Do I Know You? (Tags: Lucas Blacke)

[Ash Browne]

Despite her electrokinesis, Ash actually enjoyed the lake. She hadn't feared water before her manifestation, the tall teen had been a good swimmer and never felt discomfort at being drenched. However, when her powers first appeared, a strong and steady growing fear of water began to emerge.

It frustrated her. Ash knew there was nothing to be afraid of, she could swim and there was no such thing as sea-monsters. Much to her annoyance, this didn't stop her from flinching every time water splashed her unexpectedly or panicking whenever she got too close to a large body of water. Despite this, the lake was still calming to Ash. It moved slowly, so it didn't scare her like the ocean did.

Sighing slightly, Ash walked along the path, staring closely at the lake as she wandered. Fear was an odd thing. It never raised its head until the thing it feared was right on top of it. Well, at least it was that way for Ash. Stopping in her movements, Ash sat down under a tree growing next to the lake shore. Near the shore was stony but the place she was sitting on was full of rich grass, healthy from the available water. Reaching into her bag, Ash pulled out a popular book; the cover had two black mountains and a red sun in between. It was about a short fellow who went on an adventure with a wizard and other short fellows to slay a dragon.

Losing herself in the pages, Ash kept reading the novel as the sun began to creep further into the sky, reflecting off the lake with a golden glow. The teen no longer noticed people moving about her and would probably be startled if someone interrupted her reading.

[Lucas Blacke]

Another day, another run at the lake. This time was a time for a certain throwback, a run without a shirt. No matter the amount of ovaries he would break with being shirtless, today was a bit too hot to go running with a shirt on. Silently and toward the back of his mind he was wondering who he'd meet this time if he was to meet anyone this time he ran circles around the lake, watching people and the still surface of the lake that he liked looking at. Not only because he could see how handsome he was without a shirt on, but the thought about how water reflected life was calming to him. And not just his life, life in general.

Doubly so for those people who had electricity powers. He had almost dated someone with powers like that and she was deadly terrified of water. Which kinda sucked because Lucas liked cooling down in the stuff. That and maybe even doing fun stuff in it, but that had been limited to only one person so far. Dressing rooms.. that was a story for another time, but they were fun.

Swiftly dodging the rocks scattered along the outside of the lake he ran while looking at all the people, thinking of random things and trying to fantasize about what said person did and why. It was always fun to judge people silently based solely on looks, even if society had told him looks didn't mean a thing. Hell, he was half naked and running for no reason, and for those who would get to know Lucas he was a giant sweetheart. Or so he hoped.

Hobbit? He thought suddenly as he made a lap around the lake. It took him a few minutes to make a full lap but this just gave his eyes more time to stare. Although the further he got the less visible the cover of the book became. But it was The Hobbit, wasn't it? It looked like it, and there wasn't much Hobbit-related he didn't know. Except for the names of those dwarves at the beginning.

''I totally lo-'' He began as he had made one full lap again as he stopped right before the person reading the book under a tree. Under a tree. So it was possible. Now only if the one reading it was a girl the fantasy would be complete. After slightly bowing down he saw it was a girl, though his fist balling up was a slight indication of it not being the girl he was expecting.

''Sawyer.'' He nodded as he spoke through his teeth. ''Th' fuck're you doin' 'ere?''

[Ash Browne]

Ash stared at the stranger for a very long time, remaining completely silent. Underneath, her facade was flinching away from this guy's anger. However, the personality that ruled supreme began to snarl at his hostility. An' I thought this day was gonna go well.

Slamming her book closed, Ash slowly placed the novel carefully next to her before standing up. Remaining silent, she casually dusted the earth from her shorts, the tree roots had stirred up the ground and left some soil on her rear.

Looking back up, Ash stared solidly into his gaze. She was fuming, though her face would not express it. Who was this stranger? Who the hell is Sawyer? Should she punch him in the crotch or the face? Breathing in deep, Ash gave the stranger a charming smile which quickly dropped into a murderous glare. Her stance became tense and electricity caused her hair to lift slightly from her shoulders. She could feel the slight crackles around her fingers, unable to hear them due to blood rushing through her ears.

"Who in the flyin' fuck do you think you're speakin' to?" Ash would say in an incredibly hostile tone, almost growling out her words; her thick northern accent coiling around her words like snakes.

[Lucas Blacke]

The second she responded and thus stood up was the moment Lucas had a good amount of time to look her over carefully and assess the situation. He didn't remember Sawyer being that tell and certainly not as having an accent. But then again, the Sawyer he had known before was a voice mimic so she could very well be using his love for Karalie and her accent against him, which kinda sounded like this one. But on the other hand, Sawyer couldn't turn super saiyan, could she? Though the hair lifting from her shoulders told him otherwise.

Maybe her power had somehow.. split or something, was that even possible though? For someone to have two different abilities instead of one? It seemed a bit more likely now with that accent reminding him of Karalie but not being spot on. If she was mocking him she could have done a way better job. Then again she also responded as if she didn't know Lucas. Figured for the school whore to not remember the guy she had cheat on his girlfriend.

