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Korbin Hale
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#1
KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
The fist connected with his jaw in a crack that resounded through his head. A knee followed and connected with his gut. Though he tightened the abs it still knocked the wind out of him and made the tall youth stagger, and from that on it was basically over. Big though he was, Korbin was still only a whelp among full grown wolves here. The world was a blur of light and shadow, of warmth from blazing fires, from burning liquour, from his own blood as it poured from his nose and split lip. It faded, slipped away along with his consciousness as fists and feet kept pummeling his teetering frame... and then brought back into sharp clarity when strong hands heaved him up under the elbows and he was thrown bodily out through the door. A roar of laughter followed as he tumbled along the ground, a wet rag too drunk to even really stand properly. His coat was flung out after him, and landed in the snow a few feet away. Crawling on hands and knees towards it, he was already shivering in the bitter cold by the time he reached it, and his hands wouldn't stop shaking even after he'd pulled it on.

The sound of boots crunching in the snow made him look up sharply, ready to scrabble back if someone had come for more. But it was just the old barman, grizzled and weatherbeaten. He hunched down before the young man, and pressed a bottle into his hands.

"Not as I dunno why, lad, but there's limits, even fer me. Ye dun brawl in my place. Ye pay fair, or ye dun drink. Yer not settin foot inside until ye cleared yer debt, and I dun see yer face unless it's te pay it off. An tha's final." With a shovel-sized hand the old man clapped Korbin on the shoulder and stood. There was much shaking of heads and muttering from the leering crowd, but soon the door closed and the noise was cut off abruptly.

Korbin was left huddled on the street outside. Alone. It was dark and, since this was Halo, fucking cold. Fresh blood kept runneling into his mouth, and though he spat it out into the snow, it kept coming back.

A good analogy for something, no doubt, but he couldn't think of what it compared to.

Groaning softly from pain, he unfolded his long limbs and pushed himself up on his feet. His head was pounding, the world a caleidoscope of light and dark, of shadows and firelight and the distant stars somewhere high above. Safrin must be very disappointed by what she saw, should she glance down about now. So much for talking about his feelings. So much for following her instructions. The seashell she had given him still sat in a pocket, and he kept turning it between numb fingers as he staggered off, bottle in one hand, down some dark alley. Pausing every once in a while to throw up; all liquid, all bile and booze. It was the only thing he consumed these days, and it was ironic how he wasn't even able to keep hold of the booze.

Not quite clear on where he was going, Korbin walked on blindly. He just vaguely knew that he would need to get inside. Doubtlessly, he was smearing blood onto that shell as he fumbled with it. But it seemed just another good analogy. He was supposed to color it, right? Nothing said it shouldn't be with his own damn blood and guts.

He wasn't even angry. Hadn't been, even when he got involved in that argument. Hadn't felt anything when he let the first fist fly, and felt nothing as he was soundly beaten. Even now, when his eye was starting to swell shut and he casually had to consider if the nose had been broken, the dull throb of pain was all that reached him, over the dull roar of alcohol buzzing through his ears. Or bloodstream. Or wherever the fuck it went.

Korbin's staggered path led him from the center of Snowcloak and towards the outer sections of the town. The wall loomed like a pale shadow in the distance, but all around him was nothing but houses, lodges, sheds and barns. It gave him an idea.

Minutes later, he stood outside a shed and struggled to pick the lock on the door. But either it had rusted or was frozen solid, because his picks kept breaking and he didn't have that many. Who even locked their sheds in the Citadel? Damned invasion attempt was making everyone edgy. Another of the thin metal pieces bent out of shape and Korbin swore as he tossed it into the snow. Digging through his pockets, he found the last one and tried one last time, fumbling and slow with fingers that shivered and grew numb from the biting cold.
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CHULANE

'He headed off down that way,' the local pointed down the street. One might question why Chulane would be tracking the raven-boy who had so unceremoniously wolloped him the last time they had happened to cross paths. This time they would cross paths and it would be wholly less accidental.

