Kyle and Yvette - Friday evening
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xp_logsKyle comes to talk to Yvette after her email, and a lot of shouting ensues. Productive shouting - it takes one to know one.
The talk with Mr. Kane and emailing the apologies had made her less angry, but she was still stressed. And a stressed Yvette was a spiky Yvette, which was why she was out at the wood shed, working on the large pile of wood that needing splitting. She'd moved up from making kindling, using her whole hand in a sort of 'karate chop' to split the smaller logs. Anything she could lift, pretty much. Besides, she had punishment chores to fulfill and punishment suited her just now. Mr. Kane had made her realise just how stupid she'd been.
No food, no books, no random cool thing from the internet, no 'hey, I just found out where the "insert small animal here' is denning/nesting/has babies, wanna go see' expression on his face. Just Kyle, making a very unusually large amount of noise heading towards the woodshed. An especially unusually large amount of noise, even for someone who couldn't skulk around the grounds silently - it would've been loud had it been anyone. No sense in scaring Yvette half out of her skin, he'd figured. She might -maybe- think he was coming to yell at her, but she wouldn't bolt. He hoped.
The noise helped - as it was, Yvette looked up as he approached, eyes flaring briefly and then dulling. Facial expressions were still a bit difficult with the degree of skin hardening, but those who knew her would have recognised the moment of worry, then resignation. She stepped away from the log she had been working on, trying not to fidget too much.
"Okay bite-sized, we gotta talk." Kyle pushed some debris off a stump that had been dragged over to be thrown in the woodchipper - by Cain, not by him. He still wasn't trusted around anything sharp that could possibly eat his fingers or toes, at least not by his boss. Sitting down on it, he pulled one leg up, resting his crossed arms on his knee. "I'm not gonna bitch you out, but I'm pretty sure you didn't get my email back, so you don't know that, right?"
She shook her head no. "I was afraid of what people might be saying," she confessed. "And my powers were being too hard, so I came out to here." She sighed a little. "It has not been such the good powers week for me."
"Fled to the woods so you wouldn't have to deal with folks, and so you wouldn't lose your cool and give someone another set of stitches?" Kyle was still just annoyed enough to be very blunt. And maybe, he thought, people had been a little -too- polite to Yvette sometimes. It was very easy to forget that the very small, very quiet and polite voice housed someone who could cut through steel if she wanted. He raised one hand and flexed his fingers, extending his claws past the normal halfway out day-to-day length. "Because you flipped your shit and you don't do anything really stupid again, right?"
She flinched a little at his words, but looked up at him and nodded. "I was saying to Mr. Kane, being angry... it was feeling good. I did not have to be careful. So it is best that I do not be around people, until I can be sure that I am safe again." If anyone could understand that, Kyle - and Kevin, who was caught up with his school and powers issues - could. And to be perfectly honest, she didn't feel comfortable about possible confrontations inside. There were too many things that could go wrong if she couldn't handle it.
"Harsh truth, you're never gonna be safe around people. Not unless you figure out how to turn that off, and maybe not even then." Okay, maybe he was still a little angry. "You can't just stuff being angry in a closet and hope it goes away, Yvette. You can't. If you do, you end up exploding and hurting someone, or doing something really goddamn stupid." The claws stayed out, even though Kyle once again rested his hands on his raised knee. "And you can't avoid everyone every time you get pissed off. "
"Then what can I be doing?" she shot back, a little nettled. The sudden flare of anger reflected in her hair bristling behind her and at the movent, she sighed, visibly taking a breath. "I do not know what to do, Kyle. My powers are meaning I cannot be angry or upset, because I become sharp. But if I cannot stop the feelings, I cannot be around anyone. I do not want to be hurting anyone again."
"No, your powers mean that when you get angry, you have to stop and think and not just run off being angry." Kyle retorted. "Which yeah, I'm not so great at myself sometimes, because it's really goddamn hard to not want to make people -hurt- when they've done something to hurt you, or hurt your friends." He shook himself, trying to clear away a surge of his own temper and then leaned forward towards Yvette. "Which is pretty much what you wanted to do to those mafia guys, right? Make them hurt because they'd hurt you and kids like you?"
"I wanted to make him afraid, like I was afraid. I did not know there would be the other men there," she admitted. "I... do not know if I would have been hurting him."
