climbing up the walls [harlington]

[NELL DOE DALE]

Nell tugged her sleeves down over her hands, glad that she had thought wisely and wore a sweater today. Usually when the year started, she wore her best, though it became difficult in the winter when all she wanted to do was wear over-sized sweaters and flannel pajama pants. It would devolve into that by the end of the year, when everyone gave up on looking good and all the college students understood each other. No one judged when someone else came in with sweats and hair all over the place. In the beginning of the year, ennui had yet to settle into the bones of everyone around. Especially not Nell, a permanent fountain of energy.

In chemistry, she found herself freezing. The castle certainly did not have central heating, but the Fire elementals did their best. It often get drafty, however, and she wondered at the girls wearing t-shirts and guys in shorts. Meanwhile, her powers withered and she supposed it was the worst way to start a year focused mainly on the physical aspects of her power. She couldn't wait until spring, but right now she endured, shuffling her feet under her table to keep herself somewhat warm.

Unfortunately, she got paired with Harley for the lab today. Not that she didn't like him. He seemed really nice. But... Thunder. She tensed whenever she was near him. Her father was a Thunder and their relationship (though still rocky) had been doing well, so she could be hypocritical. But the family who hated her were also Thunder, and the entire element had once launched an attack against her. That had certainly been a pleasant welcome to the Academy. Not to mention a lot of Thunders she'd met had been very...unkind. Cynthia, Rafael, and Rowena had been horrible. Exceptions were Skye and well, she couldn't exactly hate Emmett. He was an interesting case. And as much as she did not judge other people, they made her antsy because she knew what happened to people who violated the boundaries of the alliance.

And so when she glanced at Harley, she felt very intimidated. There had been a time when she had fearlessly talked to him, as she usually did. And she usually was a fearless person, but she couldn't help the tension. "Uhmm...do you have a pen I can borrow? I only have a pencil..." As if to prove her point, she fiddled with the writing utensil between her pointer finger and thumb. She quickly looked away, lifting her head up when the professor regarded them.

"Harlington and Nell, you'll have to get your equipment from the other storage room."

The professor sighed, shaking her head as she set up the rack for the vials on someone's table. Nell jumped off the stool and left the classroom, trying not to talk to Harley even though she commonly did that. Her steps fells lightly on the floor as she stepped into the hallway and found the storage room to get the supplies for the lab. She had the paper in her hand, and after letting Harley go in before her, she got distracted by reading them over again. Instead of holding the door like she should have, she let her fingers slip. After her eyes scanned the last word, she suddenly realized what she'd done and turned on her heel, wrenching at the door behind her. Crap. After another tug, as if to make sure the door really was locked, she looked at Harley, shrugging. "I uh...accidentally closed it."

She swallowed hard, feeling the nervousness set in. Not many people knew about her issues with claustrophobia because she never talked to people about that. They stemmed from something she could never speak. Only Josh knew, and at that very little. Devin knew about her nervousness when it came to close quarters thanks to their stint in jail, but Josh had the most proof after she freaked out in the elevator and completely shutdown when being locked in the closet. She tried not to think of the latter. The circumstances were different, she hadn't been kidnapped by thugs and she could get out of this. Knocking on the door a few times, she sighed when she realized that not many people would be roaming the halls during class.

"I suppose we should look for the equipment..." There were boxes on boxes of chemicals and vials, beakers and tubes. It smelled unhealthily of cleaning chemicals. Her brain was getting very fuzzy, and all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball. For now, she kept it under control, but she knew she wouldn't last long. Not when she thought of certain things she had long since locked away.

[harley]

I'm not crazy
I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
but stay a while and maybe then you'll see
a different side of me

It was all just Greek to him. The equation – or whatever it was up on the board, he couldn’t remember – made absolutely no sense to him. What did the numbers below the letters mean? He had a vague idea that it dealt with electrons but he wasn’t sure. Surely it can’t be this hard, can it?

[/color] He knew what all the letters were; that was the most he knew about chemistry in general. He could tell you the symbol if you gave him the element and vice versa and the general location of it on the periodic table, but give him an equation to balance out and he’ll freeze up.

