Hazel

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     “Let me guess. Rose sent you to check up on me?” Hazel rose her brow as the other came into view, a small smile stretching the corners of her lips. “You can tell her that I’m fine” Or at least, she would be. “How are you doing? Everybody seems pretty shaken up so, who knows, maybe the school will start offering free therapy or something.”

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       Pierre adjusted the chair against the classroom door, making sure it fit snuggly beneath the metal knob. It was a small attempt to keep the creatures they had glimpsed just briefly out. “Don’t think it’s Swamp Thing after us. Unless he’s got glowin’ blue teeth. You’d know more ‘bout that than me.” Pierre, despite having not been at the school for homecoming, had heard of what had gone on and was expecting something similar. “Must be somethin’ though. Any other ideas?”

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     “No, I’m not sure that Swamp Thing even has teeth” Hazel shook her head. If this was another test, which she highly suspected that it was, they wouldn’t hesitate to injure students so she hoped the door would hold. “Maybe we’re all hallucinating - did you drink the punch?” Hazel was plucking at straws now, but it didn’t feel all that ridiculous a concept right now. 

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     “Alright, alright - so what time do you think the giant swamp monster is going to get here?” Hazel asked, raising her brows. She couldn’t relax after what had happened at the Homecoming dance. They had all let their guards down and things had gone south so quickly. That being said, part of her really did hope that this was a Halloween party and nothing more because it was her favourite time of year.  “Or do you think they’ll use something else to test us?”

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“Just as much as my father is, maybe it’s why we got along so well because we understand what it’s like to have parents who are overlooked” Martin looked at the other after all he always loved hearing Hazel speak about plant life, much like her mother she inherited the brilliants and knowledge. “well what other little fungus grows anywhere?” He teased her before he noticed completely having their sweet moment shattered, but then again he could understand her feelings at the same time he would’ve given her the flower even if she didn’t spy on Emry for him so he sighed. “Hazel” He couldn’t even get another more out because she was quick to cut him off and move to leave but then again he wasn’t one to just let things lie as he moved just as quickly grabbing her hand and spinning her around. “Hazel Isley I believe I did just ask you yet you got all angry and scrunched up your little cute nose.” He mused looking at her “I’m always nice to you it’s a problem sometimes just how nice I am to you, but I’m curious how did I look at you?” 

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     It was a tough line for Hazel to balance on really; torn between wanting to see her mother receive the recognition that she sorely deserved while also being somewhat grateful that not many knew the true intricacies of the medical marvel that was herself and her sisters. Hazel enjoyed the right kinds of attention, sure, but always on her terms. She was perfectly content to only draw attention that she wanted and not an ounce more. He was calling after her and it took everything in her not to turn around the way that she always did. There was just something about Martin that could draw her attention whenever he walked into a room. Something raw and magnetic that terrified her. “Don’t be cute” she warned, pouting as she looked up at him. Hazel had little experience in a lot of things, feelings most certainly being one of them and it bothered her that Martin seemed to taunt hers so tirelessly. “Martin-” She didn’t want to talk about it anymore, that had been made clear in her attempt to walk away but she knew that he would only follow her if she didn’t give him an answer. “Like you meant it, okay? Are you happy now?” she pulled her arm back to her side. “I know that you don’t and it pisses me off”

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“Yes in that exact situation you and your sisters are very unique, still such an amazing feat when you really give it thought” Martin mused looking at the other, he liked hanging out with Hazel everything about her was something that captured his attention there was no denying that.  “Ahh is that so my little green bean? Forgive my lack of gardening knowledge” He teased her before smirking a bit “I here Ermy is plotting something and you are my into his little group, I was rather hoping you’d tell me what’s going on in that…thing he calls a brain” he mused it was fun this little game he held with the Nygma Brother after all their feud was known throughout the ages as something they’d inherited from their fathers. “Oh you are so funny, can you imagen if they actually had another school to send us to? It’d make me question even more their true motives for housing us all together.”

