Bad luck: dangerous waters [Open]

[Lucas Blacke]

''I wonder if she likes me. I know I like her, but, I dunno.. Might take some time. Holy crap I think without an accent. I wonder if other people have the same issue. Maybe it is because of my power. I would love to be able to conjure fire.''

While the water splashed down on his bare back he pretended to hold fire in the palm of his hand and imagined how cool it'd make him look.

''I bet that'd get me chicks. Not like this stupid power of mine. Couldn't rock worlds anymore but I'd be able to burn who I didn't like. Without words. That'd be fun. I wonder why people don't do that already. I would. I can take them without powers though. Pussies. Speaking of pussies. I'd be so goddamned heroic if someone got up to a girl and harrassed them. I'd swoop in and beat them up easily. Win the chick. Law of video games right? She needs to sleep with me if that happens? Or at the very least kiss me as a thankyou?''

His mind was jumping from thought to thought as it usually did in the shower, and nine out of ten times it was the reason he took so long.

''There are enough hot people in this school I can save. I can think of plenty. I wonder what they look like naked. I hope good. Wonder if I'd get to see that someday. Wouldn't wanna force it though. Might hurt. I'm such a nice guy. But I seriously need a girlfriend right now. One who isn't afraid to put out. I'm so stressed right now. I wonder. Would anyone I know fuck me? I hope so. Might ask around.''

Suddenly the temperature of the water changed on him and the warm drops of water began to change to cold ones which startled Luke a bit and tore him out of his own mind as he jumped forward a bit to dodge the drops of cold. Sadly the jumping motion made him lose his footing and trip forward due to the slippery nature of the tiling. He tried to grab on to the shower curtain but instead of keeping himself standing he ripped it off its hinges as he made a loud smack on the ground with the curtain covering him.

Behind him the water was still running. And his leg didn't feel too good, and due to the nature of his last few thought his.. 'condition' was 'heightened'.

''Jesus fuck my dick!'' He yelled out as he felt the cold floor pressing up against him. ''..Oh and my leg.''

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Marcus preferred going to the showers at a certain time of day, usually when the traffic was low to non-existent, however that wasn’t always possible. While he’d gotten used to the stares to a point - he really didn’t mind people looking, after all, what was there to look at? - he was still uncomfortable with the questions, which came no matter how much he practiced “female dignity”. That is, no matter how he covered himself, someone always had to ask. At some point, he just gave up. And did his best to not care.

He’d….well, now she’d only just started the water and….eep! Brrr~ It was fucking freezing!! Marcus stepped back from the stream of water and cautiously held her hand in it, waiting for it to warm up to better temperature. She did turn on the hot water, right? Damn, this shower was going to suck if it stayed like that.

About then, Marcus heard a flailing going on in the stall next to hers which was already well occupied by someone when she’d first arrived. Following the flailing, there was the sound of the curtain being ripped away…then a thunk as what Marcus presumed was a large body hitting the bath tile.

Then there was the shout.

”Jesus fuck my dick!”

Marcus winced in sympathy pains, barely giving it a second thought as to why such a part of the body was rigid enough to be injured; it was the boys’ showers, after all. Boys will be boys.

Marcus turned off her own shower and popped a head out from behind the curtain, not completely ensuring that everything was covered up. This was her not caring. “Are you okay?” she asked the body underneath the curtain.

[Lucas Blacke]

Why did all the bad stuff happen to him? Why, with perfect muscle memory and a fit body like his did he fall in the showers? The mixed portion no less. Not that his first thought wasn't that he hoped some hot chick would find him, but still it angered him instead of embarrassing him. He didn't want to keep anyone from doing their thing by having to look out for him, last thing he wanted was to fuck up lives without doing anything to cause it.

As he lay on the floor with the curtain on top of him keeping him from seeing the outside world, though he wasn't quite sure if there were parts of him sticking out, he found that the question that was fired at him was a bit.. retarded in his eyes. Why would, he assumed it was a she, she ask if he was okay? Obviously he couldn't see who said it but if they just looked his way they could see a still body lying on the floor with the shower still running in the background. What was okay about that? Maybe some people could see how it was, but not him and not at that time.

