leans forward. He rests his elbow on his knee and holds a hand up close. Close to his face. "A father," He raises his finger. Then another; "His wife." The corner of his mouth drags to a grin. "A mother," He raises a finger. Then, again, another; "Her wife." A small snicker as the proverbial penny drops. "And… Well. A brother. Six months younger."
No pause.
"Now, I know. You really feel like asking; how? Six months is not a reasonable gestational period. It's impossible. How do you defy the laws of childbirth-" He raises a hand in tandem with his eyebrows, "No."
He claps his hands together once, his grin resurfacing as he adjusts the way he sits slightly. An almost unnoticeable move. "Because only an idiot asks how when the real question is who, y'know? Who banged who, when. What's the missing thing here?"So your father has two children.
There's a crease between his eyebrows then, and he's clearly confused. "That's exactly what I said." There's an edge to his tone, but he's trying to keep it settled.What exactly was that like?
"You can look, if you want." He leans in close, ruffling his fingers through his hair with both hands before he extends them out. "I'm getting used to it."
Viewing memory #17021998193206
17th February, 1998 - 7:32:06pm
Christopher Hale stands between two individuals. His hands run the line of his face, his mouth wide open. He takes a breath, but it's shaking. He can't breathe. "Shit."
"Hey-" His then-wife - Addison Hale - interjects.
"Holy shit, though!" He tries anyway, because really, what were the odds.
And immediately, his now-wife - Heather Hale - stands to interrupt. "Please, hon. Let's just-"
But he can't stop, "You're both-"
"We're both." Addison offers gentle resolution with a small nod.
Still, he really can't, "And I'm-"
"You are." Heather serves a decent return. Still...
It's not that they know. Or that they know each other. It's that there are two of them; surprise is mandatory - "Jesus."And you're not upset about that.
"I'm not mad." His tone is reasonable as he shakes his head again. This time, his grin falters to something of an understanding smile. "I was never mad. I think they all just got it. That maybe what they had was a forever thing in a different way. Cause you can't help love, right?" Raising his hands, he held them together briefly before shaking them out again. "Because I think there's love, right. And then there's love." He shoots a hand out for emphasis. Love. "And if my dad loves my mom, but they both love other women, who's gonna get mad at it? Who gets to say someone should be mad at someone else for timing? It's mutual."
"And hey, just imagine what family dinner's like. You got a full table. No one hates each other. There's no crazy family drama. No hostility. Just understanding. Because of timing. We're dodging bombs here, people." He leans back in his chair, kicking his leg out for some kind of stability. His face is musing; where to go next? "We were just babies. It's not like we had any idea what we were dealing with. Or what we were apart of. It took a lot of time to get that mom's got more than a roommate."Do you mind if I see that?
He squeezes both his hands once. Twice. He hesitates with a twitch before offering his hands again; "Do I ever?"
Viewing memory #23042011090317
23rd April, 2011 - 9:03:17am
Addison - still Hale, despite the divorce - runs her hands together in front of herself nervously.
"Garrett." She says, her eyes falling on him momentarily before switching to look at his brother, "Gareth."
They both cringe on instinct, because they never got the name thing, and they never will.
"You know Lydia-"
"Yes." Gareth interjects. Garrett runs his hands through his hair and looks away. "We know Lydia."
Addison nods nervously, glancing her boys - even if one is only biological - up and down before she swallows the lump in her throat. She realises quickly that tears are forming in her eyes. Her hands are shaking, so she presses them together. She can't raise them to wipe her eyes.
"She's-"
"We know Lydia." Gareth tries again, and Garrett shifts to cradle his jaw in his hand, his hand covering the smile on his face.Your brother was there too.
"Course he was. It wasn't just news for me. He mightn't be a blood relative to her but that never mattered." He speaks with strained conviction, and there's clear enough tension in his jaw. The silence seems to unnerve him, and he looks away on instinct.You seem... Hesitant about that.
