Stockholm Syndrome:

[mademyhell]

Who: Trauma, Jinx, Claudio, and Gabriel 
When: 20th 
Where: House of Emo
Summary: Trauma's stuck elbow deep in make up homework, and people keep seeing fit to distract him.
Warnings: As usual. Language, Jinx, and random nightmare fuel from the boggart's headspace.

He was going to fucking die.

Fucking dead.

Again.

And Jinx was going to be to blame.

Jinx and his Psychology professor. He clearly hadn't gotten the memo that Terry already had an english paper due from what was everyone else's first quarter, had more studying than he'd ever done in his life, and now out of the two he'd been assigned from Psychology, he'd managed to sort of….bullshit his way through one and a half.

He'd then basically given up and resorted to writing about how some girl had busted into his window, he'd apparently collected Stockholm Syndrome from their interactions, and now he was forced into doing homework because she had mandated it.

And he was almost in the kind of mood to turn it in that way, drastic, sarcastic change halfway through the paper aside. Almost.

Instead, Terry was then stuck sitting at the counter with a mountain of books, trying to figure out where the paper had gone downhill and what he could do about it, because as it turned out, almost wasn't quite enough to ask for a failing grade on purpose

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[unluckyinlove]

When Jinx came in through the front door, the only thing on her mind was getting out of her heels. Just when she thought she had made it through the day without getting a run in her tights, she looked down to see a perfectly pedicured violet toenail sticking out through the thin, black material. Well, fuck. She really needed to invest in some slimming slacks because she was spending a fortune on nylons. The sorceress barely managed to shrug out of her jacket before she had a furry house bounding up toward her.

Immediately, she turned into a near baby-talking mess.

"Hi, Bernie! How's my favorite girl? How's my girl?" She buried her hands in the very happy St Bernard's fur. Sure, she'd kick the cat across the room, but love the thing that shed all over her wardrobe. Then again, she did marry Gabriel. "Wanna go outside? Let's go outside." With the very excited dog, which probably weighed more than she did, Jinx made her way into the dining room to the backdoor. Only after she let one of her favorite creatures in the house outside did she notice one of the things she just couldn't seem to get rid of. She set her purse and the keys to her bike down on the dining room table.

"Hey, emo kid. You a college graduate yet? You're taking forever with this," said Trauma's loving sister after he'd only been in college for a few months, if that. She walked pact the counter, giving him a shove in the shoulder, then went to the fridge.

...Patrick had gotten huge.

Most appropriate use of this icon ever.

[mademyhell]

Trauma didn't exactly dignify that with a response, though he did glare rather impressively over the top of the computer. Too bad she was immune, seemed to work on people who kept trying to sit anywhere near him in lecture halls.

He then tried to go back to editing, only to find that what was probably the better part of the essay was the unusable part. It was kind of....really fucking hopeless. Looking over at his notes, he was pretty sure something had gotten communicated wrong, because none of it made any sense, aside from the bitching, and that probably meant he needed to do yet more research.

"This essay is your fault." He said, finally, after a long pause, and just opened another document to start over again, because there was no saving any of it.

[unluckyinlove]

Fridge door wide open, she leaned down to dig around for something to eat. Something that wouldn't make her regret any of her life choices. Therefore, all the cheese was off the menu. So was Gabriel's Go-Gurt. ...okay, that wasn't an opinion anyway because the very thought of yogurt in a tube was disgusting. Last night's orange chicken it was, then.

"Totally my fault. I should feel so bad for making you do something with your otherwise pathetic life." She set the takeout box on the counter and went for the plates. Without her heels on, it was a little bit of a reach to get the top plate in the stack. Who the hell had cleaned enough dishes that they had a stack of clean plates, anyway?

Oh. Right. Consuela. The angel mojo maid that only appeared when her husband was bored enough to vacuum.

After dumping the remainder of the container of chicken onto the plate, she looked expectantly at Trauma. "Well? Microwave assistance."

[mademyhell]

Trauma rolled his eyes, but got up anyway.