Much like what he was doing as the professor was going around assigning partners. Harley’s full attention was set on the board with the devilish equation – they’re called equations, right?[/color] – and was only brought out of this stupor when he heard the name that was coupled with his own.

Nell.

That was a name he could not forget. Despite the element differences, there was a time when he would have probably enjoyed talking to her, but that time had long since passed. Harley wasn’t quite certain how the rumor got started, but it was said that she had killed his leader. At first he hadn’t believed it, but as time drew on and the killer was nowhere to be found, the suspicion began to gnaw at him. The rational part of him had wondered if he should ask her whether or not she killed his leader, but the rest of him knew that even guilty mass murderers would deny doing such an act. As the teacher passed, Harley cast a quick and pleading look at her but she had already moved on. Funny how the teachers are completely aware and yet somehow also blissfully unaware of all the hate going on among the students.[/color] Harley ground his teeth and set his jaw, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. I’m paired with a murderer.[/color]

Harley refused to look at Nell at first. He kept his gaze down at his blank paper, rolling the pen around in his left hand; anything to keep himself busy and not worry about her. For a moment the thought of getting revenge on her passed through his mind – he was certainly much bigger and taller than her, but she was an Earth. Earths could easily overpower Thunders even if their sizes were disproportionate to their element’s effectiveness against the other. And they were also in class, which Harley considered to be neutral ground. Maybe later.[/color]

Harley involuntarily tensed when she spoke, asking to borrow a pen. She didn’t sound menacing at all – quite the opposite, really. She seemed just as wary of him as he did of her. For that reason alone he set the pen down he had in his hand, wordlessly moving it over toward her across the table.

His attention moved upward as the professor spoke to them once again, and before he could even really process what she had said, Nell was up and out before he could even move. Harley sighed, reluctantly getting up and following, dreading the lab already. While reading the instructions she opened the door and he ducked his head as he entered, looking at all the vials and bottles and chemicals. Being around all the harmful acids and bases made him a bit uneasy, but he reassured himself that they were all dulled down toxicity so that it wouldn’t hurt too bad if it happened to spill on you.

Unsure of what he needed to be looking for, Harley turned around and was about to ask what supplies they needed when he heard the sound of a jammed door. Nell looked as if she was trying to jimmy it but it wasn’t moving.

“I uh… accidentally closed it.”

It took a moment for her words to sink in, causing his face to pale. Not only were they trapped in a storage room, but there were harmful chemicals everywhere . He absolutely hated the amount of time he spent dealing with them in class, but now he would have to endure them for perhaps a much longer time. What was worse than that, though, was that they were trapped and at the complete mercy of whoever cared to notice that they were missing.

Biting back gnawing panic, Harley quickly went over to the door and tried the knob, horrified when it stuck and didn’t move. We’re trapped.[/color] He tried to keep the fear from showing on his face by quickly turning away from Nell – of all the people to be trapped with, why Nell?[/color] – and took a step or two away, clenching and unclenching his already clammy hands. He tried ignoring her suggestion for looking what they needed, but as the panic was making his stomach churn, he realized he needed something to occupy himself with – a distraction.

”What… what do we need?” The fear was unfortunately obvious in his suddenly-weakened, Spanish-lilted voice. He turned slightly to face her, refusing to make eye contact and praying that she would quickly just give him some things to search for.

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Nell didn't have many people she felt awkward around. Rachael was one, given that the woman had an exceptional aura about her that made Nell want to evacuate whatever room she is in with her. The fact that they had had to work on a project together last year was rather unfortunate. Harley...he was different. Maybe. She knew she shouldn't have been intimidated. He had soft features, seemed like he couldn't look at a fly the wrong way. She didn't think of him as someone who could attack without reason. He wasn't like her brother, the guy who gave her a black eye. He wasn't like Rowena who almost got her now-husband expelled. And she didn't want to judge him as someone horrible.

He probably thinks I am. They had never proven who actually killed Cynthia, but in the war, once the Fires stepped down, the Thunders had no choice but to follow. Three years ago and Thunder held grudges. Another reason she was wary. What if they knew she actually killed someone? Her mother, of all people? She swallowed back that thought. No. No one needed to find out about that, but she couldn't control the media and the information that got out to the public.