''Look at me all ya want, slut. Laugh at me, ask me, insult me, but I think I was clear as fuck who I think I'm speakin' ta.'' Maybe that time away from Hammel had made her stupid, or maybe there was a trade in for smarts in return for length. He swore he couldn't look Sawyer straight in the eyes before, and as much as he hated it he couldn't deny she still looked hot. Though maybe that was something else.

Luke stepped a bit closer and felt his second fist clench up. If he didn't get an answer soon he would get to hitting the whore and not even regret it since she deserved every bit of it seeing as what she took from him. She owed him big time.

''Sawyer.'' He repeated with a mocking tone. ''An' if yer tryin' ta make me even angrier ya don't need ta mimic her voice, all I need is th' image of what ya did ta me.''

[Ash Browne]

Ash was triggered. Not only had this stranger come up and had been completely aggressive; sure, she was hostile to strangers but only if they approached her. The stress of this situation was causing her to generate electricity, which began to spark from her finger tips. She remained perfectly silent as this asshole began to rant.

Okay, this guy is fuckin' delusional. Breathing in deep, Ash could feel herself begin to lose it. Slut? Insult him? Firstly she was no slut, in fact she had never banged anyone. Secondly, she had no reason to insult this guy besides the fact he was clearly being a complete dick. Finally, Ash had just about tipped over the edge.

''An' if yer tryin' ta make me even angrier ya don't need ta mimic her voice, all I need is th' image of what ya did ta me.'

You hear that ringing? That's the alarm for dress yourself in rubber as quick as you can, Ash has just gotten pissed. Sparks literally began to jump from her fingertips but suddenly, everything electrical stopped as she absorbed every bit of electricity she had generated. Bloated was a good way to explain how she felt, or bursting. A quiet chuckle began to leave her lips before she fell silent again. Ash completely ignored the 'what ya did ta me', she was in no mood to calm this guy down.

"Make ye angry? Oh no, pal, it's the other way around."

With those few words, Ash reached up her hand and attempted to lightly poke Luke in the chest. If she managed to touch him, or if he touched her to push her hand away, he would get a nasty shock. It wouldn't be fatal, painful yes. The force of the electricity should force him to the ground and also give him a wake-up slap the face.

[Lucas Blacke]

Electricity? It didn't seem this was Sawyer at all now that he thought about it, but having someone to yell at and beat up began to feel so good. Last time he did anything like that was in his time with Marnie, and truth be told he had been dying for a redo. And now it had finally appeared in the form of that whore Sawyer which possibly wasn't Sawyer but someone else who just looked like her. In fact, Lucas should probably have looked past just her exterior and come to the conclusion she wasn't the whore he thought she was earlier.

But then.. why the accent? Unless that was actually her accent and not just a way to upset the guy, though sadly the damage had been done already and Lucas felt like there was no going back now, not that he wanted anyway. What was only one less person when there were many? He stepped forward a slight bit, readjusting his feet and looked in the eyes of.. not-Sawyer. Pikachu? Could he call her Pikachu? Who cared at that point, right? Anything to give his victim a name.

But then she poked him in the chest as he merely looked at her finger as a shock shot through his system. He felt the pain and stepped back a bit, not making a sound as he fell down, eyes closed and feeling his body take over and work to counteract the contortions in his muscles. Seemed she had the same effect on him as caffeine had, though slightly worse. It did look like his body was still responsive to his thoughts. But at that moment it wasn't about righting a wrong anymore, it was about fighting the pain and making known he wasn't to be played with.

People had used him as a means to an end a bit too much in the past and that was going to end right then. Still on the ground he began smiling, opened his eyes and opened his palms to push himself up like a vampire. ''That hurt. An' still does.'' Still, one of the perks he had was to be able to fight through any pain at the risk of lasting issues, but that was worth it to him right now.

He looked at her and grinned, feeling his fist ball up again. The tingling feeling around his body was slowly subsiding but his anger did not, and his body didn't want to let up as his mind was pretty much all murder right now.

Raising one of his feet he took a stance with one of his rubber-soled boots at the neck of the girl, standing in a way that allowed him to simply press his foot forward and pin her down, even if he were to fall over.

''Why did you do that?''

[Ash Browne]

Ash glared up at the guy. Why did I do that? Christ, this place ain't better than the last. The people here are just as fuckin' stupid. The teen grabbed at the boy's ankle and pushed at it, keeping some of the pressure of her throat. Ash was done with being tormented; she had enough of that at the last school. She cursed as she realised that her body had begun to work in overdrive to regenerate the electricity that she had expelled; thus making Ash rather tired. Bugger me, should've just walked off.


