Starting fresh [Rya,Open]

[Jen Mitchellson]

It was a lovely, cold night. The perfect night one might say. The stars were bright and there were probably some teens snogging on some bush around. Ah, the perks of living so close to Hammel. Not that Jen was about to judge, she could use some fun herself. Now she was happy enough though, doing one of the things she liked the most: jogging. It was the perfect way to exhaust herself when things got too rough or, like lately, too boring. Besides, it was good to stretch out the legs, and when Jen needed to stretch out, she really meant stretch out. 

Turning over a corner as the trees by the lake made a road, her leg bent oddly before returning to its original position. "Uff." She breathed out, feeling the bone crack back into place. That'd hurt. She kept going despite the pain. It was part of the jig. Besides, once the bones all cracked and she worked them, they'd feel much better and easy to stretch again. 

Another turn and she got closer to the lake, turning to smile at the sight. The moon was up, glowing on the surface of the water. Best time to run, to be sure. No one to bother her, no one to call her out on anything nor having to pretend to like anyone. Just the best. Except for the fact she couldn't see anything in front of her. Not that she would've since her eyes were still stuck on the lake. And so, as if someone was out to get her, Jen tripped on a rock and plummeted forward, her leg stretching unwillingly and making her do a turn when her head hit the ground, leaving behind a mess of stretched out limbs and a confused Jen. 

After a moan and having her arms and legs crack and return to their original state, Jen rubbed her head. "Well, Jen." She muttered to herself, "You wanted something to happen and it happened." She let out a breath and tried to stand, almost tripping again. "At least nobody saw you." At least, she thought so. 

[Aryana Darcy]

An athlete at heart, Rya always found herself pursuing both isolated and group-related activities when it came to keeping in shape. Exercise, as could be said by most who enjoy the activity, is a release and escape that the girl couldn't get otherwise. Tonight, after coming home from one of her classes, found the weather was absolutely perfect for a run. Where she was going, Rya never planned out, but she always found herself drawn to the lake, though for anyone who knew her, that wouldn't be a surprise.

So as the trees grew more plentiful and the buildings grew more distant, Rya allowed herself to concentrate on her breathing and ignore the burning in her calves, and in doing so she fell into a state of complete obliviousness. That is, until the Hydrokinetic stopped for a quick break to catch her breath, and that's when she saw a figure fall flat against the ground, and Rya watched as said individual picked herself up again, almost tripping then as well.

By that point, Rya couldn't really hold back. "Ey, you trying to break your fucking face?" The Brit pointed out, jogging over to the girl. "Because I know plastic surgery is expensive as shit, but there are other ways to get a nose job."

[Jen Mitchellson]

"Fucking face." Repeated Jen with a raised eyebrow. "Classy." She stood up, slapping the dirt off her pants and she sent a wry smile toward the girl. So she'd been seen. Well, there went one good story for the diary. She stretched her back, cracking her neck and smiling at the new comer. "Seriously though," She leaned forward, still smiling, "Do you really think I'd need plastic surgery?" She fluttered her eyes dramatically, obviously joking, "I'm super adorable as is. More of this and my heart breaking record will turn literal."

Jen crossed her arms, still smiling easily. Well, this girl seemed interesting enough. "Another fan of late night jogs, right?" She asked, turning to stretch out her arms, "I hadn't seen you around. Hammel student?" Jen's eyes made a quick check. Profanity, late night out, girl with an attitude. Oh, she knew the type. Yes, the type to run away from, that was. But Jen was one for adventures and she'd been wishing for something to happen, right? Something different. Perhaps this was destiny. And she was already wondering if she truly was a student in Hammel or just another random nobody without anything interesting to add. There were tons as far as Jen could tell.

"So..." Jen asked, leaning closer and smirking at the girl, "What's the story?" She nibbled her lower lip for a second, the corners of her lips pressing up as she held back a grin, "What can you do?"

[Aryana Darcy]

"I don't need class with this accent," Rya retorted, "It comes naturally." The Hydrokinetic left her stance as it was despite the fact that she wanted to cross her arms across her chest, knowing it was a defensive position and a sign of weakness. Well, wasn't it just a coincidence to find yet another blue eyed, conceited prick who thought she was just the cutest thing. "Sorry, love, but with that nose? I would understand why you'd try."