"From what Laurie and Angelo said, you were pretty hell bent on something anyway. Got mad, didn't think past that, huh?" And despite the harsh words, Kyle briefly gave Yvette a somewhat wry grin. "Hey there, Miss Pot, I'm Mr. Kettle, nice to meet you. Being angry is part of being a person. There's always stuff that's gonna piss you off. Always. Are you gonna let it turn you into a monster? Or a hermit?" And he knew just how much Yvette didn't like being called a monster, which is why he said it. Now was not the time for being goofy.
"It is not like they have been asking me if I was going to be hurting him!" she shot back, stung by the use of the 'm' word. "Yes, I was being angry, but that man stole my life! He is the reason I cannot be controlling my powers, why I will never have the normal life, and never be able to touch the person, to look like the normal person and not the horror movie person! Because he took me away and was selling me, like the piece of meat!" She paused then, breathing hard, eyes blazing and her fingers and toes like long knives. "Perhaps I am already being the monster," she said then, holding up her hands. "This body, it is made for the hurting. And some times I do not think I can be anything more than that." She turned back to the chopping block, hacking the log balanced there into small chunks with one angry swipe.
Kyle stared at Yvette for a long time, mirroring her upturned hands with his own, claws out. "You can't turn your power off, you look like something out of a horror movie and everyone assumes you're gonna be violent all the time? What do you want me to do, Yvette, tell you that yeah, sure, that's okay, I mean, I gotta live with it every day and I'm not gonna go be a monster, but sure, it's just fine if you go off and be one."
She looked away. "I was not meaning that," she muttered, ashamed. Then she looked back at him. "You can touch the people, Kyle. You can kiss them. You have the girls on the journals all wanting to have your attention. It is not the same for me. And it makes me hurt, inside." It came out almost plaintive, the sixteen year old girl that people tended to forget behind the small stature and androgynous build.
"Life sucks, wear a cup." Kyle snapped out, before thinking. "Okay, that came out wrong. Yeah, it sucks. And it's easy to forget, because you're doing the same thing I do. You stay quiet and super polite and don't let anyone see anything you think is bad, so that no one is scared of you. But what are you gonna do about it? Just give up and stop trying to get control and hide under a dark rock writing bad emo poetry?"
She glared at him, actually glared, her eyes burning. "I did not say I would not keep trying," she retorted stiffly. "This is what I am doing now. I do not have anything else to be doing to be helping my training, so I am using the chores to be making the anger not so hard to control and keeping away from people until I can be sure I will not hurt them. It is not the perfect thing, but it is all I can be doing."
"Is it? Or are you doing it because it's easy?" Kyle waved pointed in the general direction of 'his' tree and shrugged. "You go out here every time you're angry, or scared, and you're never gonna learn how to deal with it when you can't leave. Yeah, I head out sometimes when I'm pissed off, because it does work, and it's not a bad thing to do, but you can't do it all the time. Which means you gotta find some ways to deal with it that don't mean hiding. If you're not learning how to deal with it, you're still giving up. What's gonna happen when someone calls you a freak and you can't leave?" If she was going to remind him that she was sixteen and not a little girl, he was going to hold her to it. "Or are you gonna just not bother with school past high school? Because there are some -real- assholes out on those campuses." Two, just in the morning that he'd gone to buy textbooks. It hadn't helped his mood -any- and he'd already been cranky because of the leg, and Laurie being, well, Laurie.
"I don't know!" she burst out. She stood there, chest heaving slightly with the force of her emotions, eyes blazing brighter than they ever had before. "I don't know, Kyle," she repeated in a softer voice then, breath hitching a little. "I want to be learning to control, but nothing is being working. And it seems that no-one wants to be helping. They say so, but then they are too busy with the X-Men missions or people are being hurt or they are going away. So I am trying on my own, but I do not know what else to do."
"Did you ask? I mean, really? Or did you just go all quiet and decide that you weren't gonna bother anyone?" Kyle suspected it was both - everyone was busy, but Yvette also was unlikely to ask more than once or twice. And he felt guilty, because of anyone, he should've seen it, and he'd been too busy as well. "So, do you wanna know what I think?" he asked, quite seriously.
"I tried to ask. But it is hard to be asking for help." A cop-out, but there were aspects of herself that she was having more trouble than others changing. And, a small part of herself pointed out, a little disgruntledly, it wasn't as if there were other students doing as little to get help. With a tired sigh, she plopped down on the cutting block, eyes dimming slightly. "I am sorry, Kyle. I do not want to be fighting. Please to tell me what you think."