"I love Gareth. I mean, I really do, but he always feels more like a best friend than a brother type. It's not like we lived together. He stuck with dad, I went with mom. My mom. Birth mom. Shit." There's evident tension in his jaw as he briefly clenches his teeth together. "Sometimes we'd stay over, or whatever. But it wasn't that sorta relationship where... Y'know? He didn't check under my bed for monsters, or help me with homework, or cover for me when I snuck-"
Shifting his glance to the side slightly, he opens his mouth and twists it slightly, trying to ease the tension from the muscles around his jaw line. "Weekend brothers, that's what we called it when were were older. When things were different. But back then it was-" A pause. He runs one hand over the other, his nails dragging across the skin of the back of his hand a few times before he shakes it off. "I didn't talk much when I was a kid, apparently. Didn't like to socialise. I didn't talk to many people." Turning his head to the side again, he fought the eventual smirk that took his mouth; "Just five. But I liked talking to him."He protected you.
"I guess so." He shrugs once. He knows it's true, but he doesn't want to admit it. "When we were kids he used to call himself Batman. I think it was cause he was jealous of my middle name." His mouth twists slightly at the idea, but he still can't help the way it makes him smile. "It's a bit of a jerk move, to call himself that. A bit full of himself, but damn, I guess it was true enough. He was that kinda guy to me."Tell me about the shadows.
"Depends on what you want to know." His glance shifts to the corner of the room. To the outline of her chair, and the way it splays a slight dark edge onto the wall. "I'm pretty used to them by now. Years'll do that to you, won't it?"You need to tell me.
He seems to snap out of a daze and he glances back, his focus still not quite there. "Right, sorry." He shakes his head once more. "Yeah. What was I saying?"How many years?
"Two." He gives a little nod, and he takes a breath. His eyebrows furrow as he wonders over his definite answer. "Thereabouts." His voice wavers over the word slightly and he tilts his head to the side again, "Fourteenth- That was just before it happened. In May, yeah. Because..." Raising his hand, he extends his index finger and taps it against his palm, "Fifteenth-" Then his middle finger beside it, "Sixteenth- Yeah. Two. Everyone flew in for my birth-"Garrett?
He glances back at her. "Yes?"Can you tell me how it happened?
"Well," He draws the word out for another second or so, as if to find his footing. Or his nerve, "It's not a very interesting story, anyway. I fell through a bed, a floor and landed in the lounge room underneath it." He can't help but laugh at the fact, almost uncontrollably so. He runs his hand over his mouth to try and stifle the act, but it's difficult.
Eventually he ends with just a grin. "Have a look." He says, and he extends a hand out.
Viewing memory #01062012025354
1st June, 2012 - 02:53:54am
Garrett Hale is sleeping. Alone in his little bed on a Friday night. He's been stirring - little nightmares are shaking his subconscious, but not enough to actually wake him up.
In his dream, the ground is opening up. Swallowing him whole.
And it's dark. Dark enough that he can't see a thing around him. When he blinks a few times, his eyes adjust to the darkness but nothing's evident. This have faint outlines amongst the blackened reaches of life. And where he lands almost seems familiar.
He's hit the floor of the lounge room with heavy force and an audible thunk!
Suddenly, his eyes snap open.
He takes the sharpest breath he can, the air filling his lungs at such a rate it makes his head spin. He feels evident vertigo. He's disorientated.
He screams. His mother's rush the down the stairs and find him. Without a word, Addison Hale kneels to his side and hauls him into her arms.That must have been frightening.
He genuinely takes his time with the question. His eyes offer a look of confusion, like he's stuck between the two answers he wants to give. Laying his hands on his knees, he stares at them. Palms up. To the left. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, there's dream walking but it never does something like that, y'know? At least, I don't think it does." He considers it for a second before his eyes shift.
To the right. "But it's exhilarating. Once the guy comes to the door and explains it all to you." He admits, and his smile shows such an expression. Exhilaration. Excitement, like he's living it all again. "When I was a kid, I thought superheroes were awesome. I still do, actually. But back then I always wanted to be able to fly. Or super speed. Anything about crazy travel was just... Awesome." He nods to himself a few times, rolling his shoulders back and slouching in his chair. "So as much as - yeah - I was scared, I was also going crazy in the best way. It was like a dream come true. It was just..." His smile falters a fraction; "Far away."