''I'm not fuckin' okay.'' He replied angrily as he popped his head out from under the curtain to face whatever being was directing those words at him. Luke wasn't really a moody person about most things, but small stuff like this slightly pushed his buttons.

With a quick glance he noticed the face of the girl talking to him and he realized it was the girl of the mountain dew incident. Never again. But at least this meant he was already on bad footing with her and had no reason to hold back.

''I was just showerin' and figured how the floor would feel, so I danced my way outta the water when I realized I needed a fuckin' tutu and proceeded to yank the curtain off to use as a dress. From there on I danced my way outta the shower an' plopped myself on the ground because I wanted to know how it felt to fall instead of just sitting down.''

He sighed with a mix of irritation and confusion. ''I 'spose that's how that happened.''

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Whoops. He sounded angry. Well, that was understandable. Marcus would be angry too if he injured that part of the body.

However, when he revealed his ugly face, Marcus leaned back slightly in disgust. Her face showed it as well. This was not a meeting that she had anticipated nor looked forward too. And it had taken lots of careful planning to ensure that Lucas never found out that Marcus and the Mountain Dew girl were one in the same. And part of that was also making sure that none of the other bandmates, not Cameron nor Matt, found out about his power either. Not an easy feat, mind you, when something as simple as a sneeze could have you sprouting boobs.

His rant was…excessive. Marcus scowled as the downed brunette went on and on…and on and on and on about some scenario that she supposed was supposed to be funny. To someone. And possibly insulting. But Marcus was just irritated.

“Well, I guess if you and your dick are fine, then you can hobble yourself down to the nurse. Who knows? Maybe you’ll get the urge to see what the hallway floor feels like and crack that hollow head of yours open.” Marcus had no idea where that spiteful-venom came from, but it sure felt good to say. She smartly closed the curtain again. “Good luck with that.”

[Lucas Blacke]

His eyes were still locked on the place she was mere seconds ago before she pulled back at the sight of him. How couldn't she? He practically threatened her, but at least she didn't mention what had happened. He was also quite pleased to hear she didn't hold any grudge toward him.

He sprouted a small smile as she left his sight as, while he was in a bit of pain he felt better through the power of sarcasm. No matter why, when or how it could always make him feel better as he figured that with the use of sarcasm he could yell away without offending people, but ofcourse there were those who began yelling at him anyway simply because he was yelling. And he was sure past events played a role here even if they didn't talk about it.

But moments before she vanished behind her own curtain she mention something about him going himself if he felt fine, which caused his own smile to fade just as fast as it had appeared. Why would she say it like she did? Maybe she was a decent person after all. Not that he had gotten to know her before going all zombie on her and threatening her but.. oh, right, she was also a he. That one would take some getting used to.

''Hold yer tits!'' He finally yelled out as she had vanished from sight. ''Whatya mean to say, is that even with the.. for lack of a better word, dick I've been to ya yer still willin' to help me out?''

''Why?''

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Marcus didn’t know how she’d come up with that sass. She wasn’t normally that confrontational with people her own age. Sarcasm mostly came out against adults and in those cases, it was in a very clear “I hate you don’t talk to me” petulant way. Maybe Safia was rubbing off on her? Or most likely George was. That girl could sass when she wanted to. And Rylee. Actually, most of his girl-friends seemed to have smart mouths on them. Who knew he’d become one of them so quickly?

Back behind the curtain, Marcus was about halfway to turning the water back on, a smug smile adorning her lips, when he called back to her. She sighed loudly and turned around again, opening the curtain once again, this time completely. She placed a hand on her hip and leered down at the broken boy.

“Because,” she started. “It easy, and pure common sense to be nice to someone who’s injured.” Shook her head with an amused smile. “And seriously man, I feel for you. I really do. I mean, bruising your dick, of all things.” Marcus winced in sympathy. Then chuckled, her smile coming out into something a little more friendly. She knelt down to his eye level. “Besides, I feel bad for how things went down last time. No matter the reason, I shouldn’ta hit you.”

