what goes bump in the night? [hadley]

[NICK JORDAN HART]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, bpx-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333a4d; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333a4d; -webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333a4d; width: 450px; height: 330px; background: url(http://i43.tinypic.com/25sbs6x.png); border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px;] [style= background: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/2dbw5ye.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border-radius: 50px 50px 0px 0px; border: 3px solid #bcaf9e; opacity: .8; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;] [/style] What was so great about being a charmed one? Nick Hart didn't know. He hadn't dared tell his brothers, but he didn't want this. All of a sudden it was their job to destroy evil and protect everyone, he felt like this responsibility was suffocating him. There wasn't really a way out of it, no way in hell he would try running away and leave his brothers to fend for themselves. For some reason there wasn't another bloodline of three stronger than theirs, and he hated it. Why couldn't things just go back to how they used to be? Already they couldn't really lead normal lives thanks to their magic, and this just made it that much worse. As much as he wished the Haliwells hadn't died, there wasn't really anything he could do about it. Now he was trying so hard to get better, wanting to master his witch and whitelighter powers as quickly as possible. Nick didn't want to be the reason the power of three failed, he was well aware that he had to become stronger so he wouldn't be killed off. Or worse, one of his brothers. No, he had to protect them. In order to do that he had to train. For the past few nights he had felt so restless, which hadn't helped the stress in the least. Quietly he had sneaked out of his home without alerting his brothers and made his way over to the forest, something he had been doing for almost an entire week now. The lack of sleep only seemed to help everything snowball and he felt as if he was about to crack under the pressure. Yet still he hadn't uttered a single word of it to his brothers, as usual bottling everything up so he wouldn't worry them. This wasn't healthy in the least, but he wasn't going to do a damned thing about it. When he literally couldn't endure anymore, that would be when everything exploded at once. Nick at least had the mind to dress in a warm coat and gloves and hat and boots and everything, since he was going out in the middle of the night during winter. Parking the car on the outskirts of the forest, he made his way into the dark woods alone. The young brunette had memorized the path to a certain clearing and he followed it easily enough with the help of his flashlight, it was almost completely dark otherwise since it was almost a new moon. It seemed completely silent to him, except for the sounds of the snow crunching beneath his boots and his own shallow breaths. There was one reason the youngest of the Hart trio ventured all the way out here: to train. He didn't want to accidentally wake his brothers up by practicing in the middle of the night at home, and this was the most private place he could think to go. Once he reached his clearing, he brushed newly fallen snow off a large rock before climbing on top of it and sitting with his legs crossed. Nick also had his old backpack from high school, and he was using it to carry around a few scrap pieces of paper. On these papers were spells and potions that he had been working on, which he was now reviewing so he could practice them. Absently he took an old and broken stop watch out of his pocket while he was reading, playing with it in his left hand. The papers were on his lap while his right held the flashlight in place, young Nick all but lost to the world as those innocently blue eyes of his scanned the words he had previously jotted down. For now he was just checking his work over, moving to cross things out and add in new incantations or ingredients every now and again. He would get to actually practicing soon enough, which was why he came all the way out here so he hopefully wouldn't be spotted by any humans.

[HADLEY GABRIELLE WALSH]

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a step closer apart,

Stake-outs weren't all that exciting, despite of what action movies wanted to convince the general public. For every interesting thing that happened, a hundred mundane would pass by that rarely held significance to anyone. To Hadley however, every little detail was a possible difference between success and vanquish. Just because these weren't the Halliwells didn't mean she was going to make the same reckless mistake dozens of other demons were probably planning on making; attack blind to kill the brothers while they were new to the gig. Being new hadn't stopped the original charmed ones, and they didn't even have powers all their lives like the Hart's had. Precisely the reason she wanted to get inside, learn every little thing about the brothers as human beings as well as witches. Weakness always lied in ones humanity, she learned that the hard way.