She watched him pull at the knob, wanting to be exasperated with him but understanding completely. Of course, it didn't come open, and she crossed her arms with the paper still in her hand, looking around again. Maybe she shouldn't do that, though, otherwise it would register again. How big was this thing? Not even eighty by eighty she bet. About the size of a prison cell. What a comforting thought.

Noticing him working his hands, clenching and unclenching them, her eyebrows drew together. "Are you all right?" She wasn't certain but he was probably just worried. The woman had no clue that he had problems with small spaces as well, but then again, she didn't understand people who actually enjoyed them. How could they not feel completely suffocated? Like the walls were creeping in on them? Her thoughts clearly became her enemies in this moment. She took a few steadying breaths, her resolve weakening by the moment. But she didn't want to do what she did last time. That had been devastating and it took a while to be shaken from her state. How embarrassing would it be to do that in front of Harley?

He asked about the material, and she lifted the paper up a little with her hands still crossed and said, "We need some uh...Calcium phosphide." Nell swallowed. No, this was not going to work. Any second she knew she would start shaking, and all she could think was who she was with and what he would think. She hated showing weakness on a normal basis, and to someone that she was very, very uncomfortable with? That was like icing on the cake. She lowered her arm and blinked at him, her expression an apologetic grimace. "I'm...going to need to sit down." Walking over to the far side of the storage room, she pulled down a box that felt heavy enough and sat down on it, leaning back against the shelves as she closed her eyes.

Holding out the paper to the Thunder graduate though she couldn't see where he was, she told him, "Here, you can start if you want." Closing her eyes never really helped, but it was the best she could do at this point. She could still feel everything around her, smell the dust that stagnated in this place along with that horrible scent of bleach that was giving her a headache. All these things were not good for her psyche.

[harley]

Harlington Samuel Buchanan

All sorts of theories and possibilities began to race through his head. The most frightening one, however, was that Nell was going to get him next. First Cynthia, now me.

[/color] Would Nell really come after him, though? Earths had a sort of superiority to Thunders, given that their powers were much stronger against electricity, so Harley knew he would be an easy target. Was it her intention all along to trap us in here, then?[/color] Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide – and even if he did manage to hide, she could just knock over a cabinet of acids and bases and he would in deep trouble anyway.

He tried to not think about that, though. Nell did not seem like the aggressive type anyway, much to the dismay of a good deal of gossip he had heard over the years. In fact, as he looked at her in the dim light, he couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t seem as completely at ease as he would have thought her to be. But everyone gets nervous before a fight.[/color] He tried to push that theory out of his head but it continued to gnaw at him, fabricating more and more scenarios about how she would attack him.

It took a moment for Harley to realize she had asked him something. He rose from the anxiety-ridden stupor and looked at her, fists clenched tightly at his sides. ”I’m, uh… yeah, I’m fine.” The wavering of his voice said otherwise. The boy silently swore at himself, angry that his fear was so obvious. If she were to attack him then she would certainly have the upper hand in all of this; even if he was expecting it, he wouldn’t know how to react. She’s already killed one Thunder – what’s one more?[/color]

He gave a slight nod of his head. Calcium phosphide. Calcium was Ca, but what was phosphide? He tried thinking back to the equation on the board, attempting to recall a Ca anywhere, but he couldn’t remember. He unconsciously bit his lip, turning his attention to the rows of vials and beakers, unsure of even where to begin looking. His grey eyes looked back at Nell as she held out the paper, which he gingerly took from her. She was seated on a box – an odd stance for someone he thought was going to murder him. Then again, Earths never really had to move when they were going to attack. Harley kept a wary eye on her, tense and anxious about both being attacked and trapped.

Well this sucks.[/color] He looked down at the paper, reading off all the chemicals he hardly knew anything about – he didn’t want to touch any of them, either. Harley was always terrified of getting some strong acid or base on his skin, and even making contact with the bottles was hard enough. Biting on his lip again – and not wanting to show any sort of fear to his possible murderer – he began to start searching for the materials they needed, cautiously picking up the first two items of silver nitrate and hydrochloric acid.

