Tough Luck (Jack)

[Aryana Darcy]

Ink. Art. Blood.

Rya managed to get her ass out of the institute for some free time. As much as she loved the hustle and bustle of hormonal teenagers, she needed some time to explore, to get away. The week was over, and it was Friday night. The perfect time to party, in her eyes. But much to Rya's dismay, the bouncer at one of the clubs wouldn't let her in. He had said something along the lines of 'Get your pretty little British ass out of here before I call the cops,' and well, that was the end of that. She'd get in eventually, that much Rya was sure of. Just not now, apparently.

Next best place for the minor had to be the tattoo parlor, considering she had a fascination with body art, as well as art in general. Plus, the artist's tended to be good conversation. They didn't put up with anybody's shit, and they were passionate about what they did.

"Hey, Ponybraid!" Rya called across the counter, looking for a specific shop employee. She had come in here quite a bit, actually, being that she was an artist and would love to work in the parlor eventually. And because of this, she had begun to form bonds with some of the artists. A middle-aged man walked out, his greying hair short except for a single braid that ran to the middle of his back. He wore tattered clothing and smelled of tobacco, but Rya didn't mind.

"Whad'ya want, kid?" Ponybraid snickered, heading up to greet her. "Isn't it past yer bedtime?"

"Maybe," She replied nonchalantly, taking a folded up piece of paper out of her pocket and sliding it towards him. "But if I was in bed, nobody would be here to remind you that you look like a bum with that hairstyle. Like seriously. I'm contemplating on pulling it just to see if you'd neigh."

"Ya touch it, I'm gonna tie you to that chair and call yer parents." He muttered, and Rya smirked mischievously. "But nice drawin'. Why'd ya show it to me?"

"Cause I want it," She said simply, stepping away from the counter and glancing at the artwork. "As a tramp stamp. Or other inappropriate places. But I wouldn't ask you to do it, obviously. I don't think a man your age can handle such young meat." Rya had no shame. Ponybraid laughed and said "That'd be like lookin' at a baby. I don't want none to do with that, kid."

Aryana grinned and walked back toward the man. "You forgot sexy, Ponybraid. A sexy baby. Get it right." Taking the paper back, she shoved it into her pocket.

Sauntering over to the chairs, she sat herself on the cushion and faced the entrance. She was getting bored pretty quickly and she needed someone to get her into that club. "You got any good looking younger guys who can get me into a club, ponybraid?" Rya asked him.

"Nope. Nobody that'd you'd wanna meet, anyway. Tough luck, kid."

"Figures." She sighed.

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack and his big mouth….

The way old Ponytail was looking at him, he could tell it was just a matter of time before fists started to fly, but fortunately, Jack had a tested formula for dealing with people half his size, namely curl up in a tiny ball and weep.

…and things weren’t helped by this girl seemingly disagreeing with him? What the shit?

"I don't even know what you're going on about, pretty boy."

Jack was a-gasped, with his mouth hung open in shock at how cold and callous this bitch was to let this dude beat the shit out of him.

“Oh thanks! Thanks a lot! That’s so helpful! I’ll be sure to send you the hospital bill!

“I think he looks absolutely divine with the overgrown, braided, pubic hair running down his back.”

Jack emotions did a full 180 as he laughed obnoxiously at that latest insult on the part of the young lady.

“Ohhh burn!” I bet he uses a special conditioner for that greasy shit!”
Jack felt a damn shade calmer by this point, after all sure he would beat the crap out of Jack, but as long as this girl was joining in he was safe, that was the awesome thing about women…well asides from the obvious assets of course….you can basically say whatever you want and as long as you have a vagina, people won’t kick your ass for it…that and they get to have sex with Jack McCarthy which he could only assume is quite an experience.

"Yer gettin' on my last nerves, kid. I ain't gonna hit you, girly. My momma raised me better than that. But the Irish one? I ain't have no problems. He best leave should he know what's good fer him."