But the transition from that of insults turned relatively casual in a few moments, which she could appreciate. So long as this girl didn't get too offended by the words the Brit was uttering, they probably could get along. Maybe. The only person's ego she wanted to handle was the eldest Chevalier twin's, and so she wasn't too keen on dealing with this girl's.

"Yeah, I am. But I'm a student at UVM," She offered with a bit of suspicion lacing her tone, not really sure as to where the girl's words were getting to. Has Rya known what the girl was considering the encounter to be, the Brit would have laughed and walked away. However, still oblivious to such things, she could only quirk her lips into a half smirk. "I can do many things, dear, it just depends on what you want me to do."

"What can you do, love?"

[Jen Mitchellson]

Jen laughed. "True that, mate!" She tried doing a very bad english accent, obviously mocking the girl, but it was so bad it was probably missed. And the girl threw some blows of her own. Nice! The elastic girl smiled widely, placing her hands on her hips. So now she needed a nose job? "Well, love." She said, using the same pet name the girl had given her, "To borrow from your own colourful language: Fuck you." Despite the words, Jen was still grinning. At least this seemed more entertaining than finishing her run and going home to read comic books or kicking some random thirteen year old's ass in a shooter multiplayer.

The girl turned, using her hands to pull her hair out of her top, where it'd gotten stuck when she fell over. It was sticking to her back, considering how long she'd been running and how sweaty she'd gotten. Yuck.

"UVM." Jen repeated as if it was important. "Sounds like you're a nerd." She added, and then shrugged, just in case the girl took it the wrong way, "A cute nerd, mind you." A nerd who certainly looked like she could kick her ass. "You got the whole 'run or hide', 'Imma bitch-slap your cheeks until you bleed' glowering thing going for you. Just adorable." And hold on a sec. Do many things?

Jen laughed easily again, "What I want you to do, eh? That just opens a whole world of possibilities." Her smirk turned devious, "Don't you start giving me open doors, love" Again, the word was said with spite, though she was still smiling, "And you saw what I can do, or did you miss my freak show back there?"

[Aryana Darcy]

Rya quirked a brow at the sudden attempt at insulting her accent. The Brit held her tongue because really, her words weren't worth anything at the moment and breath would be wasted on the other girl who was doing a fine job making a fool of herself. Should she continue, that was up to her, but until the decision was made, the Hydro simply continued to wear the half smirk that had been there since the beginning of their encounter.

"Ah, and there's where you go wrong," Rya said with a similar shrug of her own, "It's never good to make assumptions, or has your mummy ever told you that?" It wasn't as though she was offended, (frankly, very little offended her anyway) but the fact still remained that the girl was 180 degrees completely off. What truly classified a nerd was everything Rya was not, hence why a soft snort of laughter escaped her, because honestly, she was amused.

"What can I say? Specificity has never been something I offer. I find giving the option to choose to be far more effective," The spitting of the word 'love' did nothing to deter her, but the Hydro took note of the tone the minute it was offered. After all, her pat names were usually thrown back in such a way, but the Brit only did them out of habit. Anything else associated with it was pushed right over her head purposely - it wasn't worth acknowledging. "After all, variety is everything."

"I saw," Rya stated simply, "But that doesn't answer my question."

[Jen Mitchellson]

Wrong indeed. Jen smiled her usual grin, her eyes twinkling as something finally happened to her in this dull town. They truly needed some extremes in the vicinities. Or at least some freak shows that'd be more than enough entertainment for her. Well... other type of freaks than the usual. And here it was, the kind of freak Jen liked to mess with.