[Lucas Blacke]

Normally he'd agree on the not slapping anyone front but this time he had to disagree, at the time he had literally asked for it as it was one of the few things he thought could stop him. The fact she chose not to hit him at that exact moment was a bit awkward but it didn't take away the question still stood when she did hit him. In fact, he needed it. He felt he needed it, he'd gone a bit overboard against her.

He tilted his head up with a soft smile as she said it was common sense to be nice to injured people. Wasn't all that often Luke was physically injured, most of the time he was an emotional wreck instead of a physical one. When she spoke about knowing how it felt to hurt your penis she knelt down a bit so he could see more, and boy did he rue seeing more of her as he physically jumped up from the ground despite his leg hurting. He instantly put his hands in front of his groin when he suddenly realized she wouldn't get embarrassed as much as get penis envy since she was.. he.

''Allow me my awkward moments, I'm tryin' to get used to a girl being.. not a girl. I ain't all that okay with knowin' there's a naked guy in front of me even if ya look like a girl right now.'' For a moment he forgot his leg hurt and when he finally did remember he put all of his weight on his other leg. It wasn't comfortable, but it would do for now. He let out a sigh of relief when he realized she was still in a knelt down position and was now at eye level with his hands covering him up.

''I feel bad too..'' He mumbled with his face staring right in front of him and a slight blush running over his face.

''Among other things. So please get up.''

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While Marcus had long lost her problems with being naked in either form while in the showers, she had to admit that she might have been trolling him just a teensy bit. She already knew he was wigged out by the gender-shifting thing. It really was confusing to people who’d never been exposed to it before. It was, in all truth, her only weapon against a dick like Luke. Since she couldn’t exactly fight back, not even as a boy.

“Yeah, well, you work on getting used to seeing it. Out of the two of us, you still got the easy part on that front.” After all, Lucas wasn’t the one turning into a girl.

He felt bad? Wooow, that was something. So he did have a conscience. Now, arguably, that was probably unfair of Marcus to assume. She didn’t know him much more than he knew her. After all, Lucas still didn’t know who she really was. Marcus felt a little bad about hiding that from him, but she figured it be best to…maybe improve their relationship on both sides of his gender before revealing himself….and then asking for forgiveness later.

The only flaw in this plan was that Marcus had no idea how forgiving Lucas was. At all.

Marcus stood tall, collecting her long, wet hair around her shoulder. “Right. You done freaking out yet? Enough to get some clothes on you?” She crossed her arms over her very small chest. She looked down with a slight tilt in her head. “How’s your leg? Can you walk?”

[Lucas Blacke]

With him still balancing on his one good leg he mustered a fake little smile as she told him he had it easy. He had it easy how? He was a total freaking horndog with a naked girl kneeling infront of him while he himself was naked and they were both wet. It didn't matter he knew she was a guy because she still looked like a girl and his body responded to that fact, and not to what she really was. In his eyes she was the one having it easy, she was able to play him right now without lifting as much as a finger and he did assume she knew that.

When she finally got up to her feet and looked straight at him he stumbled back a bit as she asked if he was done freaking out so he could get some clothes on. He slightly tilted is head if only just at his own confusion. Clothes? For what?

''Hold the fuck on.'' He told her suddenly as his eyes widened. ''What're ya gonna do to me? It's just a busted leg, I can walk it off.'' He pleaded as he took accepting help like a sign of weakness, a sign he wasn't ready to show her/him seeing as how he wasn't quite sure if he despised or loathed her or him.

But then when the question came if he could walk and how his leg felt he softened up a bit. She didn't have any reason to look after him but she did so anyway, even after what he'd done to her. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all, though he would surely have to get used to the him part of her. ''I.. I 'spose..'' He lied as he put weight on his injured leg and bit through the shot of pain.

''Totally dandy!'' He said through grit teeth.