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Nell studied the male for a moment, wondering if she should believe him. The last thing on her mind would be hurting him in any way. No matter her views or her fear of him, she wouldn't ever lay a hand on him. As of right now, she was more concerned than anything. He didn't sound all right, didn't look all right, and her prognosis ended up being that he was not all right. But what could she do or say? Only one thing came to mind, and she told him, "All right, but you know...if anything is wrong...you can tell me." She rubbed her hands together anxiously. Did she expect him to? No, of course not, but she felt like she needed to say it.

While he was thinking of her status as murderer of the ex-Thunder leader and whether or not she'd kill him, too, she wondered just what was bothering him, not yet connecting he also did not really like tight spaces. She liked to take care of people, but she wasn't very good at it when in the midst of a panic attack of her own. In the back of her mind, she knew what could happen, how bad it could be. The idea of having a flashback here and blacking out was not something she'd enjoy. Hopefully someone realizes we've been gone a while. That was their hope by now. Or they could find a spare in there somewhere, but that just seemed highly unlikely. Either way, she was biting her cheek, trying to keep from completely shutting down. Unfortunately, she did not have much control over what her mind did.

I feel sick. She rested the back of her head against stacks of boxes, tempted to curl up and make herself smaller, thereby increasing the size of the room. It wasn't working, of course, and she heard Harley get to work on finding their material. Deep breaths, Nell. Not wanting to sit around and do nothing while he went to search for the chemicals, she braced herself and stood up, just trying to focus on the task at hand. Get the chemicals, they're in boxes, the oxygen is definitely not running out so don't worry about that.

Shaking now, she didn't truly realize how bad it was until she had taken a glass container out of a box, it slipped from her fingers and shattered onto the floor. "Ay mierda," she said under her breath, looking at Harley. "Sorry..." It was pathetic. That's all she had? Sorry I dropped what could possibly a volatile acid on the floor, hope you don't mind. She couldn't stop shaking, and that did not help at all. Her voice was also quiet, and now she could add on a headache to the list of things that were going to hell in that moment.

"It was an acid, can't remember which though..." That meant they would need a base but a good question was which base, because she couldn't even remember where she had gotten it from. Maybe I shouldn't help. Now there was a clear liquid in the middle of the room that only intensified the smell of cleaner. It was almost noxious, and she sincerely hoped that it was safe as she pressed her shirt sleeve against her nose, coughing a little.

[had to do it. >>]

[harley]

Harlington Samuel Buchanan

Harley’s jaw set tightly. Tell her what’s wrong? I don’t think she’d like me to bring that up.

[/color] Though the chance of being murdered by her seemed to get smaller and smaller, it continued to nag at the back of his mind, insisting that he keep casting glances back at her. Nothing she was doing was even remotely threatening, so he sucked in a quick breath, tried to get himself together, and continue to search for the liquids needed for the project.

He gingerly held the two beakers in his left hand while reading off the paper in the right one, but the further away he got from Nell the harder it became to read in the dim light. Grey eyes strained to comprehend the typed print and he could barely make out the next item. With no hand to hold it, though, he figured he should set the two down so he cautiously made his way back to Nell, somewhat surprised to see her up and wandering. Maybe she’s trying to distract herself, too.[/color] Nell certainly didn’t appear any bit calmer than he felt; was she anxious about tight, enclosed spaces too? Even in the dim light he could see the worry on her face earlier. Where had her fear come from? Harley didn’t know what exactly caused him to become terrified when in small rooms, but he knew for certain that if he couldn’t get out then he wouldn’t hesitate to try busting a door down.

Just as he was bending over to set down one of the beakers, his heart nearly skipped a beat when shattered glass sounded. He quickly jerked the beaker back and examined it, slightly eased to know that the one in his hand was alright, but what had fallen?

Harley whirled around, spotting Nell not too far away looking at him and apologizing. His eyes grew wide at seeing the reflective pool of some acid just sitting on the floor – what on earth could it be?[/color] He clutched the beakers of chemicals tightly, almost too afraid of letting them go now. This was the entire reason he hated chemistry; he didn’t care that he couldn’t figure out the balancing of electrons, what scared him was handling these acids and bases that could severely burn him if he wasn’t extremely careful. And now Nell had dropped an unnamed one, its contents spreading out thin across the tile.