It was rather silly of her to call someone else 'nerd' considering how many games and comic books Jen had, but it was still fun to mess with people. Especially this girl, whose appearance and behaviour told Jen, at least from her usual stereotyping, that the girl would be offended by it. She wasn't though, which was surprising. The mention of her mother froze Jen's smile though. "My mom told nothing of the sort." She said with a wry tone, "In fact, apart from mentioning to stay away from drugs and telling me to never let my ass get fat, she never gave many life lessons." She grinned, "Daddy on the other hand," she whistled and then grinned again, "He might had mentioned something like that." Her eyes went down at the girl, taking it's time to assess her body. "Then again, maybe the not letting my ass get fat advice was for the better, considering the-" Her eyes went down again, pointedly staring at the girl and then grinned again, "alternative."

The girl spoke about options and Jen let out a laugh. "I agree completely." She said before gently slapping the girls arm, "Look at us, agreeing and all! We're becoming friends already." Jen gave her a wry smile again when she mentioned her previous show of powers hadn't explained it. Well, that was odd. Good odd, mind you. Jen was so used to be hidden away by her family that the girl's reaction was welcomed. Not that in here it was that different from others. It was just hard to let go of the traumas of the past. Besides, someone without traumas was downright scary and not human, at least according to Jen.

"It doesn't. Well, I might not want to answer." Said the elastic girl giving her a shrug. "Perhaps you can find out later." She stretched out her hand, "I'm Jen. Jenny according to the parents and siblings."

[Aryana Darcy]

Breathing finally steadied and the sweat starting to dry from the cool night air, the brunette realized the conversation had continued for an unwarranted amount of time; if it would be worth it, she was sure to find out. The brunette felt the uncertainty, if only for a moment, churn in the pit of her stomach, though she wouldn't admit to such a thing; as it were, she was trying to figure out where the girl in front of her classified.

"The alternative," Rya raised a brow, though no amount of offense filtered through her tone or expression, "is quite desirable. But you wouldn't know, obviously. Keep living obliviously to what you're missing." The wandering eye was not foreign to the British girl, as it was always applied to her. She let them stare, if only for their own sake, but only those who she deemed worthy could get close.

"After all, ignorance is bliss to those who know of nothing better."

The slap across the arm was definitely surprising, and for once she let that surprise show; however, she didn't let that stumble of emotion throw her off and instead she gave a genuine laugh of her own. It wasn't that she found the other brunette's comment to be funny, per say, but she was amused at the fact that the girl had the audacity to hit her so freely. Rya blamed that on their lack of familiarity with one another, but it was a nice change from those who didn't even dare hit her. Hell, Oriel didn't even try.

She loved the lead she had everyone on.

"Friends," the Hydro snorted, but that smile was still lingering on her lips and her voice raised slightly, mimicking the amusement she felt. "Confident on that one, are we?"

"Rya," the girl offered her own hand in return, firmly squeezing once before pulling away. "What's worth hiding?"

[Jen Mitchellson]

"You break my heart." Said Jen, placing a hand on her chest, "And here I thought you were up for takes." She shrugged, "Hey, but you win some, you lose some." Not that she was into the girl to begin with. Call her traditionalist, but Jen preferred her targets to have, you know, male genitals. Still, the girl was hot and not even she could deny it.

"I wouldn't say I don't know better though," added Jen with a smirk, "I've happened to had plenty of... better. But that's okay, dear. You still have pretty..." She looked at her up and down again as if trying to say something she found nice about the girl. Despite there being plenty of nice, she didn't want to inflate the girl's head more. "Hair."

Jen liked this banter. Not many could keep up with her. Bitchy as this girl was, she was at least entertaining. But in the most obscure regions of Jen's brain, she was seeing competition and that she didn't like. Well, drama made life better, didn't it? And she certainly would like someone as competent and able to deliver some blows as a... let's say frenemy.

It felt like this deal, this battle, was being settle by her handshake, and Jen smiled as pleasantly as she could as the girl introduced herself. "Rya." She repeated as if tasting it on her tongue. And then she let out a snort, just to get a reaction. "Suits you." She added.

Jen grinned again as she asked about her secrets and shrugged playfully. "That's not how this game works, Rya." She said with the same playful grin, "You'll have to find out what makes me tickle!" Then her smile turned devious, "I know I want to find out what tickles you."