He couldn't really say why he was looking for the boy after hearing. Reflexes, he supposed, happy to lean on the convenient excuse Korbin himself had used. Chuy was a bit more prepared for an interaction this time - he had first-hand experience on what to expect from the boy these days.

"Korbin." Deep voice intoned, clear and strong against the chill that was setting in. It was late, later than Chuy liked to be outdoors in Halo. He had spent the better part of the afternoon trying to track the boy down, having heard news of his exploits earlier, and then taken it upon himself to ensure the boy was still safe, still alive…

He had brought a few things with him, the most important of which being a thick blanket. "Korbs, c'mon. Lenny has a room for you ready at the lodge." He held the blanket out before him, knowing better than to go ahead and approach the boy to drape it over him. He glanced at the boy's shaking hands, at all of what had become of the boy.

"Follow me there and then I'll be gone again, I promise." The promise was given with as much honesty as Korbin would hold him to - if he expressed a desire for him to linger, he would, otherwise… he'd comply with Korbin's desire to have as little to do with him as possible.
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KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
The voice made him jump, and with a light snap the lockpick snapped in his fingers. Korbin bolted from the door he'd been trying to break into and ran away like a rabbit before he even processed who ut was or how they'd suck up on him. The boy didn't get many paces before his weakened body betrayed him. His knees buckled and he crashed headlong into the snow, the bottle smashing against the frozen ground. The reek of strong liquour filled the air, and it made his stomach roil again. But though he tried, though he somehow wobbled up on hands and knees and retched, there was nothing more in his stomach to expel.

He was a mess. Too drunk to be coherent. Bloodied, bruised and unwashed, the clothes in as sorry a state as he was. The glare he tried to level at Chulane through swollen eyelids was unfocused and quite unimpressive. Like the growling of a half-drowned pup.

"Iun.. Iunneed no'elp," he slurred. Stubborn, and ashamed at being caught like this. At being seen. His head hurt, his body ached, and there was a foul taste in his mouth that made no sense to him until Korbin rememebered that he had thrown up. Right.

He tried to get back on his feet, but the world spun too much. Wobbling dangerously, he braced with his hands, and felt a dull, distant ache as he put the palm down on a shard of the broken glass. Blinking, he watched the blood spread into the snow. Numbly fascinated by the slow trickle of the dark stain.
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CHULANE

He was totally demented, beaten and bloody, his words barely making sense to Chulane. As he tried to run, and then fell, and then retched, the farmer only took a step back, as he might if an animal was behaving unruly before him. Silently, he just watched as the boy proceeded to declare himself without need for assistance, for help, only to prove though his drunken actions once more that help was the least thing he clearly needed.

Chulane had spent his whole life uncomfortably close to alcoholics. Australia had a culture where alcohol drinking was rampant, where it was considered 'normal' to be plastered drunk every weekend, and some weekdays too. It was why he himself avoided the substance, not only hating the sensation of loss of control over himself, but also the effects his lack of inhibitions might have on others. He just couldn't stand himself if he were to be told stories of things he had done with no memory of having done them.

He was so aware of the danger he was putting himself into, as he stepped near and squatted by the boy, throwing the blanket over the hunched shoulders, and then reaching to grab a hold of his elbow, gripping firmly so that he might pluck another cloth from his pockets and use it to protect his own fingers as he made to extract the glass that was slicing up Korbin's hand. He hoped the boy was too drunk to get another shot in - Chulane had no desire to be struck again. Should he be successful in this, he would then wrap the cloth as tight as he could manage about Korbin's hand, and then make to rise himself, still clutching to the lad's elbow.

"Get up," he ordered in a deep, booming voice. "Now." he followed-up just to be sure, before making to walk with the boy still firmly in his grip slowly but surely towards the lodge.
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KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
The boy did struggle of couse. There was a lot of jerking away from touch, fighting the hands that sought to remove the glass, and a stream of cussing - garbled nonsense that was more often unintelligible than not. But though there were attempts to unleash that violence he had subjected Chulane to before, Korbin's own body betrayed him. He couldn't bring any strength into his limbs, and certainly not enough to clock the man. Fortunate for Chuy.