"I think you owe me pizza for getting me shot." Kyle said blandly. Garrison's comments about him whining might've been right, but he was still getting at least a pizza out of this. "And while you're ordering a pizza, I'm gonna go see if I can get you somewhere to go -be- angry without hurting anyone or breaking anything." Well, not breaking much anyway. The drones were a bit damage-able. "Where one of us can keep an eye on you and you don't have to be alone, and you won't you know, deforest the entire woods. Because I'm pretty sure Mr. Marko would flip his shit if you went all Agent Orange on the grounds. And then you're gonna promise me that you're gonna talk to Doc Samson about being angry, and ways to deal with it that don't involve hiding or hitting people."
She blinked at him, confused for a moment. This was one of those trust situations Mr. Kane had talked to her about, wasn't it? Slowly, she nodded. "I think I can be doing that," she said, with a small, stiff smile. "The pizza, I am meaning. Mr. Samson and I are already talking about the anger. I just did not realise that there was so much anger there. Until I am hearing about the man, any way." Another attempt at a smile through her powers-stiffened skin. "The Everything That Is Being Meat Pizza, yes?"
"I spent about my first month here pissed off at everyone and everything. And then I beat the crap out of Jay, and he hit me over the head with a chair. So I got the anger management stuff from pretty much day one." Kyle explained, unfolding from his stump and stretching out his still very slightly achy leg. "I kinda take it for granted,
and forget that not everyone else has it in their face all the time. And yeah, pretty much any meat they have, unless it's spicy. And no olives." He intended to share the pizza, but that could wait until it arrived to tell Yvette. And olives on pizza were just gross.
But right now, he had to go find out if he could manage to talk people into letting Yvette use the Danger Room to work things out. She shouldn't have to resort to outside and alone -every- time she got mad or upset. Outside was fine if the weather cooperated, but alone wasn't. That way went down the road of always avoiding people.
Or having Garrison throw you in the lake for being a bitch, Kyle thought. It was possible he needed to take his own advice sometimes.
The talk with Mr. Kane and emailing the apologies had made her less angry, but she was still stressed. And a stressed Yvette was a spiky Yvette, which was why she was out at the wood shed, working on the large pile of wood that needing splitting. She'd moved up from making kindling, using her whole hand in a sort of 'karate chop' to split the smaller logs. Anything she could lift, pretty much. Besides, she had punishment chores to fulfill and punishment suited her just now. Mr. Kane had made her realise just how stupid she'd been.
No food, no books, no random cool thing from the internet, no 'hey, I just found out where the "insert small animal here' is denning/nesting/has babies, wanna go see' expression on his face. Just Kyle, making a very unusually large amount of noise heading towards the woodshed. An especially unusually large amount of noise, even for someone who couldn't skulk around the grounds silently - it would've been loud had it been anyone. No sense in scaring Yvette half out of her skin, he'd figured. She might -maybe- think he was coming to yell at her, but she wouldn't bolt. He hoped.
The noise helped - as it was, Yvette looked up as he approached, eyes flaring briefly and then dulling. Facial expressions were still a bit difficult with the degree of skin hardening, but those who knew her would have recognised the moment of worry, then resignation. She stepped away from the log she had been working on, trying not to fidget too much.
"Okay bite-sized, we gotta talk." Kyle pushed some debris off a stump that had been dragged over to be thrown in the woodchipper - by Cain, not by him. He still wasn't trusted around anything sharp that could possibly eat his fingers or toes, at least not by his boss. Sitting down on it, he pulled one leg up, resting his crossed arms on his knee. "I'm not gonna bitch you out, but I'm pretty sure you didn't get my email back, so you don't know that, right?"
She shook her head no. "I was afraid of what people might be saying," she confessed. "And my powers were being too hard, so I came out to here." She sighed a little. "It has not been such the good powers week for me."
"Fled to the woods so you wouldn't have to deal with folks, and so you wouldn't lose your cool and give someone another set of stitches?" Kyle was still just annoyed enough to be very blunt. And maybe, he thought, people had been a little -too- polite to Yvette sometimes. It was very easy to forget that the very small, very quiet and polite voice housed someone who could cut through steel if she wanted. He raised one hand and flexed his fingers, extending his claws past the normal halfway out day-to-day length. "Because you flipped your shit and you don't do anything really stupid again, right?"
