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The Sports Zone, West Deptford NJ - JLA Watchtower RPG
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The Sports Zone, West Deptford NJ
Trevor stands at the plate, bat cocked back as another load of balls is fed into the pitching machine. A second later he's swinging, everything forgotten but the ball and his bat. The monotony of the machine in its pitching barely gives Trevor time to think of the last days and weeks between swings, which is precisely why he's here. No one on the Outsiders knows of this as one of Trevor's hangouts, even Caleb, which also makes it a perfect place to take some aggression out on harmless baseballs.

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damage_girl From: damage_girl Date: November 13th, 2007 06:10 am (UTC) (Link)
Corrine knows to find Trevor here. He brought her here once, the place he goes when he's angry and not safe to take it out on the criminals...

And considering how fast he took off from the island after Cuba, she figured he'd be here.

She comes up to the cage he's batting at, sitting down on the bench behind him and just watching him for a while. Waiting for him to notice her, or not.
hotshot1280 From: hotshot1280 Date: November 13th, 2007 06:21 am (UTC) (Link)
There aren't many people that Trevor doesn't notice as soon as they enter his vicinity, thanks to the ability to sense heat. Regardless of what may have changed with Corrine, she still exudes the same heat aura, and Trevor doesn't even need to turn around to identify her or to follow her as she sits down. Two more balls come at long intervals, both sent back in the other direction with authority, before Trevor finally speaks. When he does, His voice is the mirror opposite of his body language.

"How's it going?"
damage_girl From: damage_girl Date: November 13th, 2007 06:36 am (UTC) (Link)
"Not very well, from the looks of it. You're here."

She moves closer to the cage. "I'm back. I've eaten. I've slept. It's enough right now."
hotshot1280 From: hotshot1280 Date: November 13th, 2007 06:47 am (UTC) (Link)
"That's good," Trevor tells her with a nod of his head before his bat connects with the last ball in the hopper. Trevor waves off the attendant who steps up to re-fill the machine, and hangs the bat on the edge of the cage. Stepping to the fence, he grabs a towel and wipes his hands, only looking up after a second or two.

"As for this," he says, waving to the cage and shrugging, "Just three months of fucked-upness needed to get beaten out."
damage_girl From: damage_girl Date: November 14th, 2007 05:10 am (UTC) (Link)
"Don't think it's that simple, or all the cool kids would be doin' it." She shrugs and smiles at him. "Or everybody is. I dunno. Guess I'm behind on things, huh?"
hotshot1280 From: hotshot1280 Date: November 14th, 2007 09:00 am (UTC) (Link)
Almost against his own will Trevor grins a little at the same old shrug-and-smile combo.

"You're not too far behind. Other than Travis being AWOL at the moment and Bobo coming out of rehab last week, Tara still works too much, Caleb worries too much, and Magique still wants our heads on a stick."

A pause.

"Actually, I take that back. Magique calling me 'Sweetheart' is new. And kind of creepy."
damage_girl From: damage_girl Date: November 14th, 2007 09:38 am (UTC) (Link)
"Regretting all those wishes to be too sexy for the costume?"

That's actually quite a world of 'eeww', but Corrine's stopped trying to make sense of anyone they wind up fighting. People can be messed up, and that's really all there is to it. "Light-- Kobra-- pretty much anyone who's allied with either is their own flavor of nutbar. 'Creepy' is the right word and probably what they're aiming for. Beyond that? The team?" She throws her hands up. "Same shit, bigger pile, right?"
hotshot1280 From: hotshot1280 Date: November 15th, 2007 11:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
"You don't know the half of it," Trevor mutters, grimacing theatrically.

"So what have you been up to while we've been making the superhero version of Days of Our Lives?
damage_girl From: damage_girl Date: November 16th, 2007 04:13 am (UTC) (Link)
"I do-- now." Yes, Corrine's still pissed off in the back of her head about everything she found out; how she found it out, going through three team members for it. Everyone was treating her like she had the plague, or otherwise nothing at all had happened.

As if I just got back from Tahiti or something, she thinks sourly.

"What I was up to--" She takes a breath and shrugs apathetically, but it turns into a fairly disgruntled gesture of failure from her arms. "I can't even begin. And I'm back so I guess it's not really important, is it?"
hotshot1280 From: hotshot1280 Date: November 17th, 2007 05:43 am (UTC) (Link)
Trevor stops collecting his equipment, looking up at Corrine.

"Even beyond the fact that you came back and smacked Kobra-Light-Whatever-He-Is-Now around like he owed you money, something happend that's made you a lot different. I'd call that important."
damage_girl From: damage_girl Date: November 17th, 2007 05:57 am (UTC) (Link)
She raises a brow and frowns a little. "What makes you think I'm different?"
hotshot1280 From: hotshot1280 Date: November 17th, 2007 05:59 am (UTC) (Link)
Trevor doesn't answer verbally. Instead he looks at the two baseballs in his left hand, and tosses them in Corrine's direction.
damage_girl From: damage_girl Date: November 17th, 2007 06:07 am (UTC) (Link)
She catches them both, one in each hand.
hotshot1280 From: hotshot1280 Date: November 17th, 2007 06:11 am (UTC) (Link)
Trevor smiles not only with knowledge, but with actual pleasure at the ease with which Corrine made the catches.

