Spit it out! (Rya)

[Jack McCarthy]

God he really didn’t want to do this. He never wanted to do this particular deed and he would usually do anything to avoid this particular aspect of life but now thank to some sort strange and fucked up social protocol, he was now bound to do it.

God damn it! Why was it expected of Jack to ask someone out? It would be so much easily if it was the other way around Jack couldn’t and never should be the one asking for dates, it just felt so very wrong to him. He knew that the entire school female population were salivating at the mere thought of him, so what would it take to for them to grow a set of balls and ask him already?

Of course the real reason why Jack never liked to ask out girls was become that being put into a emotionally vulnerable spot absolutely terrified him to his very core, and the concept of being rejected still hit him hard despite what kind of front he put on…but Jack would rather ask out a million girls then directly confront his emotions.

…but he was rapidly running out of options even since Layla turns him down because her boyfriend was a controlling bag of dick, who wouldn’t let her go with him…because he’s crazy like that and along with her there most of the girls were ruled out and now there was only one person that Jack could ask, but it was the one person…he really…really didn’t.

Rya would love if it Jack asked her out…just love it. She would just revel in the fact that she had Jack over a barrel, and would take great pleasure in making the experience as painful and humiliating as possible. Not that Jack begrudged her that, if he was in her shoes he would do the exact same thing.

So Jack was trying to find a solution to this mental conundrum by the lake by his “office” by the lake which he had to say was coming along nicely. He had his “Stash” safely hidden away and he did indeed to manage to somehow drag a recliner armchair from a local dumpster to here. Which was he was now sitting pretty in, smoking a cigarette to his heart’s content.

[Aryana Darcy]

As a Hydrokinetic, Rya loved water. It was where she could think and not really fear that something might happen. Of course, Rya had this 'tough girl' persona, a tongue as sharp as broken glass and confidence that complimented it, but it was all an act. She was scared, hurt, and heart broken. Not that she would ever let anyone know that. The look of pity in their eyes would probably want to make her punch someone square in the jaw. When she came to America, she told herself she would change for better or for worse. But she would not be the girl her father remembered because she didn't want to be the girl her father betrayed.

Rya wore a simple two piece, nothing too revealing. A black laced top that fell down to cover her stomach, and matching bottoms. She had recently changed out of her normal clothing, which was a simple graphic tee that said "Kiss it or miss it" and a pair of blue jean shorts that barely fell passed her arse. Typical Rya attire, really. Nothing too odd.

Her footsteps were quiet and light on the dock, and the water on all sides began to shift excitedly in anticipation for the girl to step foot back into her home. Without a second thought, Rya dived in gracefully and caused a quick splash that subsided almost immediately. She brought herself back to the surface and took a gasp of air.

There were a few people at the lake, as most people found it to be a retreat from Hammel, or the mundane life of Pilot Ridge. But she was able to tune out their excited laughter or incessant chattering and just concentrated on the water around her. Her hands skimmed the face of the water and she could feel the water collecting on her finger tips. The concentration needed to do this was now minimal, thanks to her three years of powers training.

A serene smile spread across the brunette's lips. Happy. She was legitimately happy. Luckily nobody was around to see it. Or at least, she hoped that was the case.

[Jack McCarthy]

Ahhh, yes there was nothing like a lung full of dangerous and toxic smog flowing freely through his lungs, his head felt a lot clearer now and he felt a lot more relaxed about the whole situation in general, as sank deeper into his recliner, hell how hard could asking out a girl possibly be? He was a good looking dude, no more then that, the best looking dude in the school, any woman would jump at the chance to take him out.

So the solution seemed easy. Go into town, Go up to any random girl, work up a little bit of the old Jack Mccarthy magic, Let her squeeze himself into a pair of bunny ears and skimpy underwear or what ever passed for a Halloween costume these days ( Not that Jack was complaining) and bob’s your uncle there he was with a date. Job done!

As Jack was comforted by the thought his eyes managed to catch, a small yet elegant figure fooling around in the water. Intrigued Jack got off his chair and walked slowly over to the water edge wanting to know more, only to the greeted by the face of the very person that’s been on his mind quite a lot.

He couldn’t tell whatever this was great luck or really bad luck.

“Well this isn’t the first time I’ve seen a girl get wet.” Jack said causally loud enough to know he was there and then instantly frown as he instantly regretted that line. “Wow…That was bad, even for me. Sorry I couldn’t resist, Low hanging fruit.