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     “My mother’s brilliance is often overlooked” Hazel smirked softly, raising her brows. Hazel wished to be half as smart as her mother was one day and she hoped to learn a lot more from her when she finally made it out of this place. “Malassezia will grow on almost anything...I’ve been doing a lot of reading since I got here” she explained. Something told her that Principal Waller would have a fit if she started trying to grow mushrooms on people, even if it was for science. And then there it was, the small flicker of hope in her heart extinguished by the sudden downpour of reality. “I knew it” she scoffed, shaking her head as she schooled her expression back to one that didn’t look so hurt. “You’re never nice. Not unless you want something - You know that you could have just asked me?” she frowned. “I’m not the kind of girl that’s going to fall at your feet just because you sweet talk me a little and look at me like - like that-” She shook her head again, taking a step back. “Goodbye Martin” Hazel turned on her heels, starting towards her next class. 

Linking her arm with Hazel’s, a broad smile embarked upon Poppy’s face. “My hero.” Her tone was teasing but full of affection for her friend. “Well, getting out o here is already a solid start. I’m thinking…. tacos? Tacos make everything better I think.” A little giggle left her lips at the suggestion, it felt nice to just go to hang out with someone and enjoy herself. “Are tacos good for you or you thinking something else? I have an open palette.” She told her. 

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     “Oh, please” Hazel shoved her playfully, rolling her eyes. “You’d have done the same thing for me in a heartbeat, Poppy. It was nothing” she waved it off. She’d have done far more had they been anywhere but here, but that was beside the point. “Tacos?” she couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, alright...If that’s what’s going to to make you feel better than tacos it is!” she grinned, headed towards the cafeteria. 

poppy: oh yes that is TRUE

poppy: howeVER, she had a lex luthor tatoo

poppy: or as i call it, RED FLAG

poppy: yes mama pucker up

hazel: oh she did??? you know what, I take it back because if I'd have seen that I'd have INTERVENED

hazel: GIANT RED FLAG

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       “Such as?” Pierre quirked a brow in curiosity, allowing his mind to wander through the possibilities. Don’t got any.” He’d never had much of a green thumb, killing every plant he ever had with the exception of a cactus he was able to keep alive for two years before it died too. 

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     “I could certainly think of a few things from the last time that I saw you” she smirked softly, bored of this place already. “I’m going to get us some plants, but I’ll take care of them, don’t worry about it” She couldn’t imagine living in a place with no plants. Not after the sea of plants in her apartment back in Gotham City. 

alex finally found the best piece for her claws. something to stop it from coming out as an instinct, but only when she wants it go. “ well– “ she said pulling out her hands to her. “it’s a bracelet that could help me out with my claws from coming out.” she answered her question. she always felt like she not safe to be around, especially when you surprise her– she could hurt someone without noticing. “it stops it from coming out.” 

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     “Oh...that’s pretty cool. You can’t control it sometimes?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. Hazel could definitely understand that. It had been hard for her to learn how to gain control over her plant powers but she had at least gotten to a point where she was only hurting people intentionally within reason. “Who made these? You wouldn’t even know that’s what they’re for”

Thank the fucking lord for Hazel Isley. It was something Poppy had thought before and she was sure she’d find herself thinking it again one of these days. The girl was a presence in her own self, and she held power behind her words along with the actual bitching plant power. “You may not want to leave that choice with me,” She warned her with affection deep in her tone. “Had it my way the fucker would be an actual tree.” Perhaps she was too vicious, but Poppy had little else in her to be anything less. 

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     Hazel just smiled gently at Poppy, used to the intensity of the other girl by now. “Looks like you’re staying here, creep. Have a nice day” she smiled sarcastically before turning her back on him and linking her arm through Poppy’s. “I think now would be a good time to get out of here. What can we do that’s going to make your day better?” she asked, raising a brow as she began to gently pull her away from the tree. 