She flinched a little at his words, but looked up at him and nodded. "I was saying to Mr. Kane, being angry... it was feeling good. I did not have to be careful. So it is best that I do not be around people, until I can be sure that I am safe again." If anyone could understand that, Kyle - and Kevin, who was caught up with his school and powers issues - could. And to be perfectly honest, she didn't feel comfortable about possible confrontations inside. There were too many things that could go wrong if she couldn't handle it.
"Harsh truth, you're never gonna be safe around people. Not unless you figure out how to turn that off, and maybe not even then." Okay, maybe he was still a little angry. "You can't just stuff being angry in a closet and hope it goes away, Yvette. You can't. If you do, you end up exploding and hurting someone, or doing something really goddamn stupid." The claws stayed out, even though Kyle once again rested his hands on his raised knee. "And you can't avoid everyone every time you get pissed off. "
"Then what can I be doing?" she shot back, a little nettled. The sudden flare of anger reflected in her hair bristling behind her and at the movent, she sighed, visibly taking a breath. "I do not know what to do, Kyle. My powers are meaning I cannot be angry or upset, because I become sharp. But if I cannot stop the feelings, I cannot be around anyone. I do not want to be hurting anyone again."
"No, your powers mean that when you get angry, you have to stop and think and not just run off being angry." Kyle retorted. "Which yeah, I'm not so great at myself sometimes, because it's really goddamn hard to not want to make people -hurt- when they've done something to hurt you, or hurt your friends." He shook himself, trying to clear away a surge of his own temper and then leaned forward towards Yvette. "Which is pretty much what you wanted to do to those mafia guys, right? Make them hurt because they'd hurt you and kids like you?"
"I wanted to make him afraid, like I was afraid. I did not know there would be the other men there," she admitted. "I... do not know if I would have been hurting him."
"From what Laurie and Angelo said, you were pretty hell bent on something anyway. Got mad, didn't think past that, huh?" And despite the harsh words, Kyle briefly gave Yvette a somewhat wry grin. "Hey there, Miss Pot, I'm Mr. Kettle, nice to meet you. Being angry is part of being a person. There's always stuff that's gonna piss you off. Always. Are you gonna let it turn you into a monster? Or a hermit?" And he knew just how much Yvette didn't like being called a monster, which is why he said it. Now was not the time for being goofy.
"It is not like they have been asking me if I was going to be hurting him!" she shot back, stung by the use of the 'm' word. "Yes, I was being angry, but that man stole my life! He is the reason I cannot be controlling my powers, why I will never have the normal life, and never be able to touch the person, to look like the normal person and not the horror movie person! Because he took me away and was selling me, like the piece of meat!" She paused then, breathing hard, eyes blazing and her fingers and toes like long knives. "Perhaps I am already being the monster," she said then, holding up her hands. "This body, it is made for the hurting. And some times I do not think I can be anything more than that." She turned back to the chopping block, hacking the log balanced there into small chunks with one angry swipe.
Kyle stared at Yvette for a long time, mirroring her upturned hands with his own, claws out. "You can't turn your power off, you look like something out of a horror movie and everyone assumes you're gonna be violent all the time? What do you want me to do, Yvette, tell you that yeah, sure, that's okay, I mean, I gotta live with it every day and I'm not gonna go be a monster, but sure, it's just fine if you go off and be one."
She looked away. "I was not meaning that," she muttered, ashamed. Then she looked back at him. "You can touch the people, Kyle. You can kiss them. You have the girls on the journals all wanting to have your attention. It is not the same for me. And it makes me hurt, inside." It came out almost plaintive, the sixteen year old girl that people tended to forget behind the small stature and androgynous build.
"Life sucks, wear a cup." Kyle snapped out, before thinking. "Okay, that came out wrong. Yeah, it sucks. And it's easy to forget, because you're doing the same thing I do. You stay quiet and super polite and don't let anyone see anything you think is bad, so that no one is scared of you. But what are you gonna do about it? Just give up and stop trying to get control and hide under a dark rock writing bad emo poetry?"
She glared at him, actually glared, her eyes burning. "I did not say I would not keep trying," she retorted stiffly. "This is what I am doing now. I do not have anything else to be doing to be helping my training, so I am using the chores to be making the anger not so hard to control and keeping away from people until I can be sure I will not hurt them. It is not the perfect thing, but it is all I can be doing."