Jack suddenly slapped his hands together in a business man like fashion,

“Well as long, as you’re hanging around my office, I might well give you the tour.

Jack pointed to several landmarks in his office as he spoke

“That’s my recliner chair, I got from a dumpster. Can you believe someone tried to throw a perfectly good chair out?!...what else have we got; That’s a rock…I call it rocky….That’s a tree, that may or may not have porn under it…and yeah that’s it” Awesome right?”

[Aryana Darcy]

The silence was short lived, as a familiar figure practically stumbled over to where she stood and her smile turned to a frown. He had just invaded her personal space and ruined her 'me' time, something that she desperately needed after a lack of having it. He was high; she could smell the smoke from here. As she found herself attempting to quit, Rya knew that the offer of a smoke would run her off track. She pursed her lips as he spoke.

"You really do need to stop bringing your fantasies into reality, it isn't healthy, Pretty Boy." He then went on to give her a 'tour' of his 'office', and Rya had to keep herself from snickering out loud. His office? He had little control of his surroundings here, whereas she had almost all the control. Rya wasn't a Terrakinetic like the twins were, but she enjoyed water much more than she did land; it worked out in the end. "Awesome wouldn't be the word I'd use, but whatever you say. I was just here for a swim."

Still annoyed that Jack interrupted her at her most vulnerable of times, Rya decided it was only fair to soak the boy from head to toe. She placed her hand under the water and forced the water perpendicular to where Jack stood, effectively causing a large wave of water to splash against the dock and drench him. "Maybe now you won't reek of smoke, You're welcome."

Rya swam up to the edge of the water and placed her hand on the dock as if she was supporting herself, even though she didn't need to. Water was swirling under her feet keeping her afloat. The arm 'support' was just for show. "So what do you want, McCarthy?" Rya asked.

[Jack McCarthy]

Oh rya, rya rya….bless your sweet innocent little heart…

,For one thing Jack wasn’t smoking drugs, just your perfectly healthy, protein packed common garden, Cigarette. Of course Jack had been known to smoke drugs on a semi regular basic but today wasn’t a weed day. He only had a certain amount of weed tucked away comfortable in the base of the big oak tree, so he felt the need to conserve it for when the really…Really shitty days happened. And even though he was going through a mini crisis, not having a date wasn’t really one of those times.

Secord; Jack invading her personal space?! He wasn’t the one that just turned up in the middle of his office without making an appointment beforehand, which was of course the height of rudeness.

As Rya gathered the water that would momentarily be covering him head to toe he couldn’t help but think that he really, really should have seen this coming, giving what happened the last time these two met at the club, he should have known she’s been waiting to do this.

“…Shit” Jack was able to mutter before a wave of water knocked his clean off his feet causing him to cough and splutter on the ground. But then out of no where in the sky the, the clouds slowly parted causing a red hot ray of sunshine to hit the exact place Jack was lying, he took a moment to thank God for his good luck and picked himself groggly off the ground

“…And hello to you too! Fuck me, man when the lost art of conversation get replaced by fucking water boarding, that’s the last time I get you in a club”

Jack paused as if to fully consider the question. Of course there was something he seriously wanted to ask Rya…but of course Jack being Jack he couldn’t quite bring himself to say it out right

“Oh nothing much…A jetpack, a throne made out of solid gold. I’ve always wanted a monkey butler.”

Jack suddenly entire expression seemed to grow quite despondent and genrally arkward as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Actually, there was something, I- you know what? Just forget it, it’s nothing. I’m just high so you can ignore me.”

[Aryana Darcy]

"You obviously underestimate my ability to manipulate men," Rya raised a brow, an amused tilt to her lips peaking through the annoyance on her face. There were moments she wondered why the fuck she bothered with jack--and this was the only the second meeting-- but he always seemed to remind her that his reactions were fucking hilarious. Sincere hilarity was a hard trait to come by, so when she found someone who possessed it, there was a mental policy that Rya had in place to make sure she kept their friendship. She noticed that those like Jack had a hard time being serious and that saved quite a lot of uncomfortable moments in the future. "You'll cave. I'll be sure of it."

He proceeded to list random things that he 'wanted', and Rya made a mental note to somehow grab her hands on a monkey for April fools day and let it loose in his room for shits and giggles. God knows how he'd react, but with his luck, it'd probably sit itself on his shoulder and start grooming him. Perks of having Probability Manipulation, but a girl could try, right?