“…That’s just racist.” Jack sighted as his head leant back down. Well so much for that idea.

"Oh lighten up, man. If it makes you feel better, I laugh at myself--Actually, I don't. I'm gorgeous, why would I have a reason to laugh at myself. I'm sure pretty boy over here could agree with that, couldn't he?

As a matter of fact, Jack was admiring the view somewhat with a raised eyebrow of interest; she was quite the attractive young lady. Maybe that was the tattoo artist’s problem. Jack and the girl were two sexy young perfect people and this guy was just ugly and old, he probably something like 35!

Jack did have a problem with her implying that someone kike Jack would lose instantly to this guy, I mean sure this guy probably outweighed him by like 200 hundred pounds but still, Jack thought he could give him a fight.

“Welll…a little more then a heartbeat...” Jack noted but by then it seemed like the tattoo guy seemed to have all that he could stand with the two and kicked them out. Which Jack was all too happy about as he shrugged his shoulders as he followed the girl out the door, between getting his face messed up and following a hot girl out the door, he’ll pick the hot chick every time.

But before he went out the door, he turned back to the tattoo artist one more time.

“Just so you know I’m going to sue your ass for racial discrimination and my crack legal team is going to bend you over the table and fuck you in the asshole, and they aren’t gonna to use lube buddy! Because I pity you mate, your bitterness, your anger your hatred for all that is good and noble in this world.

“GETTA OUTTA HERE!”

Jack was practically blown out the doors by the roar of the enraged tattoo artist; he stumbled comically out the door flailing around trying to keep balance before meeting the girl with a grimiest.

“Word of advice, don’t threaten a tattoo artist that your imaginary legal team is going to run him out of business. He didn’t like that at all!”

[Aryana Darcy]

Rya watched in amusement as a boy entered the shop and started causing hell with Ponybraid. He honestly didn't realize what he was doing, messing with that man. Rya was a woman, and a minor, so there wasn't any doubt that the guy would just send her off with a warning. But when it came down to a male pushing his buttons, Ponybraid wouldn't have it. She had seen some of the fights that broke out between him and a few other men. It was interesting, to say the least.

The more he spoke, the more he was digging himself into deeper shit. Rya noticed the clenched fists and tightened jaw that Ponybraid sported, and she figured she might as well help the guy out. He was attractive and could probably be her way into the club later on. She smirked at the thought, and quickly made her way to stand beside him.

"I don't even know what you're going on about, pretty boy." She said with a roll of her eyes and turned back to the man over the counter. "I think he looks absolutely divine with the overgrown, braided, pubic hair running down his back." Ponybraid growled softly and his fists began clenching and unclenching. She was going to have to fix this somehow. He was angry enough, and if she ever wanted to get a tattoo out of him, she'd need to repair this.

"Yer gettin' on my last nerves, kid. I ain't gonna hit you, girly. My momma raised me better than that. But the Irish one? I ain't have no problems. He best leave should he know what's good fer him."

"Oh lighten up, man. If it makes you feel better, I laugh at myself--" She cut herself off there, laughing for a moment. "Actually, I don't. I'm gorgeous, why would I have a reason to laugh at myself. I'm sure pretty boy over here could agree with that, couldn't he?" Rya didn't even look at him before continuing. "But what should it matter what you look like? Your tattoos are the best in Pilot Ridge. Fuck what anybody says, but you should really learn to take a joke."

"Ain't no joke if he means it, kid. You know that." Ponybraid grumbled.

"You honestly think a kid like him," She said, gesturing to the boy beside her "Would willingly pick a fight with a man like you? I don't think anybody's that stupid. You'd obviously win in a heart beat." Ugh, Rya hated sucking up. But this was for a tattoo, and a possible drunken night at the club. It had to be worth it.

He wasn't as angry as before, and Rya could tell, but he still was pissed. Understandably, too. But that didn't matter. "You two get out a' this shop before I kick you out." He was done with their shit for one night, and Rya pouted.

