Butterflies and hurricanes

Nathan rode in silence as she made her way to the motel, getting off the bike once it had come to a stop in the parking lot of the motel. "This isn't me debting you by the way, me paying for the night I mean." Nathan tossed out their to her. Course he had it in mind to believe that she'd never fulfill the debt if it was one, let alone consider him doing this as anything more than a means to furthering her ends of kicking his ass back at the camp. A task that he was hard pressed not to have happen.

He walked into the lounge area and asked for one room for the night. Course it being a normal motel room it had two separate beds and all that nonsense. Anyways, he paid for the room and then used the phone at the motel to order a pizza, granted it was a terrible idea with the signal flare and all, Delaware was a small state and he figured that there wouldn't be any monsters for a few miles or so, specially if they heard about what happened in D.C. today. Regardless he led Chiara to the room and told her that about the pizza order that was on the way.

Once in the room Nathan tossed his stuff onto one of the beds and then flopped down onto one of the beds. Sighing at the wish for a change of clothes to replace the shambles he was wearing right at the moment.

The staff was grumpy and rude, the price too high and the building dirty. Chiara scaled up a staircase in bad shape next to Nathan and walked up to their room, the 104, which was tiny, smelly and had two beds close together. There was not even a desk or anything -- not that Chiara cared anyway.
She opened the door to the bathroom and turned the tap open, gathering fresh water into the palms of her hands and splashing it onto her face. It was only when she looked at the finger-stained mirror that she realized she had had earth and dirt on her face. Even a bit of monster dust.

She threw the crash helmet onto the one bed next to Nathan's and sat down heavily on the mattress. It squished noisily under her weight. He had ordered pizza, three Meat Lover, and Chiara was impatient for them to arrive.
After having opened the windows to let fresh air in, she took a look at her tattered shirt. There was a big rip across her stomach where the dracaena had hit her, and it showed her muscular abs. She grimaced and forgot it; the wound was disappearing either way.

The pizzas arrived and Chiara wolfed hers down. She had an unholy appetite for somebody that short -- guess that being irritating 24/7/365 requested quite some calories. That and fighting pyromaniac giants, jumping off planes and escaping on motorbikes.
When she had finished her first pizza, she had sauce all across her mouth, and even some on the nose, but she didn't give a single sh!t.

"Are you still hungry?" she asked, eyeing the third pizza.

OOC: There you go. Now I'm gonna sleep, biAtch.

Nathan paid the delivery guy when he brought the food and then sat with his own pizza, eating about 4 or 5 of the slices while Chiara scarfed her's down like she hadn't eaten a day in her life. 'Well then' he thought before going back to eating his own. He felt full with still at least half a pizza left when she asked if he was still hungry and he sighed slightly. "Take the rest of mine, if you're still hungry eat some of the third one, but we need to save some of it for breakfast, better to eat it then than have to make anymore stops before we get to camp." He said to her as he sat on his own mattress and took a stock of what he still had. 'Surprisingly it looks like I haven't lost much...' He thought to himself as he kicked his shoes off and stretched out on his mattress, starting to doze off again. It wasn't long before he was sleeping again.

Nathan slept through the night, feeling quite relaxed in his slumber now that he had the chance to sleep without fear of death. Granted there was fear with the call but subconsciously he had the sense that he was safe and sound. Regardless he could sense something wrong, then he felt the bed mattress getting loud out of nowhere and heard a loud yell with the sound of Chiara's voice backing it. His eyes fluttered for a moment and fell back down before finally opening up all the way. He turned over and saw Chiara out of bed, freaking like she'd seen a ghost. He sat up and then got out of bed and walked over to her. "What's wrong, Chiara?" He asked her. His voice was very clearly in diction, he wasn't going to let her brush him aside on this one.

Nathan stood there for a moment not ready to go to her aid just yet. Then he watched her in the darkness as she fumbled around, ending up on the ground holding herself to keep from trembling. He walked over and sat there next to her, reaching and wrapping his arms around her to hold her. "I don't care what your feelings towards me are...I can see you're in a hellish state...and I want to know what's wrong..you're not pushing me away..not this time." He told her. He was calm and determined, not willing to let up in his resolve to get her to at least give him something to go on so that he may understand the pain and anguish she was feeling right now.