The sudden awkward feel to the air caused Rya to shift uncomfortably. Where were the jokes? Where was his annoying Irish accent, and why wasn't it chatting her up? This wasn't right. "Bullshit," She said suddenly as she pulled herself onto the dock and 'dried off'(she basically took the excess water and flung it back into the lake), leaving her a bit damp, but not dripping. "What were you going to tell me, Jack. You can't just waltz your Irish arse over here, tell me there is something you wanted to tell me, and then just tell me to forget it. Spit it out, McCarthy." Rya may have been small, but her tone was fierce. If there was one thing she hated, it was this. Don't sit there and lie to her saying that 'it was nothing,' when there was clearly something you wanted to say to her.

[Jack McCarthy]

Rya probably had a point, lord knows. He saw first hand how manipulative Rya could be to that poor kid at the club, and that must have been record time. She managed to worm her way into the poor guy’s head. Of course Jack was much more experienced and wise to the ways of manipulative young temptresses then your average just turned legal boy who was wide eyed and innocent. But Jack would imagine that Rya had quite a number of tricks in her bag, to make Jack sing. Bring it on.

Jack winched slightly as Rya predicatively decided to ask what was on Jack’s mind more or less forcing him to put himself out there.

Jack momentary ruffed his hair with an annoyed look on his face. “Oh, why did you to press me?! You could have ignored it and we would just be on our merry way, but oh no, you just couldn’t help it could you. You, like enjoy seeing me in pain don’t ya?

Jack paused discomfort clear on his face, as the time to put himself out there and make himself vulnerable dawned near. He played with his Celtic cross as he tried to think of a way he can asked this question in such a way, that doesn’t make seem emotionally vulnerable.

“Fuck it, Halloween party, you and me. You going or what?”

Without giving her a chance to respond Jack frantically waved a finger in her face.

“Ok, now; before you draw your own bogus conclusion, I just want to state that, this isn’t like a declaration of love or any of that bullshit and your man eating voodoo shit hasn’t worked on me, so …just…just…don’t’”

[Aryana Darcy]

"I pressed you because I don't appreciate being lied to, McCarthy. One thing you should know about me is that I can't stand being told one thing, and then something entirely different happening. You being in pain has nothing to do with it, though it can be a bit amusing." Rya said, her tone holding some minor frustration. It wasn't necessarily aimed towards Jack, though. His words were just what triggered the response. A sore spot within her was touched, but Rya quickly swallowed the hurt down. No need to show that kind of emotion, especially not to Jack.

She hadn't ignored his own discomfort, either. He didn't know what was going on in her mind, and she had not a fucking clue what was going on in his, so they were at a standstill. Rya shifted the water around them as the awkward silence surrounded them. Finally, Jack spoke and her look of discomfort was replaced by a smug grin.

"Jack McCarthy is asking Rya Darcy to the Halloween Dance? Oh dear, I knew it! I knew it!" Rya sang teasingly, now enjoying the look of discomfort on his face, the same look only moments earlier she had hated. "Jack McCarthy has a crushhh on Rya Darcy! I knew you would fall in love with me, Pretty boy, they always do. But I hadn't realize it would be so soon! My man eating voodoo shit worked on the infamous 'Jack McCarthy'. Poor you, though. The feelings aren't mutual. You're cool and all, but you aren't my cup o' tea, Jack. Sorry."

"Although, I do accept your offer. Lord knows what hell you have planned, and I want to be apart of it."

[Jack McCarthy]

What was this? Was this some actual emotion shown by Rya Darcy? Was this a comment that was completely dripping with sarcasm? Was Rya displaying a side of herself, that was actually…dare he say it? Human?!

Someone catch him, he feels like he’s about to faint.

He found it odd that even though Jack was the one in a emotional positional, Rya ended up being the one who revealed a more vulnerable side to her. Even though that wasn’t by design. In fact hr a rare pang of guilt, one of the things he was prided himself is his lack of bullshit when talking to people, lord knows he didn’t want to put her in a weird position. He actually enjoyed Rya and certainly didn’t r want her to think he was bullshiting her

“Jeez, what’s crawled up your ass? Besides all the stuff you keep sticking up there, pervert. I told you if you keep doing that you’ll go blind. How many hamsters corpses are littered all over your anus?”

….Well that was a funny way of apologizing, but it was the best Rya could hope for.