"Fine, but when you come begging me to come back, Ponybraid, I'll tell you I told you so!" The brunette made her way towards the door, and waited for the the boy to follow. "Hey, Pretty Boy! You coming along or are you going to stay there and wait to get beaten to death. I mean, either one works, but it'd be nice to have some popcorn should you decide to stay. Fist fights always make me hungry."

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack and his big mouth….

The way old Ponytail was looking at him, he could tell it was just a matter of time before fists started to fly, but fortunately, Jack had a tested formula for dealing with people half his size, namely curl up in a tiny ball and weep.

…and things weren’t helped by this girl seemingly disagreeing with him? What the shit?

"I don't even know what you're going on about, pretty boy."

Jack was a-gasped, with his mouth hung open in shock at how cold and callous this bitch was to let this dude beat the shit out of him.

“Oh thanks! Thanks a lot! That’s so helpful! I’ll be sure to send you the hospital bill!

“I think he looks absolutely divine with the overgrown, braided, pubic hair running down his back.”

Jack emotions did a full 180 as he laughed obnoxiously at that latest insult on the part of the young lady.

“Ohhh burn!” I bet he uses a special conditioner for that greasy shit!”

Jack felt a damn shade calmer by this point, after all sure he would beat the crap out of Jack, but as long as this girl was joining in he was safe, that was the awesome thing about women…well asides from the obvious assets of course….you can basically say whatever you want and as long as you have a vagina, people won’t kick your ass for it…that and they get to have sex with Jack McCarthy which he could only assume is quite an experience.

"Yer gettin' on my last nerves, kid. I ain't gonna hit you, girly. My momma raised me better than that. But the Irish one? I ain't have no problems. He best leave should he know what's good fer him."

“…That’s just racist.” Jack sighted as his head leant back down. Well so much for that idea.

"Oh lighten up, man. If it makes you feel better, I laugh at myself--Actually, I don't. I'm gorgeous, why would I have a reason to laugh at myself. I'm sure pretty boy over here could agree with that, couldn't he?

As a matter of fact, Jack was admiring the view somewhat with a raised eyebrow of interest; she was quite the attractive young lady. Maybe that was the tattoo artist’s problem. Jack and the girl were two sexy young perfect people and this guy was just ugly and old, he probably something like 35!

Jack did have a problem with her implying that someone kike Jack would lose instantly to this guy, I mean sure this guy probably outweighed him by like 200 hundred pounds but still, Jack thought he could give him a fight.

“Welll…a little more then a heartbeat...” Jack noted but by then it seemed like the tattoo guy seemed to have all that he could stand with the two and kicked them out. Which Jack was all too happy about as he shrugged his shoulders as he followed the girl out the door, between getting his face messed up and following a hot girl out the door, he’ll pick the hot chick every time.

But before he went out the door, he turned back to the tattoo artist one more time.

“Just so you know I’m going to sue your ass for racial discrimination and my crack legal team is going to bend you over the table and fuck you in the asshole, and they aren’t gonna to use lube buddy! Because I pity you mate, your bitterness, your anger your hatred for all that is good and noble in this world.

“GETTA OUTTA HERE!”

Jack was practically blown out the doors by the roar of the enraged tattoo artist; he stumbled comically out the door flailing around trying to keep balance before meeting the girl with a grimiest.

“Word of advice, don’t threaten a tattoo artist that your imaginary legal team is going to run him out of business. He didn’t like that at all!”

[Aryana Darcy]

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you wanted his foot up your arse." Rya's voice sounded bored as she examined her nails. He was attractive, undoubtedly, but he was Irish. And that was a bit too close to home for her liking, but it was better than nothing. She could probably ditch him at the club, that is, if she managed to smooth talk him into doing it.