"Before you left, you would have caught the first ball, and then found a way to clock yourself in the head with the other one. And that's just the first thing I noticed."
damage_girl From: damage_girl Date: November 17th, 2007 07:06 am (UTC) (Link)
She sighs quietly, holding her hands out and offering the baseballs back to him. "I wouldn't know. I didn't come here to talk about me, anyway."
hotshot1280 From: hotshot1280 Date: November 17th, 2007 07:16 am (UTC) (Link)
Trevor takes the balls back, expecting and doing his best to ignore the tingle as their hands touch. He grimaces at her, but he corner of his mouth still twitches up as he realizes that her reflexes aren't the only things that got sharper while she was away.

Well, there go the days of distracting her with a ball of tin foil.

"I kind of figured. I just don't know what to say."
damage_girl From: damage_girl Date: November 17th, 2007 07:36 am (UTC) (Link)
To be honest, neither does Corrine. She didn't even realize until she was away that there was something she needed to be here for. Maybe she did and she was just too stupid to do anything competent about it. It's something she's used to doing, ruining everything she touches, no matter--

"I didn't mean to hurt you." She folds her arms and shrugs. "I don't know. I'm stupid. I'm not trying to brush it away but I don't even know where to start. You didn't deserve any of that."
hotshot1280 From: hotshot1280 Date: November 17th, 2007 07:54 am (UTC) (Link)
Trevor stops, and lets the towel fall into the bag as he stops pretending to be distracted with gathering his things. Hurt. As long as it hadn't been said out loud, he'd been able to pretend it hadn't existed. His face works as he opens and closes his mouth as if to speak, and then finally looks up at Corrine. Looking at her, his first thought is that looking her in the eye isn't nearly as painful as he expected.

"I know you didn't," he says, "And you don't need to call yourself stupid, because you didn't mean to hurt me any more than I meant to-"

Trevor's mouth works silently again as he tries to find words that are nice and neutral to describe what happened, and feels something in him finally snap.

"-Any more than I meant to fall in love with you" he makes himself say, and stops.

And now it's time for some more abandonment issues, boys and girls. Hope Caleb's up to a liver-abuse spree.
damage_girl From: damage_girl Date: November 17th, 2007 08:06 am (UTC) (Link)
"I'm stupid because I don't deserve it. I can't--"

She can't reciprocate. She can't even say they'll always be friends, because she's never been a very good friend, either. "I manipulated and used you, even if I didn't mean to. And then after the fact I tried to put it away, because I was hurting and-- Now that I know how that must've sounded to you-- with Sand and I-- I'm sorry. I didn't know, I would've never..." She grimaces, looking away.
hotshot1280 From: hotshot1280 Date: November 18th, 2007 06:35 am (UTC) (Link)
"You weren't stupid for that. And what am I supposed to do?" Trevor asks, frustrated. "Hate you? My da- the sperm donor has me confused enough without trying to figure out how to hate someone for loving them."
damage_girl From: damage_girl Date: November 18th, 2007 07:04 am (UTC) (Link)
"I'm not asking you to hate me. Just-- just--"

She throws her hands up. Corrine isn't sure what she came here looking for. She came to apologize. More than that? She didn't know. "Look, you were a friend to me and I stomped on that. I heard about what Amelia did to you in the attack. That was personal, because of me. I'm tired of people being a target because of me, defending me and taking the brunt of all my anger and telling me it's okay! It's not, Trevor! Stop defending me! I don't deserve it, I'm not g--"

She shrinks back a little. "I'm not good."
hotshot1280 From: hotshot1280 Date: November 20th, 2007 08:19 am (UTC) (Link)
"First of all, you're a little hard on yourself saying you're 'not good'" Trevor tells her, setting down his bag, "In case you didn't think it matters, the fact that you had a shitty childhood might have something to do with some of the decisions you've made. The point is, you've never stopped trying to be better than you were, and you never stopped becoming better than you were."

"And as for defending you, or taking some flak for defending you, I made that choice myself, and I did it even after you hurt me because I forgave you. The good potential outweighs the bad actions, is what it comes down to."
damage_girl From: damage_girl Date: November 29th, 2007 05:28 am (UTC) (Link)
"I don't know how to reconcile all that," she says after a few long minutes of silence. "I know it's just--"

Corrine digs her hands into her pockets, shrugging. It's hard not to think of the things she's caused. Whether she meant to or not, by some near or other unrelated means, her chaos has split families apart. Tara seems half-dead and only running on fury, and Caleb's lost his sister for the second time. "I don't know how to fix all this. I feel like it might as well have been my boot kicking everything down and now I can't fix it. What good has this fucking nightmare been if I can't even-- if I can't fix all this wrong."
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