Which was why she was currently freezing her coated behind off in a forest for about three hours, awaiting the same scenario she'd observed every night for the last couple of days stalking the Hart manor: the youngest to come out here at a considerably late hour. Putting her plan in motion required an opening, a way for her to go further than watching from a protected distance where she could only get so much about the trio. It was a bold gamble that went wrong for many others where charmed ones were concerned, but Hadley had no intention to fail in separating her identity in plain sight from the one behind curtain number two. Not unless it was to advantage somewhere down the road anyway, but such notions were a long time from becoming considered in the slightest. Right now main objective was to get to the heart of the action, to one of the brothers.

Neither was omitted initially in the decision process, Nick was just unfortunate enough to win out in pros and cons. Compared to the other two he was not only the youngest and most inexperienced, he also much to Hadley's liking seemed to be in habit of keeping a secret or two from his siblings, if the sneaking around was any indication. That could come in useful provided she played her cards right. Most insignificant nudges in the 'right' direction could have most prominent impacts if implemented in the right way, at the right moment. Currently Nick Hart was a blank page she could have a lot of fun filling up with new ideas, and she knew exactly how to go about it.

Hadley prepared the stage for her little performance well, wandering around the forest in cautious steps purposefully leaving footprints in the snow while creating a second set to accompany her with a pair of conjured men's boots enchanted to walk by themselves personal gain be darned. If looked for it genuinely appeared as though a second person was with her initially, one that departed in a hurry. How observant the boy was she had no idea, but hell freeze over if she allowed even the slightest chance of doubt about anything she would say tonight.

Figuring he had to be in place by now she slowly headed in his usual spot, trying to be as quiet as possible. Indeed spotting the back of her target's head from behind a tree at the beginning of the clearing she moved back, faking a double-take at seeing another presence. Naturally she had to step on a dry twig, alerting the kid to her presence more thoroughly. "Son of a," She hissed, grabbing the first thing off the ground her gloved hand found --a rock-- and dashing behind the tree-trunk before Nick turned around. The game has begun.

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[NICK JORDAN HART]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, bpx-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333a4d; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333a4d; -webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333a4d; width: 450px; height: 330px; background: url(http://i43.tinypic.com/25sbs6x.png); border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px;] [style= background: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/2dbw5ye.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border-radius: 50px 50px 0px 0px; border: 3px solid #bcaf9e; opacity: .8; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;] [/style] The youngest Hart was well aware that he had a long ways to go, and right at that moment he was making a foolish mistake. It would have been a much better idea for him to stay at home with his brothers, considering all the evil ones out to get him. The threats hadn't really settled in fully yet, and he was basically a sitting duck at the moment. Nick may as well been cut off from the world, he was squinting down at his papers and concentrating on them so much. However, his senses were still able to pick up on some things, such as a noise in the silence. Nick looked up from his papers and turned around, he could have sworn that was where it had come from. "Hey, anyone there?" The teenage witch called out, his flashlight pointed towards the trees as he tried to spot what could have been the source. After a few short seconds of silence, he slid off the rock and left his papers and backpack on it, only taking his light with him as he made slow and cautious steps towards the outskirts of the clearing. Maybe the paranoia and lack of sleep was getting to him, at least that's all he hoped it was. "Who's there?" He tried again as he reached the tree line, having no idea that he was becoming an unwilling participate to this game, whatever it was. Nick swallowed in nervousness, half worried that maybe there was a windego or something. It was almost a full moon though, so didn't that mean there wouldn't be any monsters out? Not really, it was so dark... The boy had to take a calming breath before he continued into the forest, not planning on going far in his search since he didn't want to get lost. And he couldn't really help it if the grip he had on his flashlight tightened, his entire body tense and ready to strike. This seemed like the beginning of a bad horror movie, to him.

[HADLEY GABRIELLE WALSH]

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a step closer apart,

For a moment she thought he wouldn't notice at all, absorbed in those papers of his as Nick was. That would have been mildly disappointing, taking a very entertaining moment of surprise away from Hadley's list of 'next move' options. Lady luck had smiled upon her it seemed when the young and charmed called out, making her smirk. So he was that type. Personally the phoenix loved when people who didn't pay attention during horror movies went cliché and always inquired whether someone was there. As if the bad guy was gonna be like 'Yeah, I`m in the kitchen!'. Made the job for demons that much easier whenever a witch acted so idiotically instead of doing the smart thing. Not that that would have helped him with her, had she wanted him dead he would already be going cold.

