You Wanna Go, Do Ya? (JT)

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy was in her dorm room, sitting at her desk with her desktop computer up and running. She was waiting for the loading screen to stop, well, loading. Because she wanted to play. The music in her dorm was blaring from her room, but she didn't care much. Why? Well, if you'd ask she'd tell you her roommates were dicks and she didn't care if they had a problem with it. They do that kinda shit all the time and she doesn't get uppity.

Oh well.

The screen loaded finally, and she dropped her pen to the desk and stopped drawing on her arm. Mouse in one hand, Red Bull in the other and she was clicking into whatever open game there was. While waiting to be thrown into a team and dropped into the map, she skimmed the stats of each other person as well as looking at their profiles. Huh. One of the people on the other team was from Vermont too. She retracted her hands, cracked her knuckles, threw her headset on and returned to the ready.

She was dropped right into the game. And her character immediately went for the sniper rifle and the best location she could think of. Now for some reason she just wanted to pick on the dude or lady from Vermont because that shit was hilarious. She waited for a while until she saw the player's character run across the screen, lined up her shot and;

Boom!

"Take that you bastard." She snickered to herself, not realising that her headset was on and he or she might have heard her.

[Jaythen McKay]

Another mission complete. JT had been at this all night and well into the morning, his own headset simply another limb. His life was relatively dull these days, but he also wasn’t complaining. He couldn’t, not when he was living with his parents still and jobless. He just didn’t like being cooped up in an office type setting and what’s sure where to go from here. Other than destroying the other team.

Jaythen wasn’t a sniper type of guy. He was more of a, grab the biggest gun (usually shotgun), and shoot it in your opponents face. Little to no strategy involved, but it usually had the desired results. So far so good, until...

JT could be heard swearing into the mic. He smirked at the person who got him, laughing a bit. “My parents love me, thank you very much,” he said while waiting to get back into the game. Good thing his internet connection was strong. He hadn’t noticed the other guy’s location.

But he did notice being restarted right behind said person. “Gotcha,” he said, before his trigger hand went off, hitting the player who sniped him in the back of the head. What goes around comes around. The score was almost even, with his team having a one point lead and only three minutes left. This should be fun.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Huh? What?" Lucy asked, momentarily turning over her shoulder like someone was talking in the room. She'd forgotten about the headset, because she was so used to it so it really just felt like an extension of her being. Of course when she realised she couldn't help but grin. Suddenly there went her character's head, flying off the ledge and down into the makeshift yard.

He would have heard some kind of crashing sound. That was Lucy hitting something off her desk with the palm of her hand, "That's not even fair!" But she didn't really have time to throw some kind of dumbass fit, she was back in the game.

"I bet you know the map like the freakin' back of your hand, too. Dontcha?" She wasn't all wait and shoot; Lucy was way too impatient for that. And she was already annoyed by the way the rules of spawning had royally screwed her. As soon as she was able she went all dueled pistols on someone else on the other guy's team. After all, you could only respawn so many times per round. Process of elimination~

[Jaythen McKay]

JT thought it was pretty awesome that a girl was playing, he could tell by the voice. Most of the people on here were teeny bopper males who didn’t know how to play. It was pretty annoying, but he would take what he could get so long as someone was online. And there was always someone online.

He had to wonder if anyone was afraid of her now.

“I’d say it was,” he argued, his little character roaming about the screen, taking out two more of the players on the girl’s team before he took cover. His team was winning just a bit more now. “And I bet you don’t know what you’re doing because you’re a girl,” he retorted sarcastically. How’d she feel about assumptions being put on her, hm?

Killing another two on the other team, someone on his team took him out. “Aw! Are you kidding me!” He practically growled. Some people’s kids should not be allowed to play online. “Moron,” JT said, coming back into the game with nothing but his own figurative fists to fight with. It looked like the other team was going to win now.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Yeah? Look how good my team is." Lucy retorted, her Australian accent coming more and more into play as she spoke. He probably knew that they sucked, considering they were losing at that point. The whole thing about being a girl was what pissed her off about these kind of online games. A few other complaints rang through her ears; her teammates complaining about what she said. "You do suck. You're about to get booted from the round. That to me says you suck."

She laughed really loud when she realised he was killed by someone on his own team. She caught him out of the corner of her eye and had to start following quickly, before he picked up some kind of other weapon. "Ohyeah, you better be running," She snerked, firing a few bullets off around him.

