“Got ghosts in my head and they won’t go,” Hunter sang under her breath as she kicked at a rock. “Spirits in my head and they won’t go— cool your tits, man, this is my body,” she growled, cutting herself off to address the particularly insistent voice in her head that raged at her for control. She kicked the rock a little too hard, and it flew upward, bounced off a tree, and hit her in the shoulder. “Ow.” It didn’t hurt, not really. But saying “ow” felt normal, and Hunter grasped at every strand of normalcy she could get.
“Skipping class?” a wry voice said from above, accompanied by a wild fluttering of wings. Talons cut into the shoulder that the rock had ricocheted into.
“Eh,” Hunter replied to her great-grandfather, whose soul had remained in the living world in the body of a red-tailed hawk. Hunter had, very descriptively, christened him Hawk. She rubbed a knuckle into her head. “Some self-proclaimed hotshot spirit found out I existed this morning and keeps trying to take over. So basically the usual.”
Hawk nipped her ear in chastise. “Still, ya can’t flunk out in the first week, kiddo. Don’t think the higher-ups would appreciate a bird in the building, but I can watch ya from the windows.”
He fluffed his feathers in alarm as Hunter suddenly punched a tree trunk.
“Sorry,” she said, breathing heavily. “Man made another go at it.” Her hand came up to her eyepatch-covered eye, hovering just above it. “Maybe if I blast music loud enough it’ll get the bastard to back the hell off.”
“Guinevere Hunter Quinn,” Hawk began, and Hunter dropped the headphones she had been picking up from her neck, wincing at the sound of her first name. Hawk looked as smug as a bird could look. “Get your spirit medium ass the hell back to class,” he finished. “Promise if anything starts to go wrong, Lupus will jump through the window and possess you first.”
Hunter sighed. “Fine,” she grumbled, replacing the headphones over her head and cranking the volume on her iPod to maximum. She felt more than heard the flutter of wings next to her head as Hawk took off again. The sound of crashing drums and roaring guitar whisked her mind away from the prying eyes and grasping hands of the spirits only she could see.
She began to walk towards the building, eyes empty of everything except the music.
(OOC: part of me wants to say eugh cuz this post is disorganized af but it feels good to be RPing Hunter again)