Avoiding the beam of light that swept through the area, still hidden behind the large tree Hadley waited while he inched closer, gripping the rock she picked up while calculating how close he was with each step he took. Once in near vicinity, she threw the rock into a particularly dark spot among the trees to turn his attention that way before jumping out from behind the trunk and tackling him to the ground. Off task she wondered how much chance of a shared cold they had after the roll in snow --sneezy number one and two, what a picture that'd make-- as she scrambled up and straddled his back, pinning his arms safely to the ground. Even through the little rough housing the phoenix held back from her full capabilities; she couldn't have him knowing she could break him like a twig. And she needed him in more or less full health. Still, right now she felt a whole lot more comfortable with his his back than she did with his front, not in the slightest desiring a blast of fire from the eyes of a panicking witch.

"Somebody in possession of a pepper spray, so no funny business pal," She finally answered his previously asked question, then leaned in closer to study his face like she was determining his threat level to her well being. His forgotten flashlight provided some little light even though it was pointing in the opposite direction, illuminating her frown. "Hm. You don't look like a homicidal axe killer." An astute observation in a perfect imitation of a hesitating voice. Yet she made no move to get off of him or slacken the hold on his arms. "Or a crazed satanist. Which would make this a whole lot awkward. Who are you?"

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[NICK JORDAN HART]

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[HADLEY GABRIELLE WALSH]

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a step closer apart,

Struggle was expected, hell, it was instinctual. It was surprising to her actually that he hadn't orbed on contact. Whitelighter's teleportation powers were usually activated on fright, so either he had some semblance of unconscious control or he really was just that bad at the use of his abilities. No wonder he needed these little training trips if that was the case. She was probably the only agent on the side of evil who wanted him alive right now, and the phoenix could literally feel the built up stress on every one of his muscles under her hold. Was she helping him then with this little stint as a bottom? Physically at this moment definitely no, but in the long run it was an inevitable, long overdue toughening of the soft and squishy. Getting himself killed he'd be of no use to her whatsoever, and no demons would go easy on him. If he thought he couldn't handle a mortal girl it might provide incentive.

A slight shiver wracked through Hadley's frame as the cold snow steadily soaked through her jeans. Already previously exposed to three hours of this accursed weather she was starting to feel the effects, now that she wasn't moving around. Freezing your bum off was something one couldn't simulate perfectly without the actual freezing taking place. For once in her life she wasn't thrilled by her astounding theatrical prowess, wishing that she conjured a lighter beforehand. Too bad now that she was having him believe she was a mortal her powers were off the chessboard. Greater cause, she reminded herself mentally. "I don't think so," She muttered to his bold request to get off. Boys, so impolite when out of their comfort zone. Much to her smug realization she felt him relax a tiny bit once he heard her speak, seemingly confused out of his mind and not taking a female as a threat equal to a male. Perfect.

"Axe killer, satanist, psychopathic menace to society. Your business could be anything at all, the attitude and name calling don't exactly plead your case here. Let's see if you're armed," she shot back, not moving an inch when he resumed squirming like a rabbit taken for slaughter. No, instead she yanked his arms behind his back and pressed them down with one arm and her entire torso, moving her other to perform a clumsy body search for concealed weapons. Pretending to be satisfied finding none she straightened. "Maybe. If you tell me, 'just Nick', why are you out here at this hour if you're not a shady existence?"