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Typical, gung-ho male. As a man, Marcus understood to a point. It was no fun admitting your weaknesses, things you could and could not do. For some reason, there was this stigma that guys had to be strong in all aspects all the time and that admitting that you were made of flesh and bone that could break as easy as the next person was some sort of stab to their pride. Like being human somehow made them less of a man.

Yes, Marcus had to deal with all that too. Mostly from his grandfather, who couldn’t accept the free-loving, artsy, sensitive she-male that was his grandson, and supposed to be his heir. There’d been multiple attempts on his end to “whip him into shape”, and while Marcus tried his best, he still fell short of those expectations.

The good thing about it, he supposed, was that he got a lot of experience in doing a lot of really random things.

First aid happened to be one of them, a necessity when doing one of the many rough-and-tough outdoor sports that he’d been subjected to growing up. “Whatever,” Marcus said blandly. “If you want to walk it off, like the big strong man you are, and let it get worse, then that’s on you.”

“Or,” she proposed. “You can put on your damn drawers so I’m not staring at your bruised dick - I’ll put on a shirt or something too - and just let me take a look at it. If nothing else, it might give me some piece of mind that I didn’t let a head-strong boob like you fuck himself up even more when I could have done something about it.”

[Lucas Blacke]

He wasn't too sure about letting her look at his leg, let alone try to fix it even if it helped him in the end. He was weird that way, but he wasn't all to keen about having someone he disliked, yeah he disliked her, tend to his injuries even if said person was right in assuming he'd just fuck up more. He'd be able to power through it without much issue so that people wouldn't see him hurting but that wouldn't mean his pain wouldn't be there. Maybe it was kind of a good idea to let her look at it if she could fix it, though he was just as happy to go to the school nurse. He had assumed it'd be a nice little break to find a non-power related injury.

Though maybe the best idea yet was the one she suggested after saying the thing about walking it off like a big and strong man. And for some reason that one sounded a bit condescending. She suggested he put on some drawers to hide his awesome manhood, which was actually showing no signs of dying down due to the girl who was just practically breathing against it despite it just being to look at his leg.

He quickly turned to the side and dropped the ripped and torn curtain, which was not covering all that much aside from his chest, to grab the boxer he had stowed away for when he was done. Though considering the state of his leg it hurt him like hell when he leaned on his injured leg to put it on.

He fell the the floor and ended up with his legs spread just below her.

He feigned a smile and closed his eyes, raising his eyebrow in joy. ''Seems ye've made a friend.''

Deep down he mourned the moment this happened. Did the bad luck ever end?

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Marcus couldn’t fix the injury. The best she could do would be to determine if it was something minor that Lucas could indeed “walk off”, or if it was something that required him to go to the school infirmary. Either way, it would leave a bad taste in her mouth if she left him to hobble back to his dorm room or worse, stranded, naked in the showers because he couldn’t even do that much. Marcus may not have warm , cuddly feelings towards the guy, but she wasn’t about to leave him hanging either.

Oh, well.

Marcus turned to her own stack of clothes, which she left on the bench just outside her shower stall, and pulled on her black tank-top. It was made for her male self so, of course, it hung very large over her very slim figure. More like a short dress than a shirt, really.

She turned at the sound of him falling, just as she was pulling her wet hair out from underneath her collar. Marcus presented a small scowl at the display she saw and the words he spoke. “I guess I should have known, but…wow,” she scoffed. “Guys really will point that at anything remotely female.” Marcus supposed she should feel flattered, especially since she always thought she was built like a pre-pubescent boy.

But guess that called it. Lucas couldn’t even put on his boxers without collapsing in pain. “Need help getting up?” she offered.

[Lucas Blacke]

''Uh..'' He wasn't all that comfortable on the ground with a boxer around one of his legs and a slightly wet and actually (and creepily) not bad looking girl hovering over him and his exposed junk. And on top of that his leg hurt quite a bit as he had decided not to show her but fate decided differently as he had toppled over trying to lean on it. Next she asked if he needed help getting up at which remark he sarcastically smiled.