"But hey, if you're into that kinky shit, I'd say go right a head. Just make sure to lube up." Rya leaned against the brick wall, her legs crossing at the ankles. She looked down at herself, frowning. Rya was dressed for a club setting, with leather purple dress that covered only the essentials, and nothing more. Her waist was exposed, and the dress was only slightly passed her ass. She wore knee-high heeled boots to complete the outfit. Her hair was styled in disheveled curls, and her face was covered in a moderate amount of makeup. Eye-liner, foundation, eye shadow, and of course, lipstick. Such a waste, really.

Her eyes raised and she called out to the boy in front of her "Hey, Pretty Boy! How old are you?" Rya raised a brow, "You over 18?"

[Jack McCarthy]

“Hey it’s not my fault that this guy, has sand up his salty vagina, what that guy needs is a asshole aneurism! It’s a good thing you stepped in when you did, I was this close to calling down the thunder!

Jack raised his fists in a ridiculous 1930’s fighting stance, leaning against the wall beside him and lighting a cigarette. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he was really glad that the girl most likely saved his life, that was enough to get in Jack’s good books, despite the fact that he detected the English accent almost instantly, but he didn’t hold it against her, As an Irish-man, they’re history pretty much boiled down to; “Fuck the british” but again, no hard no foul.

“17. Not that it's matters got something better then a ID…”

Jack’s travelled up and down with a confused look on his face, true he did appreciate how she got all dolled up and he did enjoy it….a lot, but there was a part of him was confused as to why anyone would get dressed up for a trip to a tattoo parlour. As usual Jack was wearing his usual attire of dark hoodie over thrown on t-shirt, gelled up hair, ripped blue jeans, and of course his usual golden Celtic cross.

“Going somewhere?”

[Aryana Darcy]

"Oh I'm sure you were. I would absolutely love to see you and your pretty little Irish ass take on Ponybraid. That man has taken on opponents two sizes bigger than him and left them in the hospital. Imagine him taking on a skinny thing like you." Rya snickered and turned to face him. She could probably get away with using him to access the club, but that would mean he would have to be eighteen or older.

Dammit! He was only seventeen! So this was an absolute waste of her time. Rya could have just let Ponybraid beat him shitless because that would be more entertaining than just standing around here in hooker heels and a skin tight leather dress.

She raised a brow as his gaze started moving up and down her body, and she laughed. "No, I'm not. I just decided to wear this for shits and giggles because leather is so comfortable." Typically you'd find her in very casual attire, nothing too extravagant. But at the same time, she always made sure that it looked sexy, because one could never know whether or not she'd be going home with someone that night.

"Either way, I'd doubt you'd be able to help much. Just like me, you're underage. Which does me no good at all."

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack had to admit, even though he would imagine leather would be very, very uncomfortable, she was pulling that off, he was sure that he and every red blooded in the surrounding area appreciated her efforts.

“Point taken, of course some of us don’t need to go to such extremes to look good. Exhibit A, boom!”

Jack pointed to his own face and laughed obnoxiously. But this girl seemed to be less then pleased with being in his present’s in fact she looked down right pissed, what was that? Under-aged?! For what?clubs and shit? Yeah like that mattered anymore.

“People still need ID’s to get into bars and clubs? Please. Who cares what age I am?! All I need is my boundless charisma and a little dash of probability manipulated, and I’m good to go. I haven’t been asked for my ID in years!”

[Aryana Darcy]

Rya perked up as he spoke, but her scowl remained intact. What made this kid so special? He was her age, and had to follow the same rules as she did. (But having to follow rules didn't actually mean she did.) The only difference between the two was the fact that this kid was taller and had a penis.

"If by boundless charisma you mean obnoxious stupidity, then sure. Let's go with that." Something that had slipped over her head the first time seemed to hit her right in the face this time around. All I need is my boundless charisma and little dash of probability manipulated.... Probability manipulated? Oh shit, he must go to Hammel!

"Probability Manipulator, hm? Well then, Pretty Boy, you may be of use to me after all." Her scowl turned into a playful smirk as she moved to stand right in front of him, her hand resting on her hip. He didn't seem like the kind of boy to turn down a pretty girl. He may act a bit obnoxious, but she could as well. Maybe he'd get better if he was drunk? Probably not, but he was good looking, at least. "You think you'd be able to get us both into a club tonight? I tried earlier but the bouncer told me to fuck off, that prick. I just want to have fun tonight. You think you can help me with that?"