"Is it? Or are you doing it because it's easy?" Kyle waved pointed in the general direction of 'his' tree and shrugged. "You go out here every time you're angry, or scared, and you're never gonna learn how to deal with it when you can't leave. Yeah, I head out sometimes when I'm pissed off, because it does work, and it's not a bad thing to do, but you can't do it all the time. Which means you gotta find some ways to deal with it that don't mean hiding. If you're not learning how to deal with it, you're still giving up. What's gonna happen when someone calls you a freak and you can't leave?" If she was going to remind him that she was sixteen and not a little girl, he was going to hold her to it. "Or are you gonna just not bother with school past high school? Because there are some -real- assholes out on those campuses." Two, just in the morning that he'd gone to buy textbooks. It hadn't helped his mood -any- and he'd already been cranky because of the leg, and Laurie being, well, Laurie.
"I don't know!" she burst out. She stood there, chest heaving slightly with the force of her emotions, eyes blazing brighter than they ever had before. "I don't know, Kyle," she repeated in a softer voice then, breath hitching a little. "I want to be learning to control, but nothing is being working. And it seems that no-one wants to be helping. They say so, but then they are too busy with the X-Men missions or people are being hurt or they are going away. So I am trying on my own, but I do not know what else to do."
"Did you ask? I mean, really? Or did you just go all quiet and decide that you weren't gonna bother anyone?" Kyle suspected it was both - everyone was busy, but Yvette also was unlikely to ask more than once or twice. And he felt guilty, because of anyone, he should've seen it, and he'd been too busy as well. "So, do you wanna know what I think?" he asked, quite seriously.
"I tried to ask. But it is hard to be asking for help." A cop-out, but there were aspects of herself that she was having more trouble than others changing. And, a small part of herself pointed out, a little disgruntledly, it wasn't as if there were other students doing as little to get help. With a tired sigh, she plopped down on the cutting block, eyes dimming slightly. "I am sorry, Kyle. I do not want to be fighting. Please to tell me what you think."
"I think you owe me pizza for getting me shot." Kyle said blandly. Garrison's comments about him whining might've been right, but he was still getting at least a pizza out of this. "And while you're ordering a pizza, I'm gonna go see if I can get you somewhere to go -be- angry without hurting anyone or breaking anything." Well, not breaking much anyway. The drones were a bit damage-able. "Where one of us can keep an eye on you and you don't have to be alone, and you won't you know, deforest the entire woods. Because I'm pretty sure Mr. Marko would flip his shit if you went all Agent Orange on the grounds. And then you're gonna promise me that you're gonna talk to Doc Samson about being angry, and ways to deal with it that don't involve hiding or hitting people."
She blinked at him, confused for a moment. This was one of those trust situations Mr. Kane had talked to her about, wasn't it? Slowly, she nodded. "I think I can be doing that," she said, with a small, stiff smile. "The pizza, I am meaning. Mr. Samson and I are already talking about the anger. I just did not realise that there was so much anger there. Until I am hearing about the man, any way." Another attempt at a smile through her powers-stiffened skin. "The Everything That Is Being Meat Pizza, yes?"
"I spent about my first month here pissed off at everyone and everything. And then I beat the crap out of Jay, and he hit me over the head with a chair. So I got the anger management stuff from pretty much day one." Kyle explained, unfolding from his stump and stretching out his still very slightly achy leg. "I kinda take it for granted,
and forget that not everyone else has it in their face all the time. And yeah, pretty much any meat they have, unless it's spicy. And no olives." He intended to share the pizza, but that could wait until it arrived to tell Yvette. And olives on pizza were just gross.
But right now, he had to go find out if he could manage to talk people into letting Yvette use the Danger Room to work things out. She shouldn't have to resort to outside and alone -every- time she got mad or upset. Outside was fine if the weather cooperated, but alone wasn't. That way went down the road of always avoiding people.
Or having Garrison throw you in the lake for being a bitch, Kyle thought. It was possible he needed to take his own advice sometimes.
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Date: 2008-09-06 10:36 am (UTC)I loved seeing Kyle be all calm and kind as well, by the by. And Yvette appears to be getting better at speaking English as well, which is really cool to see. I love the little bits of progress she makes over time.
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Date: 2008-09-06 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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