"Come on, sweetheart. Y'might as well give up already." Her voice carried a sinisterly sweet quality to it. Because this part was always the most fun.

[Jaythen McKay]

"Your team is as good as mine..." he mumbled, unable to fathom at how great his luck was. Honestly, couldn't there be better player online at this time of day? Was it too much to ask? Or was he the only bum of his age online?

JT could feel his adrenaline rushing as his mind focused totally on the game at hand. He didn't have a weapon, but he couldn't show that, then he'd be a goner for sure. But there was rapid fire all around him and he had nothing for protection or for offense. He was literally S.O.L.

His character whipped around and into an abandoned building. She had one things right - he knew the map like the back of his hand. He also had way too much time on said hands. "I don't give up that easily," he said, finding a the trapdoor on the main floor where all the good weapons were kept.

But the round ended before he could do anything with the, the girl's team had won.

He sighed, sticking his tongue out a little in concentration as he added her to his friend's list. She was pretty good, and he wasn't afraid of her.

"You wouldn't in interested in getting some quick gamer score would you?" Most people didn't pass up teaming up with someone else to get the achievements in games that were otherwise impossible to get.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy gritted her teeth as he disappeared. Ahh, that's what she got for screwing around in order to terrorise random strangers. She was quick to follow along but then-

GAME OVER.

"You didn't even need to give up." She beamed with confidence as she was rocketed to the loading screen again. Pick your teammates and all that. She was pretty quick to give the other guys on her team the boot; they were useless. And she'd rifle through their douchey hate messages afterwards.

A friend request popped up and she checked it, eyeing it for a second or so before his voice chimed in. For some reason it took her a lot longer to answer than it normally would. Because the normal answer involved perfused swearing and assumed finger gestures.

"Yeah, okay. Whatever." Lucy finally replied, accepting his request.

[Jaythen McKay]

JT smirked. "Don't sound too thrilled," he said, "I might have to ask what's up your ass." Honest and silly, those characteristics described him well enough. That, and lazy bum with nothing better to do with his life, because he insisted on doing something he wanted to do and couldn't find that yet. An office job just didn't suit him.

It was only after a brief view from her profile that his eyes grew wide. She was situated pretty close to home. "You don't have electronic manipulation do you?" He asked, thinking of his 'younger' brother.

The next screen loaded, and JT was quick to add a description of the game. 'Getting serious gamer score here. Act like a jerk, and you'll be punted.' Good enough.

"Let the games begin," he said, smiling at the screen and scratching at his scraggly beard, "what do you want to go after first?" JT didn't mind collaborating.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Ha! Lucy had reached for a nearby can of Red Bull and went to take a sip when he started talking. Her laughter was loud, and probably a little obnoxious. "It ain't your head, that's for sure." She retorted, smirking widely, "Why d'you care? You're never gonna get close enough to see." She couldn't really help but laugh more at her own words. She did like it when people were honest.

"Electronic manipulation? What?" Powers, seriously? "I don't need that kinda thing to be good, if that's what you're thinking. Mine's a lot less useful." She laughed a lot more when she saw the description he'd written. This was just getting better and better, really.

Her character fell into the game not far from where he was, if the map was any indication. "You wanna go one way and I'll go the other? Get some shotguns and corner people?"

[Jaythen McKay]

Her laughter wasn't as bad as she thought it was. "Well I certainly hope not. That's pretty disturbing." How could someone's asshole be that big? Wait, he didn't want to know, he'd seen some pretty questionable pictures on Tumblr that could explain that whole situation. "I'm just talking," he stated, his eyes bouncing around the screen and his fingers typing away to other players who he may or may not have another round with later on.

He sighed. "I never said you did, I was just curious." Not everyone was out to get her, or you know, put her down. "What is it then?" He asked with a smirk. "I'm a doppleganger, pretty much the best power when you want to go to comiccon." He could be anybody, and more than one - an exact replica. He just needed to buy the right outfits. Sewing - another talent of JT's.

"Sounds good," he said, getting lost in the game almost immediately. He didn't think she would stick around much past this. It wasn't like he expected her to be friends with him. "Shouldn't you be in school or something?" He asked, his guy picking up a hunting knife and a shotgun, following the blipping dot on the screen that was her.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

A doppleganger? Lucy's mouth dropped open, and the sound that came out was something of an impressed laughter. "You go to comiccon?" She asked, because that was the one thing that she was stuck on. In a good way. "Always wanted to go. Never had the chance." It wasn't exactly accessible before she moved.