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[NICK JORDAN HART]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, bpx-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333a4d; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333a4d; -webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333a4d; width: 450px; height: 330px; background: url(http://i43.tinypic.com/25sbs6x.png); border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px;] [style= background: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/2dbw5ye.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border-radius: 50px 50px 0px 0px; border: 3px solid #bcaf9e; opacity: .8; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;] [/style] Honestly, it was so rare that Nick used his orbing that it wasn't a reflex for him, he hadn't even thought of it. Though it turned out to be a good thing, at least it would have been if she was really a human as she was pretending to be. Orbing in front of a mortal would have been a huge mistake, no doubt. But he was sorely tempted to, it was frustrating as hell that he wasn't able to shake a girl off. Since she wasn't using powers, he shouldn't need them to get away from her, right? Sure, that would be true if she was just a human, but she wasn't. And he didn't know it. The Charmed One gave her a disbelieving look when she went on to elaborate on what she suspected him of doing out here, at least he tried to with the position he was in. "I'm not out here for anything like that, and I don't have- Ouch! Damn it, let go," he cut himself off with that cry of pain, when his arms were pulled behind his back so forcefully. The jerking movement and strain were threatening to pull his arms out of socket, at least that was how it felt. And when he tried pulling his arms free, it only made the pain worse, it felt like he was about to pull them out himself. Again he stopped struggling, not wanting to hurt himself even worse. Usually Nick wouldn't mind a girl touching him, but at the moment he hated it. If only the situation was different and she wasn't just feeling him up for weapons. Initially he just growled at her when she asked why he was out here, not really wanting to tell her. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as if he had much of a choice. "I was just out here studying, usually it's a nice and quiet place. And what about you, huh? Do you come out here to tackle everyone you see to the ground?" Still he sounded so pissy, he tried and failed to send a glare up at her. It probably didn't help calm him down any that his face was just about numb now thanks to the stingingly cold snow, and he was starting to shiver since the snow was melting and his clothes absorbed the ice cold water.

[HADLEY GABRIELLE WALSH]

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a step closer apart,

Hadley had to exert every last inch of willpower to hide her amusement at the look he gave her upon the realization what he thought she 'thought' he was doing here. Thankfully her professionalism won out, her expression remaining neutral. Sparing his mildly bruised ego eternal offense. Already it was embarrassing enough how much noise he was making over so little as yanked arms, when she wasn't even using half the pressure she could. If demons specializing in torture got a hold of him he'd most likely fold like origami. This was her big power player, wonderful. Shaping 'just Nick' subtly up was going be a job of work. "I'm supposed to take your word for that? And I'm not tearing you limb from limb," she commented at his cry of pain but loosened her grip by a little to grant more comfort, as though snapping out from defcon one.

"Studying. In the middle of the night, out in the cold forest. When you must have a nice warm bed somewhere, far more suited for that. Are you trying to make yourself less or more suspicious there, Bucky?" she questioned, referencing her favorite novel's protagonist as a jab at his growl. "As for me, might be hard coming around to tackle people on frequent basis. I've never been here before in my life. Dumbest idea yet," her voice dropped an octave and turned wistful saying the last words, cutting off before anything else slipped past her lips. Noticing the shivers were worsening she frowned, aware that very soon he'd be in need of a defrost next to a blazing furnace. Hadley didn't have a furnace handy nor did she really want them sporting matching sneezes, regardless of how comfortable a throw pillow he made. On another occasion she had to try if the front was softer to sit on, once he wasn't busy soaking up the winter beauty like a sponge.

Slowly, in hesitant movements she let go of his arms entirely, until her hands merely gently rested on the sleeves of his coat. "I want to see your books. If you've come to study you have to have them, right?" The unsaid promise was clear: he agreed to show her, she got up. If he didn't, the girl already proved she had fast reflexes. Getting off the ground was as important to her as it was to Nick, with jeans already thoroughly soaked from the knees down she was starting to shiver as bad as the witchlighter beneath. Hopefully he had some idea on how to avoid appearing a lunatic with a bag full of Harry Potter's school supplies.