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack face screwed in confusion as Darcy’s little comment about “Obnoxious stupidity” As if trying to figure out if she was being serious

“You’re being sarcastic right?”

Jack shook his head in disgust, at this girl steeping so low, tutting in disapproval.

“That’s just-Are you being sarcastic?…because I’m pretty-I’m pretty sure you’re being sarcastic…What do you want with me?”

Call it weakness, but Jack could never say no to a pretty face. He was fully aware that,
He was being used, but fuck it, if it’s give him a excuse to go to a bar with a hot bird and get her drunk he’ll be open to anything…Of course there was just one problem.

“A-ha, well that is just a sad story, really it is. A modern day Greek tragedy if ever I heard one, and my heart bleeds for you. But here’s the rub. I can get in the club, no prob, but you can’t. My good luck only really effects me, you get me? So if I do escort you. I’ll get through just fine, but you won’t…so yeah…sucks to be you.Sooo the club’s down that way right? Thanks for letting me know.”

And so Jack slowly started to walk away, which was really a shame because that girl was really hot, but what could he do? Well maybe there was one thing, Jack could do…That probably won’t work out, it’s best if he doesn’t even bring it up

[Aryana Darcy]

He was stuttering, and Rya took that as a victory. She was getting to the boy, whose name she had yet to even get. But at least now she realized he went to Hammel, so it wasn't like she couldn't have some fun with him later. And by fun, she meant some probability manipulation fun. If all she had to do was stand in front of him, god only knew what else she could get him to do if she caressed him a bit.

He started walking off, and she furrowed her brows in annoyance. He could get her in, she knew it. But he was flustered and wanted to get away from her before he could embarrass himself. He already embarrassed himself in the shop. Rya could care less what else he did. With a huff, she looked around and noticed the large puddles all around. It had recently rained, and it still hadn't drained through. Perfect.

With a flick of her wrist, she began collecting the water, aiming for in front of him, and creating a barrier in front of the kid. It wasn't long enough water to cut him off completely, but it was enough to probably stop him in his tracks. "Hey, Where are you going? I never got your name!" Rya pouted.

[Jack McCarthy]

Hey! Jack wasn’t flustered! He was….making it looked like he was flustered, so he lure this girl into a false sense of security and therefore achieving…something or other…yeah, Jack was pretty damn flustered but was that his fault? This girl was trying to mess with his head? Directing blood-flow to other parts of his body…Girls does that to him…

But as he walked away he found his path blocked by a large wall of water well that was annoying, Jack wasn’t fazed in the least by the girl ravelling her talent in the least, in fact he looked down right bored. With a roll of his eyes Jack turned back to the girl almost yawing to himself

“Oh, no” Jack said in a monotone voice “A large amount of water is in my way…whatever shall I do? You don’t really get the whole probability manipulation-shit do you? I mean if you do decide to soak me, they’ll just be like a giant fan parade going through the city or some shit.”


Jack smirked as that question, god bless her for trying make it seem like a casual conversation while she was keeping him hostage more or less.

“I’m Jack…and you won’t let me out until I help you out right?

Jack sighed a little knowing the answer full well.


Wellll….there is something I can do, if you want I could give you some of my luck…It only lasts for awhile, plus I’ve only ever experimented with it, with cats, and one may or may not have blown up. I don’t know I got slaughtered that night, so I don’t exactly know for sure what would happen"

[Aryana Darcy]

Rya, who was still in control of the wall of water in front of Jack, made her way towards him, her heels clicking against the concrete. His voice was dull sounding, almost bored, and that irritated her slightly, but she wouldn't allow it too show. Rya was quite good at hiding what she was feeling. Years of practice tended to pay off, especially when you were able to speak and not give anything away.

