fourteen : taken away to the dark side [video]

[everylittlegirl]

[The room is dark and Hayley's face is only vaguely visible, lit only by the glow of the console's screen. She sounds tired, posting in the middle of the night. Someone paying really, really close attention might notice the Flash pajama bottoms she's wearing or the Superman cape, courtesy of Jor-El, strung about her shoulders like a blanket.]

I don't know if someone else already said this, but in case they didn't? Bart Allen and Kon-El are both gone. Back home, not missing.

[A beat.] Will someone bring me some food? I haven't really eaten for awhile.


[ooc: Assume Hayley's been angsting avoiding everyone for a few weeks. Feel free to assume check-ins or other interactions. I was hiatused a lot and am still slow, sorry!]

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[peacefullywreathed]

[Solomon is experienced enough to let people think they have the upper hand. Where Hayley's concerned, the arrogance is going to drive the girl deeper if she isn't careful. Yet at the same time, the lack of fear only proves she's worth his time, irritating though the insolence is.]

I just did.

[He says it simply, and rises. There really isn't much else to say, if she doesn't want any food and doesn't realise obvious things a young lady of her intelligence ought to. In some ways, that sort of stubbornness was quite blinding.]

I'll check on you in three days, then.

[everylittlegirl]

Okay. [She replies, lifting her chin to display all the arrogance in the world. There's no doubt in her mind she can break it by then - at least in this moment, before she's had time to think about it, consumed by the competition and wanting to win.

Hayley falters ever so slightly when she realizes that he means to leave. Although she doesn't want the gross cardboard-like substance Solomon is trying to pass off as food and doesn't want to hear another lecture, she appreciates the company. She and Bart spent half their time arguing, truth be told, but the presence of someone else to disagree with was comforting in a way that her forced isolation had failed to relieve her of.]

Wait.

[peacefullywreathed]

[Solomon pauses, letting the shadows he'd begun to summon dissolve.]

Yes?

[everylittlegirl]

[There's no good reason to ask him to stay, Hayley realizes, as she watches him there. Her only options are to admit her weakness directly or to quickly come up with some thinly veiled plea which they would both know the truth of. Eager for company or not, the girl knows in her heart that Solomon is not the person to seek out.]

Never mind. [She waves him away, offering a delicately crafted smile, mischievous in nature. As if her asking him to wait was only a test instead of an actual need.] Don't forget about the whole knocking thing, okay?

[peacefullywreathed]

[He sees right through her, of course. But Solomon isn't good at comfort; he's good at providing impetus. She got a few responses on the network, and he's done his part--one of them would be far better at continued comfort than him. So he just smiles back, one as mischievous as hers but far more experienced.]

Of course not, my dear. I am a gentleman.

[With that he bows and as he straightens the shadows surround him and his laughing face, and he's gone.]