There was a hiss when the glass was pulled out. Then he was hoisted up on his feet and led away. How they got to the lodge was a mystery; Korbin didn't remember, only felt his throat burn again as if he had thrown up more. The sight of lights burning in unshuttered windows seemed somehow offensive to him. He tried to slam the breaks when they got to the door, to pull free from the grip on his arm.

"No. Ican't... Nu' gonna goin there." Sure, he had been trying to get indoors, but there were people here. Eyes that would watch, mouths to spew idiotic nonsense, warmth and comfort he didn't need... that he did not deserve.

The cold street and the dark alleys were better suited to the likes of him.
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CHULANE

Somehow he had managed to get them both to the lodge, where firelight lit the windows and smells of roasted foods drifted from the kitchen. However, apparently this was an affront to him, unacceptable - Chulane near growled at the boy.

"Get the fuck over yourself. Get inside now." Saying no simply was not an option - Chulane kept his grip tight on the lad's elbow, not caring if he bruised him up - Korbin had done more to him on their last meeting, had he not?

With his spare hand he reached out to open the door, before hollering inside. "I've got him Lenny, we'll need a healer." The lodge itself wasn't too crowded, most residents had gone to bed already, those that remained in the sitting room knew better than to get involved in matters that didn't directly affect them.

The landlord, Lenny, grumbled something about the ridiculousness of the hour as he went past them, off down the street to fetch a healer. "Straight to the washroom with you," Chuy declared as he tried to get them through the doorway and indeed, to the washroom of the lodge, where he would sit Korbin on a chair in there, or the floor if that's where the boy ended up.

From there, he would squat again beside the boy with the first aid kit, and work on gently unwrapping the bloody hand, to clean it and closer inspect it.
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#7
KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
The light stabbed at his eyes. The smell of food made his stomach turn over, knees growing weak from nausea and hunger alike. Chulane's fingers dug into his elbow, and no matter how Korbin twisted and jostled to get loose, he was dragged in past the threshold. He knew the guy who passed them in the doorway. Just like he knew the faces and a few names of the people who carefully did not look his way in the sitting area. Their focus crawled about him like fleas, skin itching from all the things they didn't say.

Somewhere between the door and the washroom, the boy stopped struggling. Resigned to the futility of it perhaps, or finally drained of all strength but what remained to stay on his feet.

Korbin tried to find the chair, but missed. He crumbled to the floor in a heap of long limbs, head spinning and stomach turning over and over. Not wanting to hurl again - there was nothing left inside to expel anyway - he sucked in slow breaths between clenched teeth. Only vaguely aware of Chulane's ministrations with his hand.

"Shoulda jus lefme," he grumbled, leaning his head down on pulled up knees. Every inch of his body ached, face throbbing more and more as the warmth of the indoors made his skin thaw. "Who 'uckin cares if I 'un make it? I don'. You meddling bastard."

For some reason, the insult was the only thing that came out perfectly clear.
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CHULANE

He was almost glad that Korbin was as wasted as he was, for any less then surely he would be able to fight, to resist and cause more harm, rather than just be a wiggling, squirming, disagreeable dickhead about it. Eventually the boy seemed to lose even that fight though, and simply allowed himself to be steered about, to fall unceremoniously to the washroom floor, to have little choice but to put up with the veterinarian's ministrations.

A huff of a laugh passed through his lips at the insult, the first clear one the boy had managed to utter - clearly Korbin thought it the most important message that needed to get across.

"Evidently I'm a meddling bastard who cares." he said simply, his words still clear and strong, though without the usual humour that might have coloured them. If anything, he sounded sad, but determined, resolute on the path he was walking. He kept cleaning the cut, thanking the gods of this world that the snowy expanse of Halo, and the fact that it was an alcohol bottle the cut was made on, meant it was quite clean, both hygienically speaking and physically - the actual shape of the cut was a line in the meat of his thumb. It would heal easily with proper bandaging, or immediately if whichever healer Lenny managed to get was skilled enough to look after it and the rest of Korbin's ailments.