…and then came the taunting, like Jack knew it was coming, In all honestly he didn’t look down on Rya, if the positions were reversed you better believe Jack would be doing the exact same thing

“Ok, one: Yeah, you wish, Don’t flatter yourself, I’m so much better then the average brain dead muscle bound zombies you usually brain-wash into doing your biding.and two; ….I will give you unlimited access to my luck, if we never talk about this again.”


Jack face instantly up when Rya accepted.

“A-ha! You couldn’t resist! I knew it, Oh my God, We’re going to cause mayhem, For starters I’m going to try to dump some of my secret stash into the punch bowl, classic. You’re going to need to keep watch for that Neville dude, I’m pretty sure he wants me and will do anything to get me locked in a room with him.”

[Aryana Darcy]

Rya was beaming, not because she was going to the dance (Hell, Hammel had the shittiest dances she had ever been to), but because she managed to get Jack McCarthy all wound up and uncomfortable. It was hilarious seeing him the way he was now. The first time they met, he was a horny teenaged guy, ready to get a hot girl into a bar to potentially get into her pants. Now? He was just this awkward little shit looking for a date to the dance. Ha.

"You really don't know me, McCarthy." She chuckled, flicking a bit more water at him for dramatic effect, or to annoy him more. Either one worked, really. "Those average brain dead muscle bound zombies 'offer' to do my bidding. I don't make anyone do anything if they are against it. Oh look, you learned something new today! Congratulations!"

She watched as Jack's face seemed to come back to life, his typical cocky smirk graced his lips once more, and his brown eyes were shining. Well, eager much?

"Come on, McCarthy. You know from our last meeting that trouble is something I seek. Oh, and I don't think that's a good idea, since that Neville dude is going to have a hawk eye on me." After the almost-fling she had with Carter on the retreat and Dr. Neville cockblocked, he's been incredibly watchful. It'd be fun to see if she could get away with it, though.

"Why don't you do something more memorable, though? Spiking the punch is so typical. C'mon Jack, you /gotta/ have something better than that."

[Jack McCarthy]

Hey! If Jack knew that’s what Rya though of him now, he would have been nothing but insulted highly. Awkward little shit?! Jack took pride in the fact, that he was absolutely none of those things. Jack was the most outwardly confident person in the world. He was a god damn cult of personality! But Rya just happened to be pressing one of Jack’s few buttons that made him feel quite uncomfortable….but now that they were past all that he should be back to his old self quickly.

“Oh sure!” Jack said his voice dripping with monotone “You don’t make them do anything. You just walk up to them, bat your pretty little eyes at them, mesmerize them with your bosoms, whisper sweet nothings in their eyes, promise them sex, and their putty in your tiny little hand….that was sarcasm by the way”

Jack must admit, he was expecting a slightly more impressed reaction on the part of Rya, not the passive look on her face.

“Hey!” Jack stood up insulted, “Don’t knock the classics, that one almost caused a riot back at home, Cliches are cliches for a reason! They never get old, and don’t’ worry about Neville, the guy’s a dick and a pedophile, I walked in on him in his office, dressed in women’s underwear getting frisky with a blow up doll with betty white’s face on it, you would no problem throwing him off with your usual tricks.

Jack looked up to the sky, resigned to the fact that he was going to have to pull out the big guns. “Everyone’s a critic” He signed.

“Well…if you really must know, I do have a few tricks of my own up my sleeve. Oh course I do, unlike you I respect the classics but I’m also a master of innovation. I did want to do something light for the party, just to warm up for the big events, but hey! If you insist, on causing mayhem then you came to the right guy.”

With a spring in his step he walked over to the innocent tree truck and riffled though his bag of goodies all the while muttering to himself. “Ok…let’s see here….no…no…Hell no, saving that baby for graduation….hmmmm….ahhh there she is” With victory clear to hear in his voice, he looked back over to Rya with his eyes simmering in excitement “You wanted trouble? Ask and you shall receive. Behold!” Like the world’s most cheesy magician, Jack produced a small light blue package that seemed to contain an assortment of tablets. “This, my large chested lady face friend is a little friend I like to call Ex-lax. One of the world’s most effective laxatives. I hear a story that some kid popped out his guts after eating like 50 of them. The plan of actions is, we find as much food and drink as possible and hide these bads boys in them all and watch the fun. See? Just like the original, with my own personal twist on it.”