''Yup. I need ya to reach for me so I can take yer arm and pull myself up despite my leg hurtin' and despite the fact yer not as strong.'' He joked with slightly closed eyes and a mocking tone to his voice as he held up his hand and practically told her not to help him get up as he took the time seated to put on the rest of his boxer and cover himself up. ''Honestly though, I'd just pull ya down and the last thing I want is a girl lying on top of me right now.''

He placed his hand to the side of him and struggled to get up on his good leg at first, trying to stay upright for now as he placed his injured leg on the ground, causing his eyes to twitch. ''See?'' He asked, acting like nothing really hurt, but he knew she knew better than that. You wouldn't just fall over if everything was okay, right? ''Did this all on my own. Did not need any help getting up.''

''Though if yer gonna help me get to the infirmary or something ya might wanna help me walk there.'' He told her as he decided to raise his foot from the floor a bit. ''Or put on some pants.'' He joked. Last thing he wanted was to go to the infirmary in his boxers. He didn't need every girl in a 50 foot radius to ovulate.

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Marcus sighed in some exasperation. This jerk was so stubborn! Just because she wasn’t as strong(and she wouldn’t deny that either) didn’t mean she couldn’t act as leverage or something. “It’s not like I’m trying to throw you over my shoulder,” she retorted with a roll of her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Then she smirked. “Or did you want to be carried like a princess instead?” Because he sure was acting like one.

“Sure, right. I know girls half my size who could throw you across the room, no sweat.” Even if he was right about Marcus specifically, she had a feeling that Lucas was making that determination simply because she was a girl. Honestly, male Marcus probably wouldn’t be able to hold him up either, so it was a moot point.

Whatever. If he wanted to flounder around like an idiot, then that was his choice. “Uh-huh…congratulations, you’re a man,” she said unenthusiastically. “Tell me, are you a masochist?” It took someone special to put themselves through such pain just to uphold his pride. But pride wasn’t going to fix a severely bruised, possibly broken, leg. Actually, it was liable to make it worse.

At least he was willing to let Marcus help him put on pants and walk to the infirmary. “Sure, gimme a sec.” Marcus turned and nabbed her own set of pants, black ones that hung with bondage straps. Her usual style. She tightened the waist-strap, and cinched up the pant legs - these were the kind that could be worn as either pants or shorts depending on how much of the pant leg you tied back. They were convenient for a person who randomly changed heights up to several times a day.

Secured in her clothes, Marcus turned back to the injured boy. “Okay, pants. Gimme.” She held out her hand, expecting the boy to fork them over without putting up a fuss. Or rather, more of a fuss.

[Lucas Blacke]

..was Axelle half her size? He was sure she'd be able to do just that, throw him around the room like a ragdoll. Maybe it was a good thing she didn't because the mere thought hurt.

He nodded with a half-creepy grin on his face at the question of being a masochist. ''Aye. Only way to know I'm alive.'' He was lying, obviously, but telling people that was better than the alternative of jumping straight into the cesspool of sadness. She didn't deserve that so she got dick-Luke instead. Someone he had thought up to keep people from seeing the real him, though his last comment was pretty close to the line of reality.

When he accepted her help and she made a move to put on her own pants before going to help him with his he attempted to put some weight on the injured leg to see if time had healed something, but with a silent flinch that he was sure she wouldn't see anyway he figured that no, time hadn't healed anything. It was pretty much down to waiting for her to help him.

Dropping in the shower, being naked on accident in front of a girl he didn't like with a boner, being forced to accept her help, and only getting into his own pants? Unacceptable. But surely, even given the opportunity he wouldn't do something like that, would he? No, not since last time. For which he hadn't quite forgiven her yet.

''Y'know, yer seein' me be wounded an' all so this might be a good time to tell ya I'm sorry.'' He was thinking of the last time they met now, and he was feeling pretty guilty about how he'd done even if the dew caused it. ''I shouldn't have said those things.''