"Well Jack, there are two things that I have to say to that. First, if I wanted to soak you, I would have done it. I was in placed in the Institute in London when I was only 13 years old. I could make this water do plenty of things, things you may or may not want to know about. And the second thing, don't sound as if you aren't too happy to keep my company. The blush on your pretty face is making it obvious. Oh, and let's not forget your little friend in your trousers. "

Rya wasn't at all bothered by the fact that he was turned on by her appearance. She had done much worse to a guy, although, they wouldn't have thought it to be 'worse'. The girl shook her head, suppressing a giggle. She allowed the water to fall gently across the floor beside the sewer, and it quickly drained. "Now that is what I like to hear, Pretty boy."

Of course the entire idea of 'blowing up' was rather daunting, but she didn't quite believe he was that inexperienced with his power. Hammel had excellent teachers, and she knew it. She was pushed to the limit on some days throughout the school years she was here. The homework sucked ass, and the work was exhausting, but it worked.

"Well if you can manage to get us in, I'll pay for a couple of drinks. Give you a little incentive to not blow me up. Sound good, Pretty boy?"

[Jack McCarthy]

So she, had her powers at the age of 13. So? What did she want a cookie? Unfortunately Jack neglected to bring her a gold medal for being so god damn talented. Jack powers only appeared only a few months ago, and if anything else that made him far more impressive then her because A. He managed to mastered his power in a record amount of time, and B) That he still managed to get through life without his powers and still turned out to be so awesome.

Jack wasn’t embarrassed by her words. The man had no shame whatsoever, if anything Jack began to develop a smug look on his face. “You’ve noticed did ya? Knew it, I see what you’re doing, with your whole cold and aloft gimmick you have going on. But at the end of the day, you just couldn’t help but ogle the merchandise…but hey, who could blame you?

Jack shrugged his shoulders reluctantly, if that was the way she wanted to play it, then he’ll play. Besides, if he got her into the club, it might get him into her good books…, which could lead to other things. Jack instantly started to rub his hands together like he was warming his hands together against a fire, before kissing his cross

“Ok…ok…we’ve doing this. This is happening. Sweet child of mine, it’s on”

Jack having psyched himself up raised his hands out in front of him shaking them slightly.

“I should probably warn you, this is going to sting”

Suddenly Jack grabbed both her shoulders and closed his eyes. Any passers by may have noticed a slight golden glow start to emanate off Jack’s body and he himself felt a light headed sensation before breaking off from her, gasping like he’s coming up for air.

“….Woah…that was…a rush….You feel lucky?…wait scratch that, I’m thinking of a number between one and infinity, what is it?”

[Aryana Darcy]

"Ogle wouldn't be the word I'd use. Laugh at, more like." The boy was definitely easy to talk to, being that he wasn't too afraid of her naturally sarcastic remarks. In fact, he shot some right back at her, which made Rya's pout turn up into a smile. She coughed once, though it sounded very similar to a laugh. Who would have known where that came from?

Jack began rubbing his hands together and kissed the Celtic cross around his neck, and she couldn't wonder what the hell he was doing. Was this part of the ritual, or was this something to calm him down? He began talking to himself, and she pushed back the voice in her head saying this may have been a bad idea.

"I should probably warn you, this is going to sting."

The next thing she knew, his hands were on her shoulder's, holding her in place. He was right when it said it would sting, but it was a dull pain that Rya could handle. With the pins and needles feeling that was occurring, Rya could have thought her entire body was falling asleep. She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth until she felt his hands leave her body, the pins and needles leaving with them.

Jack seemed pretty out of breath, and for a minute, Rya felt pretty weak herself. She flexed her fingers as they had not fully been pulled out of the trance that the boy had put her in. Ugh, if that didn't subside soon, she'd get pretty annoyed.

"I feel like I was just molested by an electrical socket. But whatever, I'll humor you." Rya rolled her eyes, a number coming to her mind. "Knowing you, it's probably 69, isn't it?"