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[NICK JORDAN HART]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, bpx-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333a4d; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333a4d; -webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333a4d; width: 450px; height: 330px; background: url(http://i43.tinypic.com/25sbs6x.png); border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px;] [style= background: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/2dbw5ye.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border-radius: 50px 50px 0px 0px; border: 3px solid #bcaf9e; opacity: .8; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;] [/style] The youngest Hart may have been over exaggerating with his pained yelp, but he really just didn't care. Maybe his reaction would have been more calm if he hadn't been so stressed already, so ready to snap at everything. It wasn't any sort of secret in his family that he didn't do well under pressure, and this was both literally and figuratively. "Yes you are. And how about I pin you in the snow and see how you react, huh?" Nick huffed, tugging to get his arms free lightly as if testing the waters. "I didn't want to bother my brothers," he explained simply, because it was the truth. Just not the whole thing. "There's just a lot going on right now and I just didn't want to bother them... And I still don't know why you're even out here," Nick changed the subject back to her again, even though it was clear he didn't really have any power in his situation. Sure he could always just orb away, but he still thought she was just a mortal. So he just laid there beneath her shivering in the snow and experiencing the first stages of hypothermia. Nick let out a little sigh when his arms were released, though he still felt those hands on his arms reminding him how easy it would be for her to pin him again. "I, um," he froze up, automatically nervous when she mentioned his books. Right, all he had were a few papers with spells and potions on them, and that certainly wasn't normal. The youngest Hart managed to land himself in quite the dilemma, and he couldn't think of a very good way to take care of this. "Erm, sure, of course you can see 'em," Nick told her hesitantly, awkward because he wasn't really sure what the hell he was going to do about this hole he managed to dig himself in. Maybe if he was lucky, he would be able to get to his papers before she did and tear them all up. Or pass it off as an extensive research assignment he was doing on wiccan practices. For now, he just wanted off the freezing cold ground.

[HADLEY GABRIELLE WALSH]

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a step closer apart,

Current predicament, aided by the huffy Charmed One's attitude, reminded the prospective assassin of those kid's movies so horribly bad they were almost watchable. Not having any other kids to play with during childhood she couldn't say whether they really rough housed like this sometimes, or the clips just exaggerated. Closest she had come to that kind of experience was her mother teaching her to fight and avoid deadly projectiles, which by regular standards wasn't the warmest family moment. Regular was for normal humans, though. She wasn't meant to 'rough house' without intending serious harm, let alone find it kind of fun. "Are you kidding? Take the word of a stranger in a dark place, without proof, when that's how young women tend to get killed?" she asked incredulously, tightening her hold at his tugs again, reminding him resistance was futile. "My reaction might depend on circumstances. Tell you what, provided you'll prove you're as innocent as you claim to be, you can pin me in the snow to your heart's content. Fair enough?" The snow part she definitely wouldn't enjoy if he took her up on the offer, but sacrifices had to be made.

"Education, the key to your future, would be a bother? What, you share a room where light might keep them up? How old are you, anyway?" The dubious intonation was impossible to miss. So was the chill creeping into her words, chill Hadley made no attempt covering up. Exploiting her own mortality, her own susceptibility to cold and disease had to have been a new one entirely, at least when tricking witches. Demons certainly couldn't ever appear this convincing, with their elevated body temperature and most of the time wrong takes on humanity. Surprise, surprise, they all failed facing power of three. "I don't know whether I should be telling you why I'm here, you could still turn out to be some kind of creep. Let's say I was searching for something, and I may or may not have gotten confused navigating the area." Fancy way to imply she was lost among trees, a statement not at all hard to believe once her whole appearance was taken in. With slightly disheveled hair, mildly runny nose, and shivers increasing proportionally to cold water seeping through to her legs she certainly looked the part.

Finding his freeze-up outwardly fishy her arms tensed up, ready to put him right back in the position he'd almost gotten himself free of. "Problem?" she asked, frowning. Hadley could just visualize gears turning in Nick's head. It strongly resembled a puppy trying to figure out a way to obtain the delicious forbidden treat without the master noticing. Foolish considering there was a bag full of spells just meters away; simplest thing to do was adapt a power switching one so it switched papers instead. Muse assigned to Hart's case clearly wasn't doing a very good job. "Alright. I'm standing up. But first strange move, you meet my pepper spray up close and personal," the girl warned, slowly rising up on cold-numbed feet. Once safely a step away she grabbed the abandoned flashlight off the ground, pointing it at the dark haired male with obvious intent on watching his behavior carefully, her other hand swiftly pulling out a small canister from her left coat pocket. Officially this was first they'd see each other face to face, and the phoenix put on an admirable display of badly concealed anxiety underneath a doubting, cautious front. "Go on, get the books. You first, I'll follow a few steps after," she inclined her head toward his rock, wanting to give him some room for a quick chant. Hopefully inspiration worked it's magic.

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