It was enough to set Harley into a panic. He brought his two beakers to his chest, trying to steady his breathing but only becoming increasingly lightheaded by the strong aroma of the unknown liquid. Backing up until he hit the wall, the Thunder then slid down to the floor, hiding both the beakers and his face behind his knees. I can’t see it, it’s not there. It won’t burn me.[/color] He wasn’t too aware of Nell’s presence, wherever she was – for all he knew he was trying to hide from her, too. At the moment the fear was overwhelming the embarrassment that was sure to come. The tall boy tried to shrink into as small of a ball as he could, trembling and clutching the beakers tightly. Small whimpers escaped him as his mind ran wild and the harsh scent of the acid constantly reminded him of all the possibilities of being hurt by it.

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((heheheh >:D ))
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Nell always had a good grip on her emotions. She'd always been a pro at hiding anything from anyone, she supposed from hiding for so long. She wanted other people to see her as someone strong, stable, without anything to worry about in her life. Dependable. You didn't see dependable in a quivering mess, taking deep breaths to get over the fact that the closet felt so small, so tight, so terrifying. While she did not admit that she had fears, never seemed to fear anything at all, she had a small pool of things that could turn her into something quite the opposite of her outer facade. Small spaces were one of them, especially closets. You're stronger than this, she told herself, but it didn't matter. Because she wasn't not really.

While figuring out what to do about the mess she had created, she saw Harley slip down with the beakers in his hands. Her eyebrows furrowed together, she looked around before stepping closer to him. With a hand reached out, she rested a hand on his shoulder, before quickly retracting it as though he had shocked her. No, that was probably not a good idea. Her gaze went back to the liquid as she took in a deep breath, the fumes dizzying her. Blinking didn't help. She lifted up her shirt, before realizing that she was wearing a t-shirt under her sweater as she usually did for extra warmth. Harley's whimpers filled up some of the silence, like she was in the room with a wounded animal, and that just helped her make the decision.

She crossed her arms to lift the sweater over her head, shaking her hair free when she finally got it off. You were a nice one, Nell thought before draping the sweater over the liquid and trying to wipe it up some. It did a pretty good job. She emptied out one of the boxes nearby, placing the microscopes and equipment nearby before going back over to where she had left her sweater. The Earth graduate carefully picked it up, avoiding any contact with the acid just in case it wasn't something very friendly, and placed it in the box. She rubbed her forehead, taking more deep breaths, still shaking, the subtle kind that made it look like she was simply cold. And she was even more cold now without her sweater, but she could deal. Taking a moment to check her phone, she shook her head, a sigh escaping her lips.

She walked back over to the Thunder graduate and touched his shoulder again. "Uhm...Harley...the acid's gone. I cleaned it up." She spoke between the pauses, her voice cracking some from anxiety. A ton of thoughts went through her mind at once. In one moment she was itchy, in the next jittery, her hands flying around, trying to keep them busy. "Do you have any service on your phone?" she questioned him quietly. "I checked, but I'm out of range. If we can text someone and have them tell one of the teachers that we're stuck in here..." It was their best bet, better than being trapped in here the rest of the day. Her gut clenched. Crap, crap, crap, don't... She was losing composure by the second, but she was glad that she had been able to last this long so far.

[harley]

I'm not crazy
I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
but stay a while and maybe then you'll see
a different side of me

No matter how small of a ball the large Thunder boy tried to make himself into, it never was quite small enough to disappear. He couldn’t make his large frame compact, so he tried to envision himself much smaller than he really was – a mouse, really, just hiding itself in a corner under a box. Safe and secure.

[/color] In his mind, Harley pictured the mouse curled up in a grey ball of fur, whiskers twitching and its beady eyes staring blankly. Tucked away in a safe haven – that’s where I am now: a safe haven.[/color]

The gasps continued to come, though; harsh intakes of air that smelled vile with acid. His throat felt as if it were burning from the horrid stench and for a moment he feared that he was actually breathing in the liquid itself, but that was just an irrational fear, he reminded himself. I’m not breathing in the liquid, that’s impossible.[/color] Harley sucked in some air and did not exhale, refusing to taste anymore of that tainted air. He kept his head buried behind his knees and shut his eyes tightly, reminding himself to stay calm. At this point the Thunder wasn’t worried about his image in front of Nell – hell, she even seemed put on edge too. But she isn’t curled up on the floor having a breakdown.[/color] He tried to remind himself about Nell’s supposed anxious face, telling himself that he wasn’t alone in this room. Despite Nell’s history, she was his only company and, like it or not, he was stuck with her for now.