Wrapping it with a clean cloth, he looked over the boy, nose crinkling at the offensive stench wafting off him. "Time for a shower." He declared, before he got to work beginning to peel layers of clothing off the boy, helping him only so much as to leave him in his underwear before lifting him to a standing position again if need be, and pushing him towards the shower, cranking the faucet to run as warm as it could.
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#9
KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
Korbin had a lot to say about that, but it all came out a garbled mess, a slurry of indistinct sounds where the tongue mostly got in the way of gnashing teeth. The general message seemed to be about where Chulane could put his care and a sincere hope that he would choke on it. The anatomical plausibility of the procedure was... questionable.

A whole new struggle commenced when he was ordered into the shower. The process of being stripped was more than a little humiliating, and the outcome of the battle was a win for the veterinarian. Shuddering from residual cold and reclined against the wall, Korbin hissed and pawed at his eyes when the water came pouring down over him. It made the cuts on his face sting savagely, and in more than one place along the sides too.

It was a sorry sight. Korbin had always been lean, but days and weeks without proper food had left him thin, almost gaunt. The ribs were showing, spine jutting as he turned his back, and his body was littered with bruises. From fights, from falling, from sleeping... wherever he had been. They painted a picture of self-abuse that needed no knives or glowing embers to leave märks, and the huge, dark raven that spread its inked wings across his back and shoulders seemed to scream the agony that was the source of it all. The one Korbin no longer had the words to express.

It was only slightly, but the water cleared some of the fog from Korbin's head. Enough that he reached for a bar of soap on his own, before it was done for him. He started to remove the underwear, hating the cling of wet cloth against the skin.

"Plan on watchin?" Korbin half growled, as he shot a glare over the shoulder at Chulane.
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CHULANE

Chulane took a step back when the water started, averting his eyes from the thin, bruised and battered form that was Korbin. The boy had once claimed to be totally apathetic towards him, and so why should he feel shame and embarrassment that Chulane saw him this way now? Had things changed?

That was a stupid thought. Of course things had changed.

He didn't know if things between them had changed for better or worse, but he couldn't stop himself from caring for the boy who had saved him off the Tundra those handful of months ago. He knew that Korbin had some good in him, had some promise, some hint of something great, and yet it seemed Korbin thought that quality had dissolved when Weaver had passed, and only sought to meet her in whatever afterlife Caido offered.

He himself felt helpless against the pit of despair Korbin so clearly currently occupied. Who was he to try and help him out of it? To offer him a hand, to prolong his suffering in his grief?

He had already turned his back to give the boy privacy before Korbin had even shed his underwear. Once they plopped wetly on the ground, Chuy simply gathered them up with the rest of the boy's clothes and stepped outside the washroom, gently closing the door behind him.

In the hallway was Lenny, with the same matronly healer Korbin had managed to get for Chulane not long ago. Chuy kept the wry smirk to himself as he nodded for her to enter, handing her a fresh change of clothes to take in for Korbin. He then stepped quickly to the room he had prepaid Lenny for Korbin's use, and hung the coat over the back of the chair, before putting the rest in the laundry-room of the lodge, to be dealt with later.

He returned to the hallway just outside the washroom then, patiently waiting for the healer to be done with her craft, hoping to have a less-cut-and-bruised Korbin step out soon enough.
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KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
Soap suds and water ran gray into the drain. It could have been some metaphor for inner cleansing, how the boy finally realized the depth of his folly and let go of the darkness, the self-destruction... but things were never that simple. It was just hot water and soap, not magical potions. The healer that entered found Korbin just as contrary as he had been with Chulane, and in the end, all she was permitted to heal was the cut on his hand. She left the washroom in a huff, raging about fools and children and unrelated things and managed to include Chuy in the scolding too before she left.