He took the plate and shoved it into the microwave as if it had personally offended him, and set the time with an equal level of irritation. He leaned back against the counter and tried to explain, despite the fact that his time was probably better spent rewriting the essay instead of bitching about the class.

"I was just fine, and now my Psych professor is trying to kill me, because he thinks I should have an 'unusual insight'." Trauma said, with added air quotations for emphasis. The guy seemed...okay, unusual fear of bats aside, but he seemed to make it his mission to get the people who had 'powers useful to the field' working twice as hard. "Which apparently means 'I'll work you to fucking death.'"

When the timer went off, Trauma took out the chicken and shoved it in Jinx's direction, though he didn't move to get back to work yet.

[unluckyinlove]

As Trauma complained, Jinx gave him a look. The more he spoke, the worse that look got. It was a familiar expression, but had probably never been used so honestly before. It was known as the 'bitch, please' face.

She took her time addressing it, too. When he handed her back the plate of food, she stuck her finger in the middle of it. After stirring the chicken around with a claw, she forced the plate back on him. It was obviously still cold in the middle, and like she was going to take a chance on breaking another microwave. This was the second one they had gone through since the wedding and there were only three more new ones in the garage. She licked her finger clean.

"Oh, no," she finally began, those two words very heavy. She folded her arms over her chest and somehow managed to look down on someone nearly a foot taller than her. "Someone's making you study and write. You're forced to sit on your ass in front of a computer screen. My deepest apologies for your hard life."

Did he realize that he was complaining to the top graduate of the HIVE Academy? Someone who was dragged out for public ridicule and torture whenever she failed a test. Whose headmaster had literally tried to work her to death. Did Brother Blood ring a bell, fear boy?

"Why don't you pull down your pants and bend over so I can kiss your ass better for you?"

[mademyhell]

Trauma took it back and shoved it into the microwave with more force than was really needed, again. It's more the being forced to actually think this shit through that's frying the everloving fuck out of his brain. And with the flicker of recognition he picks up when her brain goes in the direction of Brother Blood, he puts up his hands and hopes that counts for enough of a defeat because yes, he knows he's bitching, and yes. Touchy subject. Got it.

He doesn't apologize, because that's admitting how tuned in he is to her head, but he does tone it down.

He waited until the microwave went off again, and his time he checked the food himself before handing it back, with a little less attitude this time.

"Look. I just...I think I keep missing half the lectures because people are there and worrying about tests or...the darkness." He said finally. "It's exhausting. People are exhausting."

[uberboned]

"There's a solution to that." And Gabriel strolled in- Okay, no. Gabriel didn't stroll anywhere. He sauntered and in this case, literally just appeared in the doorway to the kitchen with a sucker dangling out of his mouth and looking like he wasn't nearly as stressed as he actually was. This whole Castiel thing was getting to him and since he sucked at drawing wards, he'd have to find the best way to get Jinx to update them without going 'by the way, my brother is being slowly eaten alive by Eldritch horrors, how are you?'

But that was later. Torturing Trauma? TOP PRIORITY.

"It'll cost you though," he added vaguely, waving a hand before crossing the room to give Jinx a cherry-flavored kiss. Ward and June Cleaver did welcome home kisses with light pecks. Jinx and Gabriel were not Ward and June. If it didn't have tongue, it didn't count.

For Trauma's sake, it didn't last too long.

[thecrowingtobe]

Speaking of another person who seems to find a way to distract Trauma. It seemed like not long after Jinx and Gabriel had been there to bother him, Apollo came padding in, walking up beside of Trauma, and leaning heavily into the side of his leg, looking up with large blue eyes and watching the man.

Claudio wasn't far behind him. "Ah, you found him." He told the dog, grinning and walking over to the refrigerator. Jesus, Patrick as getting big. Time to get him a new food box to live in too. He tossed the little chirping beastie some fish crackers and grabbed himself a bottle of water. Closing the door he came over to bother Trauma.

And damn it you have to admit he's been VERY good about NOT bothering the guy while he was studying, for the most part. He remembered how much study he had to do for that bar tending course. So much memorization. Still, he couldn't help but wander over and peek at what he was doing.

"Not done yet?"