Realizing that he was clutching the beakers of chemicals rather tightly, he quickly set them down and shoved them away, using a bit more force than was really necessary. After the glass had left his hands the thought crossed his mind that the beakers could break again and there would be another mess to clean up, but the containers slid to a stop against a cardboard box, completely undamaged.

Wide grey eyes turned their gaze back to Nell, who was not in her sweater anymore. Her hand was placed lightly on his shoulder and she explained that the acid was gone, but he didn’t believe it. Peering around her, Harley sought out the area of the spill, seeing smear marks across the tile. It’s gone.[/color] Though the stench of it was still in the air, the majority of the liquid was gone.

Harley released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in, but then the looming fear of being locked in this room began to sink in. His fists clenched tightly at his sides and he looked back up at her, slowly processing her question. Phone?[/color] After a moment, his hand reached down to pat his pockets. Nothing but his keys. ”Um…. n-no, I left it back in the…. in the room.” It slowly dawned on him that they would have to wait at the mercy of others, more specifically the professor. Harley put his head back against the wall, glancing over at the door. ”If no one comes then I swear to you that I will break that door down.”

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Something didn't sit right with her about Harley's reaction to the spill. Over-reaction, more like it, though she didn't think of him as a coward or anything. How could she when she was currently taking shallow breaths and trying not to focus on how freaking small this room was. But since he was the one having the bigger freak out, she swallowed these thoughts and leaned over to rub circles into his back in a calming motion. It may not have been the wisest thing to do, but it was all she could think of now.

He looked up as if to verify what she said, beakers now discarded. She sighed. At least he wasn't gasping anymore. The girl wondered what she would have done then. Especially since she was so light-headed, spots dotting her vision. I'm going to faint, aren't I? The thought was calm, despite the dread in her situation, curling in her stomach like a slumbering animal. What if she did pass out? It would be embarrassing, and yet it was sad that that's what she was most concerned about.

Well, actually, she was the most concerned about the other person occupying this closet with her. She always worried more about other people than herself. Perhaps that's why she hadn't yet just given up and said fuck it. She felt she needed to take care of Harley, even though she was pretty sure that he didn't want that. That he would rather die than have to rely on her for anything. It almost hurt. Instead of focusing on that, she looked at him, and a frown pulled her lips down as he admitted that he didn't have his phone.

Nell felt a panicked laugh rise up in her throat, one that said, how about that, we really are screwed then. But she swallowed it, only make a short noise in her throat. Optimism. That's what she needed in this situation. And usually, she did it well. She always looked on the bright side, the greatest outcome, and never gave up. But what could she do here? She looked at the door. Locked. Closed. She tore her gaze away -- that would be the number one route to a mental shutdown. Her skin was crawling, prickling, a million tiny needles poking holes into her.

Then Harley offered something...strange. Strange but endearing, because he sounded so certain. Nell's lips pulled into a small smile, not one filled with humor. Only a small amount of amusement. "I don't want you getting hurt now," she told him. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she held them together in front of her, behind her, ran them through her hair and eventually just gave up and sat down next to him. A moment's hesitation, and then she reached over to pat his shoulder.

"We'll get out of here soon, they'll realize that we haven't come back and come to look for us," she said with certainty in her overly soft voice. Even softer than usual. She sighed, speaking with the same casual tone as before, "And if I faint, don't worry about it, it's not a medical condition or anything. I'll just have to go to the medical wing." She was seconds away from putting her head between her knees, she was so dizzy. Like she had just lost a lot of blood. Her body was being exceptionally cruel, especially when she had an idea and she didn't know if she could pull it off.

Looking over to the door, she focused her energy so she could have a vine trail out of the door as an SOS to anyone who might walk by. It wasn't a lot, but it was something. "There," she said quietly to Harley, drawing back her hand and pulling her knees up to her chin. "Now someone might see." She offered him a weak smile, before squeezing her eyes shut and ducking her head in-between her knees. And just like that, blackness.

[just wanted to freak him out more, so here's an unconscious person. someone can find them in this post haha.]