"Uhhhh," She tried to think of a good way to explain her powers, "Moving ink and stuff. On skin or paper or walls or whatever. Paint too, sometimes. It always feels weird when I move my tattoos." She wasn't really sure why she said that part. She figured it helped make sense of it all.

"I'm there right now. Just not in class." Was there class on at that time? Was she skipping it..? Her guy started leading the charge, pulling out a shotgun and trudging through the map. The others were wandering all over the place. No real plan. "Don't you have a job or something?" She shot the question back with a grin, rounding a corner to find someone just waiting for her. She shot at them as best she could but if it were possible, she was too close to get the aim right. It meant that she had to try and back away. But he had the melee weapon here!

[Jaythen McKay]

“Every year,” Jaythen confirmed. “Sometimes I go as Shakespeare and most people are confused. It’s pretty hilarious.” Maybe if they got to know each other better, he’d offer to take her. But he wasn’t about to waste his breath on someone who wouldn’t take him seriously.

“That’s pretty cool,” he said, trying to imagine what she looked like. “What’re your tattoos like?” Funny thing was, if she gave him a good enough description of her, or even a picture, he could dopplegang her. “It doesn’t hurt to move it?” He asked. The guy didn’t talk to a lot of interesting people often, so he’d take his opportunities when they came.

“Nope, I’m a total loser bum,” he said, quoting something his younger brother had once said. JT had graduated a few years ago, acted on the side, and did whatever came to mind fulltime. Jaythen’s character had the upper hand on her attacker, and soon the other player was dead. “You’re welcome,” he said with a smirk, not that she could see it. He got the achievement for saving someone else’s hide. “And thanks,” he said, his thumbs guiding his character further into the game.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Ha! I'd pay to see that," Lucy replied with clear amusement, "Bet they either stared or asked you what game you were meant to be from."

"I have a couple on my arm." She looked to them for a second before her eyes turned back to the screen. Not that she found it difficult to describe them, but it was always easier for people to just see them, "My favourite one is on my hip though. It's like a purple and yellow laser pistol." It was situated a little lower than her hip probably, but it was hard to explain what that area was. "It's like something crawling under your skin, but you get used to it."

No job? Lucy had to wonder how old he was, but she wasn't going to ask something like that. He sounded older than she did, but then again she wondered if she sounded like she was eighteen. Her accent sometimes threw people. She was glad he jumped in to save her, otherwise that would have been a lame death on her part. "Yeah, thanks." She said afterwards. Those kind of words were awkward for her to say, but she could offer them where they were due.

[Jaythen McKay]

JT laughed. "I've been meaning to get to the one in New York, but, that's a bit of a stretch for me. I mean, I could always pretend to be the president or something. I'm sure they'd get him a plane ticked to New York." But he'd never do that, he was just speculating.

JT made a puking noise. "How could anyone get used to something crawling under their skin?" He shivered. His power was sort of similar, but when his skin changed, it just felt like tugging and pulling, not crawling. Ugh, crawling was such a creepy descriptor.

JT didn't know how old she sounded, nor did he care. He figured she was at the boarding school, and the last time he expressed interest in a high school girl, it didn't end very well. He was all business and no fun, wasn't that what games were about?

"What do you wanna get?" He asked, parading around their map in a zigzag fashion. "I have a few more badges I can get," he flipped to his scoreboard. "Yeah, I can get the one where someone is being chased by Zoolog, you know, the big demon bear type thing, and I get the points for getting a headshot on him." JT smirked. "Wanna be the bait?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Yeah, well they don't do a great Comicon in Australia. It's like a watered down version, or something." Lucy retorted, snerking at the thought. "That's gotta be useful though. A lot more useful than what I can do." Not that she really had a problem with her abilities; they were perfect for her.

She couldn't help but laugh at his reaction to how she explained it. "Like I said; you gotta get used to it. It's not so bad when I just draw on people with normal pens though." Tattoos were in layers of skin, after all.

Lucy skipped to the list again, watching in the background as she kept herself moving. Staying stagnant was an awful idea when it came to this kind of thing. She grinned profusely at his idea; being the bait? "Yeah, I guess I can do that." After all, she was a lot better at that kind of thing. Steath and piss-bolting and all that. She took off in the direction on the map, and within moments they were at their destination.

"You ready?" She asked, waiting for his call. And then she pushed out of cover and ran off, throwing a few stray shots in his direction. "Come get me, you bastard!"