Stella looked the girl up and down. She did love gummy bears. “You should’ve started with that instead of staring. I don’t like the orange ones though. ” Stella stated, matter-of-factly. She snapped the candy bar in half, waiting for their trade.

“I know your sister. She’s one of the better girls on the dance and cheer team. Most of them don’t know their right from their left. ” It might be an exaggeration, but when some of them are looking for attention instead of trying to actually learn the dance, it’s not a good look.

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     “Right. That’s my bad, sorry” Hazel nodded, watching as she snapped the bar in half before she poured some of her gummy bears into her hand, handing the girl the rest that were still in the bag. “I can be bad at reading people sometimes, I guess..” She supposed it was what happened when you grew up far faster than the average child. “That’s my sister” Hazel smirked softly. “She’s never done a single thing half-assed in her life. She’s great”

“Ouch okay sorry. I read somewhere compliments can boost serotonin levels and help a person feel better.” he apologized. He placed a bowl of soup in front of her. “No it’s pretty much always like this.” he smiled. “I’m not sure if the soup is good. Your sister asked me to drop it off. She got held up by a professor.” he told her. “is there anything I can do to help you feel better?”

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     “Sorry, I’m just tired” Hazel frowned, shaking her head. At least he was trying to make her feel better, even if his methods weren’t exactly working. “Oh...that’s really sweet of you to bring it over for her” she looked at the soup in front of her, trying to determine what kind it was before she looked back up at him. “Thank you, I’m sure it’ll at least warm me up” she shrugged gently. She wasn’t big on soup so she didn’t really know which types were good or bad or anything like that. “Maybe not right now but there is something that you could do for me if you were up to it”

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Caroline raised an eyebrow as Hazel just pushed the plate toward her. “Are you okay?” she said. The plate of food hadn’t even been touched. She couldn’t help but laugh at Hazel’s question. “Outside,” she teased. “I just got back from class.” She nudged Hazel’s foot with her own. “You did go to class today, didn’t you?”

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     “Yeah, I’m fine. Just got distracted” she shook her head, holding up the book in her lap by way of explanation for her behaviour. “Well...” she gave the other a sheepish grin as she nudged her foot. “I may have missed my classes for today, but! I’m fully planning to catch up on everything that I missed” she explained defensively, overly aware that the rehabilitation students weren’t particularly favoured by some of the other students. Caroline had always been sweet, however. 

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Martin looked at the other for a moment “You are always so sweet to me Hazel, are you sure you’re an Isley?” He teased something long since normal from their past, each sister had their personality and traits but in his eyes, Hazel always seemed a tad softer than her sisters, especially Thorn. “Why thank you, my dear, I too believe think I’d make terrible compost. The poor green would suffer so if it was forced to live off my nutrients” he joked before looking at her for a moment taking in her beauty before pulling away a bit “Yeah well, it’s not that hard to enhance something that already shines so beautifully” He sighed looking at his watch “We should get to class, can’t have them thinking we are conspiring to take control of the university can we?”

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     “I’m not sure that many other babies are grown in their mother’s laboratory, so...the odds are pretty slim that I came from anywhere else” she teased, shaking her head. Hazel didn’t feel that she was all that sweet, but she could see how compared to Thorn’s far more prickly approach to those that she didn’t like, she could see his point. “Not mushrooms. Mushrooms will grow anywhere” she teased, smirking widely. “You’re being incredibly nice today, what’s your angle?” she was mostly kidding. Mostly. But she couldn’t let herself trust that he was simply telling the truth because it opened an entirely new can of worms. “Why not? What are they going to do, force us to go to another school?”

poppy: im sure ur right but remind me WHY again?

poppy: pucker up baby ill be using TONGUE

hazel: because that girl was ONE HUNDRED PERCENT flirting with you earlier

hazel: honestly it was painful to watch

Hazel: I couldn't fix him.

Hazel: But I could fuck him.