xp_logs | Jay & Garrison (backdated)

Jay's stability slips after his brief encounter with Jean-Paul and he goes to find Garrison, one of few that will get it without having to explain.

Jay inhaled a shakey breath, taking two steps at a time towards Garrison's room. He rubbed his hands together, shaking them out while his heart hammered against his chest. He'd already tried to find Logan, couldn't find Sam and he needed someone. Garrison was his last resort before he went to the prof and even then, they hadn't spoken for awhile. Not since the dangerroom.

Eyes trained on the floor, he knocked on the door urgently, shaking his hands out and trying to stop the impulsive flexing that he felt he had to do, just to keep it together.

"Door's open!" Came the Canadian's voice from the inside. Garrison was comfortably leaning back in his desk chair, feet propped up on his desk, while he worked his way through a stack of files at his elbow. Steam wafted from the nearby cup of coffee, freshly poured into the Tim Horton's mug that he carted around with him. He looked up from the file and nodded to Jay.

"Hey. How was Pride? Did you get to show off being queer and azure?" He joked lightly.

A hand fastened over the door knob, opening it abruptly and leaving it to close on it's own. Wings out, heart racing, he balled his hands into a fist and his wings braced behind him. "Ah... gotta, Ah need to.. can you just run me somewhere--" he bite back his wings, frustration climbing behind his studdering words. "Ah need Logan - you Ah mean, c-c-can you please?" he asked. "D-d-danger room?" He couldn't talk about pride, couldn't focus because he was quickly spiraling downwards onto a one tracked mind.

The suddenly straining metal wings and stuttering of his now gravelly voice paused Kane. Obviously, the younger man was not in good shape, and looked like he was on the edge of losing control. The question, of course, was why? Had something happened at Pride to cause the reaction, or was there something else going on. Either way, it was clear that leaving him in the hallway wasn't going to work.

"Alright, Blue. Let's all go to the Danger Room." Kane dropped the files and walked out to the hallway. His eyes didn't leave Jay's, although the organic chip in his spine was already preparing incase his lashed out, ready to dodge and move to the attack.

His breathing shallowed as they turned and headed down the hallway, and his fingernails bit into his palm, trying to ground himself from exploding then and there. He walked fast next to Garrison, his aggitation growing. "Run somethin' strong.. Ah, Ah saw Jean-P-P-Paul n' s-s-somethin' went wrong," he said, the words in his voice barely audible through the hiss of his breath.

"Jean-Paul has that effect on people. I've seen everything from increased aggression to rampent nausua when seeing him. I think it's a Trois-Rivieres thing, which he regularly denies being from, but I know better. You can't miss a Trois-Rivieres boy. It's the way the eyes are uncomfortably close together and the fraternal obsession with hair gel." Garrison's mouth was running on automatic now as he led Jay down the hall. He'd already decided that putting him through the wall if he snapped would likely to the least damage to Guthrie if it came to it, but distracting him long enough to reach the Danger Room was his best bet.

All he was hoping was that no one decided to take a stroll down the corridors between them and the Danger Room.

Jay was slipping and the more steps he took, the more his fingers clawed into his palms, his wings began to drag and slow him down, his breathing deepened and a growl curled into his throat. Before he could react, he found himself being shoved into the wall, shocked into a fall that fell him on his side, shaking his head. Suddenly his head snapped up, eyes narrowing briefly before he dodged a grab by Garrison and scrurried down along the floor, wings rearing up in a shift of self defense to posed attack.

"Get a grip, Emo Blue." Garrison said dangerously, his voice a whipcrack of command, learned from a dozen older cops. "These are the halls of a school. Innocent people might get hurt. You don't want to do that."

Kane stepped closer, watching the twitching metal wings carefully, well aware of their speed and keenness. "So get a hold of yourself and keep it together long enough to get to the Danger Room." He took another step. "Get it together, Jay."

Something flickered in his eyes. The command was clear, momentarily drawing him back to his nightmares and he looked as though he was going to ignore it. Get it together, Jay. His shoulders dropped significantly though the wings remained the same and the breath he'd been holding, he realized, was suffercating. "Okay.. okay," he rasped through a hiss, trying to reassure himself that he wasn't going to have this meltdown right here in the halls. forcing himself to stand, he stumbled and raked his fingers through his hair, drawing it back until he was pulling on it and walked forward.

"Better." Kane said, although now hurrying more. Jay's wings responded to his emotions, and Guthrie had never been one for controlling himself before the changes wrought by Blaquesmith on him. With their razorsharp edges and blinding speed, his wings could be lethal, and self control was something that was essential for him to engrain at his core if he was going to avoid hurting people. The Danger Room sessions were a way to help, but ultimately, it was Jay who needed to take the steps to harness his rage.

They reached the doors, which Kane keyed up, depositing Guthrie inside before taking the access way up to the control room. He flicked on the intercom as soon as he reached the controls themselves. "Any requests?"

Jay couldn't be more thankful that it was Garrison and he barely got inside before his wings fanned out and as the door closed, a line of metal feathers kissed them from the inside. He turned in the room and like being freed from restraints, his wings shook out again and Jay crouched down, drawing up his wings around him.

"Just make it bloody," he replied in a voice that was not his own.