A few minutes later, the water was turned off within, and Korbin emerged in the door. Supported against the wall, he looked both better and worse at the same time. The borrowed clothes did not fit well, and the bruising on his face stood out starkly against skin so pale it was almost gray. Though his gaze was a bit clearer than before it was no less wary. He eyed Chulane darkly from under the damp tendrils of dark hair, as if trying to predict what new humiliations he would be forced to suffer through next.  

"If you expect me to be grateful for any of this, you are dead wrong," he said eventually.
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CHULANE

Chulane took the scolding from the healer without much surprise, honestly. He had expected the boy to reject the healing, and almost wished that he himself held the gift of healing in his hands like the Abandoned do, so he could wipe away the hurts, the bruises, the cuts and the emotional damage too. Alas, he was simply left to do whatever he could with mere mortal hands and wiles.

When the boy emerged not long after, Chulane looked him over, glad that the smell of the boy was greatly improved, at least. While having a shower and letting the days' (weeks'/months') worth of dirt and pain wash down the drain was a nice thought, grief was never that easy. Chulane gestured down the hallway at a room whose door was open, the edge of the chair with his coat slung over the back visible.

"Your room's that way, unless you wanna eat in the common room." He said, his tone still that strong, firm volume, not allowing any room to wiggle. He didn't respond to Korbin's jab, didn't expect a thanks, didn't need one - he was here because he cared, as much as the boy was repulsed by such a thought. The choice as to where they would go within the lodge was now placed in Korbin's hands - but the boy would eat.
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KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
Oh, so he was given options now? Korbin's expression showed a clear desire to pick neither and simply remain where he was, just out of spite. The lack of response to his own words was annoying too, but he kept his mouth shut. He cast a long stare in the direction of the exit, weighing his options, the chances of escape... and found them slim. This drunk, he couldn't shift. Would just be returned to his own form before the alcohol content in his blood killed the raven, and with his clothes (and shoes) confiscated, he would not get far in the cold night.

In the end, he chose the room. Did not so much as glance in the direction of the common room as he staggered past, a hand to the wall for support. The smell of food that permeated the air still made his stomach turn, and he had to resort to breathing through the mouth again, so as not to become sick. Every second spent in this place made the skin on his back crawl with unease, his resentment a prickly aura like barbs and tines, rejecting everything that was offered here.

Korbin knew what Chulane was trying to do here. And he was dead set on resisting all of it. Wanted no food or comfort or company, desired no support or care and no help. If he had wanted any of it, he would have stayed in Loren's ridiculous igloo, or in the elder's lodge, or followed Noah back from the aviary. Let Kiada's fumbling words bring him solace.

But no. Korbin rejected all of it. All of them. And as he entered the room, he headed straight for the bed, trying to slam the door in Chuy's face should the man be following.
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CHULANE

Chulane frankly, didn't have any shits left to give about Korbin's opinion on his actions. He didn't care that the boy wanted to resist, to escape, to just be contrary to everything offered to him. He was ready for the door slam, had come to expect it (had come to expect the poor behaviour rather than the gratitude), and stepped his booted foot in the way of it. It still thumped against his foot, still hurt, but his boot protected him for the most part.

Stepping inside, he also wasn't surprised when the boy went straight to the bed, ignoring the bowl of broth and knob of bread that steaming on the small desk for him. Chulane simply sat in the chair, and watched over the boy, like the vet he was watching over an animal recovering from anaesthetic.

Korbin was like an animal caught in barbed wire, unable to see the way out, unable to see that the hands reaching for him are trying to help, and so struggling, fighting, and only encouraging the wire to tighten, to dig deeper, to strangle him slowly but surely. Chulane was wanted nothing more than to be like a saviour with a strong set of wire-cutters, freeing the boy from the immediate danger and ready to treat the wounds he had collected along the way.

But again, grief was not that simple.

"Tell me about Weaver." He said to the boy's back, hoping to ignite a reaction from him, to incite something - what exactly, he didn't know.
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