But sure enough, he shakes his head. "Everyone was pretty glad it wasn't that much of a move. For me, anyway. I remember we talked for a bit about moving but... It's just too much to go from Massachusetts. The whole interstate thing. It's not a huge trip for everyone. That's what I kept saying, and really, I meant it."You were adamant about it?
"Oh, hell yeah." He throws his head back before leaning forward to nod at the fact. Because it is a fact. An incredibly serious one at that. "I love my family. Honestly, they're always going to be the most important people to me. They're my five." Uncertainty crosses his features as he glances at her, studying her expression.
"But they're a lot."Did you struggle to settle?
Immediately, his eyebrows furrow and he scrutinises her. He wonders where she got the question from, and why she bothers asking it. "No." It's a lie. A bold faced one. "Well, who doesn't?" Pausing, he sits forward in his chair again, bringing his hands together and interlocking his fingers. "I don't hate change. I love change. But I wasn't ready for it, and it took some adjusting to. Grades fell a bit, but they picked back up. I've never been great at socialising but that got better too."What changed?
"I got a best friend." He admits, his leg bouncing involuntarily as his smile grows. He glances away momentarily, releasing his hands to run one over the back of his neck a few times.Gareth.
He can't help the way he laughs at the fact; "The one and only."What changed with his enrolment?
"Oh, what?" He looks confused - more than he has during this whole session. "He's not a meta. He just got a license."So... Your schooling?
His attention is clearly shattered by the derailment. He shakes his head once and glances back at her. "What about it?"
Viewing memory #11082012140513
11th August, 2012 - 14:05:13pm
Garrett Hale sits at his desk in a classroom. He keeps his eyes on the surface in front of him. It's only when the teacher walks past that he looks up, and he takes what's offered to him.
He clutches paper in his hands and glances down. His last History paper got a B+, and he's pretty proud of that. It's a real step up.
His shoulder is tapped once, but he does move. Not until it's tapped twice. So he looks back. There's a girl, and she's smiling at him. He can't help but smile back.
"Good job, Garrett." She whispers, and he nods awkwardly as a way to say thank you.You don't feel noticed.
"Not really." He purses his lips at the idea, his mouth threatening a frown as he desperately tries to stop it. "Not in a good way. Not in the way you want."
Viewing memory #11082012151747
11th August, 2012 - 15:17:47pm
Garrett Hale walks the halls with his bag slung over his shoulder. He's still holding onto the paper in his hands, and he's still smiling. The girl who spoke to him in class has managed to keep him smiling for the last hour.
Suddenly, he feels a heavy force at his shoulder, and he's shoved to the side. His other shoulder hits the locker and he cringes at the pain.
"Nice job, Garrett." Calls a voice. It's a guy, that much he knows. He also knows he's being sarcastic. And as he walks off with his friends laughing, Garrett releases a hand and holds his shoulder.How did things change?
At first, he shrugs. And leans into his seat. He raises a foot to rest his ankle on his knee, his hands curling around his ankle on instinct. His foot twitches from time to time. "I guess I realised Robin can be Robin without Batman." He raises his eyebrows once, "He did fine on his own in Teen Titans. He can do fine on his own in the X-men."And why's that, Garrett?
He grins on instinct, unable to hide the amusement fro, his features. "Guess I was always in the shadows," His tone is sarcastic; he knows it's a lame thing to say, but he still thinks its hilarious; "Till I decided not to be."
Viewing memory #300514122427
30th May, 2014 - 12:24:27pm
Garrett Hale walks down the familiar halls, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn. He's here to pick up his last History paper; he got an A-, and he's proud enough to want to walk tall.
Until he feels pressure on his shoulder, and he's shoved heavily enough to knock his adjacent shoulder into a locker. "Outta the way!"
He leans against where he lands for a moment, feeling evident frustration building. He knows he should walk away. He wants to be able to walk away. But he can't.
"You get outta my way." He retorts, his fingers curling around the guy's jacket as he offers all his strength to toss him aside. The surprise means he manages to make it work. He hits the lockers, and Garrett stumbles to maintain his balance. "Jackass."Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Eddie
Age: Twenty-three
RP Experience: Nine(?) years
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