[Aryana Darcy]

"Among other things," Rya offered, her tone sounding dismissive and left that half of the conversation at that. There was no need to entertain the subject further, if only to end the continuing back and forth banter that was getting her absolutely nowhere. There was also the fact, though Rya didn't wholeheartedly accept this, that she was growing annoyed with the girl's presence. There was too much resemblance, despite the lack of an accent, between Jen and the 'lovely' French prick that she hated so dearly.

It made her stomach churn.

"I have little desire to exert my energy on trying to find out 'what makes you tickle'," The Hydrokinetic raised a brow, "And I'm not ticklish." The final comment was not to be taken literally, but Rya made no move to clarify. After all, if she wasn't intelligent enough to figure that much out, there would be no reason to waste her breath.

[Jen Mitchellson]

Well, wasn't she all fun and sunshine? Jen resisted the urge to sigh as she kept smiling widely at the girl. She wasn't about to admit how disappointed she was in her. Come on! Where was the banter? The energy? Sure, the girl seemed to be about to kick Jen's ass for being so nosy, but it was so much fun for the elastic girl. Besides, who wanted a frienemy who wasn't up for the challenge? Being avoided wasn't something Jen enjoyed, not when she could play with her some more.

"Aw, but why give up so soon?" Asked Jen, leaning forward and enjoying that she was getting under the girl's skin, given her dismissive tone, "I bet you can have some fun. I know I am." Not ticklish. Jen shrugged, "I'll find out about that." She nibbled on her lower lip, trying to hold back a grin. Come oooon, say something!

"So, you're here all alone?" Jen rolled her eyes, "Silly me, of course you are! You are the 'leave me alone or I'll kick you in the balls' type of girl, right?" She clicked her tongue, shaking her head as if judging the girl, even though she was just teasing, trying to, curiously, ruffle the girl's feathers. "Who'd dare get close? Not that you don't need to get laid. Like, ASAP." She certainly seemed moody enough to look like someone who hadn't gotten laid in a while. Maybe not, with that body, but Jen wasn't about to admit that.

[Aryana Darcy]

"Giving up? Oh no," Rya offered with a humming satisfaction, knowing full well that what the girl wanted nothing more but to get under her skin. "If I gave up, I'd be talking. But that's what you want me to do, yeah?" It was then that Rya stepped away from the elastic girl, giving enough of a distance to press the idea that the conversation was coming to a close.

"Because, you see, if I leave now, you'll be so frustrated. Whether that could be because you aren't getting the information you feel you are entitled to or not, I won't know." A pale hand reached up to run fingers through the Hydro's dark waves, the expression of amusement never leaving her face. What this would lead to, Rya hadn't any idea, but she found that unknown to be enthralling and rather reassuring. Because there was no guarantee of another encounter, Rya could figure out how exactly she felt about the figure in front of her; as it stood, the other brunette wasn't too bad, but there were still the minor similarities between her and a certain someone that left her hands itching to shut her up.

"And as for my active sex life, I think you'll find that it's none of your fucking business." She laughed then, "Don't place your insecurities on me, love, because it only makes them even more obvious."

[Jen Mitchellson]

"Wow. Fun." Jen pursed her lips in a grim smile. This girl was intense and so not in the good way. For a second there, she thought she was going to end up punched, ah but that would mean victory, right? She really needed to stop finding things that could kill her fun, especially if it messed up her face. At the very least, she wanted to leave behind a very attractive corpse. "I wonder just how many friends you have with your cheerful personality." Not that Jen was any better, what with her friends always meant to be for fun but not really meant to be there for when things got bad. Not that she needed them. Jen never talked about the deep stuff, she was bad at it, and burying things down was kind of her speciality.

"Oh come on. Is this a contest for you or something?" Jen wondered. This girl was so hardcore. "'Cause I'm just having fun! And you're sort of a fun vampire." Yeah, she was sucking out the fun of this interaction with her... badassness, which in theory was fun but when you tried it out, it only showed how many sticks people had stuck up their butts.

"My insecurities." Oh, that'd been a low blow, "I can literally bend in any way possible. I have no problems in that regard." She gave a shrug, "I just thought I could help you out. You know, introduce you to people with..." her eyes went up and down on her once again and her smirk turned cruel, "Low standards."