Nathan watched as the daughter of Ares stood up and brushed him away again, telling him to go back to sleep. He stood then and sat down on the bed then watched as the girl curled back into the fiddle position. Slowly he stood and then walked over, sitting down in front of her in order to see her face. "It's something to do with your past..that much is obvious. But you refuse to tell me. Either that's hatred of me or hatred of my mother. Regardless of either I'm here to help you, until we get back to camp and you leave me to never be seen again, I'm here now. I don't tell the troubles other people have as gossip it sickens me to see it done. I won't tell your pain, but you have to trust me...this is eating you up..horribly so it seems." He said to her. He got all of it out, refusing to pay attention to anything she had to say about him going away and leaving her alone. He was here right now and if it destroyed the hotel he'd find a way to get her to open up.

Nathan sat there, moving into a chair instead of being on the floor while she had ended up lying in the bed trying to ignore him. Suddenly she turned back around obviously annoyed by the fact that he had not left the position he was in. She told him briefly the most generally statement she could of what it was..then heard the term 'family stuff' and instantly got an idea of what she meant of it. 'Sis..I hope you can help me with this..' He thought on the chance that he was right.

He stood after she had ended her statement..walking over to the window and looking out of it, silent for a minute or two as he went through his thoughts on what she had told him. "I can't say I know your problems..obviously you've made it a point not to tell me. But I'll leave you alone on the matter...something my dad taught me was that you don't bother people about their family. Granted I'm not much for authority that was one of the things that stuck. I'll leave it be." He told her, contemplating whether he should go outside and get some fresh air or not. He decided against it and went over then crawled into his own bed, though with how close the two were it's a wonder you can tell them as two different beds. He laid there for a moment before pulling the covers over him again.

Nathan woke up with a shock from Chiara that morning as she shoved away from him telling him to take his hands off her. He didn't even realized that they had ended up snuggled together during the night after they fell asleep, it just sorta happened. 'What the fahk..' He thought as he sat up. "Sorry.." He muttered to her as he got up and went to the bathroom to splash some water on his face and wake him up. 'Well..this is either awkward...or horrifying...' He thought, not sure what to feel about what they had just awoken to. Suddenly he felt his stomach grumble and remembered the pizza that was meant to be saved for breakfast. "Go ahead and get the pizza out..leave a slice or two for me and you can have the rest if you want it.." He told her, staying in the bathroom a little longer while he fully woke up.

Nathan sat on the bed eating the pizza slices that he was left trying to get the incident that just occurred out of his mind. He wasn't really sure to think of what had happened, but at the same time he also questioned when in the night they had ended up like that. 'I just need to forget about this..' He thought. This whole trip has been a flop ever since the two of them ended up meeting at that skate park. He saw her come out furious and he just shrugged and got up. "At least this is over.." He stated on the thought that they'd be back at camp and this whole two days would be put well behind them. He left the room and went around to the check in, and then gave back the keys to the room. He left the place and then walked over and got on the motorcycle behind her. "Would you prefer us steal a car so you don't have to look at me or is this going to be okay?" He asked her having a feeling that she'd want him to drive back on his own and maybe crash the car.

Nathan bit his tongue before he said something else to piss her off after she sneered at him about the car idea. Climbing on the back of the motorbike he sat there preparing for when she'd turn the thing wide open and speed right along the road to get back to New York. 'This is gonna be a long couple hours..' He thought.

Nathan sat on the back of the bike, holding on tight while she blazed down the road.

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They pulled up at the camp.

Nathan nodded at her in her response that this adventure never happened. "What adventure?" He merely asked, his eyes showing that that was him common way of acting as if it never happened. He walked down the hill, thinking about his cat, Specter, and how the creature was probably pissed at him from not being around. He sighed at the return to camp life and vanished into the shadows, returning to his cabin for a change of clothes and some proper sleep..without any other persons sharing his mattress.