"Why did I bloody do that? Are you stupid? You came up to me outta nowhere and tried to start a fuckin' fight." Ash growled, shoving angrily at his foot to push it away. Standing back up, stumbling from her tiredness as she rubbed at her throat. Enough of this shite. Reaching into her short's pockets, Ash pulled out two batteries and slowly began to drain them; the sparks leaping from the cylinders and into her fingers. Slowly but surely, the brunette began to feel a bit more awake; though she was still quite wobbly on her feet. 

"I don't know who your 'Sawyer' is, so fuck off." Ash snapped again, kneeling down to pick up her book from it's position on the ground. The cover somehow got scuffed up, probably due to their short 'disagreement'.

[Lucas Blacke]

''Rhetorical question.'' He replied sternly even after she said she didn't know who Sawyer was. Lucas already knew that but hearing it from here did a bit more to calm him, though it would look kind of stupid if he stopped his aggression right then, he felt. He was mad, it felt good, so what reason was there to stop? Even if he was wrong in assuming she was Sawyer, which he was, he would continue yelling at her like she was just to get it out there somehow. The last time he had really talked about it was with the one he had hurt because of it, only slivers of it leaving his mouth since then even to his closest of friends. Maybe it was a good thing to get someone to hate him before unloading his story. She would ignore him and he would have no more need to talk to her.

When she grabbed his ankle he let her push it away, knowing deep down right now that he didn't need to try and harm her, that just seeing her had just about done him in for reasons she probably didn't know. A few moments passed of him just standing there as she picked up the book. Somewhere he would have liked a few more shocks, make him forget all he knew, the bad outweighed the good anyway. And this.. the memories that it brought back only made it worse for him.

Slowly Lucas lowered his foot fully and backed down a bit, almost stumbling and tripping over his own feet, yet not trying to remain standing and just letting himself fall down to a sitting position on the ground. ''I know..'' He knew she didn't know Sawyer, and he knew she was right in telling him to fuck off. But it seemed that decision released more than he would have wanted. His head swaying from side to side, gazing down at the ground, feeling his eyes water up a slight bit as it all came bubbling to the surface.

''I know, but if I ain't able ta get mad at Sawyer herself..'' He paused, ''I need ta get it out somehow..''

[Ash Browne]

Ash shot a wary glare at the boy as he sat down, shuffling onto her feet in a crouching position. She was no longer tired beyond movement but she would rather save the electricity that had generated; maybe use it to power her legs if he leapt at her. She stared down at her book, thumbing the large tear through the 'T' of the title; vaguely listening to what stuff the dude was saying.

A spark of anger jolted through her, metaphorically. Whipping her head around, she glared at the boy. "Don't start acting like the damn victim here-" Ash's words were cut short as she spotted the look on the boy's face. I-Is he crying? If it had been under normal circumstances, Ash would've probably told him that Sawyer was a bitch before telling him to bugger off. However, Lucas had came at her during her time of peace and that was annoying. But still, those tears were unnerving her.

"S-stop crying. It's freaking me out." Ash turned her back on the boy, sitting down cross-legged with the book and her hands resting on her lap. Turning her head over her shoulder, Ash kept a troubled eye on the boy; not sure on what he was planning to do.

[Lucas Blacke]

She was now one of the few people around that had seen the real Luke instead of the mask he constantly put on to avoid people asking too much from him. Though, she didn't see too much of it as she seemed to want to avoid the fact that he was crying in the first place, which actually made sense to Luke as he still figured guys weren't supposed to cry. They were supposed to be the strong gender, right?

And she was right in what she said, and what Luke assumed she meant. Maybe he was the victim with Sawyer, but not with this one. The fact that she looked like Sawyer was just the trigger needed by the Texan to start flipping, though infinitely unfair to her to have a random stranger go off on her. So in more ways than one (including the fact his tears seemed to make her uncomfortable) she was the victim here, not Lucas.

''Sorry.'' Lucas said, looking up a bit and wiping at his eyes, telling his muscles not to let go anymore and stop crying, or making him cry. It seemed even those had been waiting for a time when he could cry openly, though it seemed that was not this day. ''Fer three things..''

He slowly got up from his spot and walked over to the girl, assuming she wouldn't jump up and jolt him back down. Which by the way still hurt, Luke remembered as he swept his hand over his bare chest, his skin was still quite red. ''Sorry fer attackin' ya, I really am. Ya didn't deserve that. I knew ya weren't Sawyer fer a long time,'' He sniffed a bit again as he stuck out his hand for the girl to take and get up.

''I just never had th' closure I needed from that.'' He tried smiling whether she took his hand or not, ''An' I'm sorry 'bout yer book. I'll buy ya a new one, or get it restored in some way. Lemme right th' wrong.''

[Ash Browne]

Ash turned around slowly to face Lucas, still uneasy about the whole crying situation. Carefully, she reached up and took his hand; pulling on it to help herself up whilst keeping a careful eye on the boy's face. "You better." Ash said, her hostility still not ready to release its grip on her view of the boy.

She glanced down at her book which she held in her hand. The tear wasn't too bad but it still messed up the whole look of the book. Edging away from Lucas slightly, Ash dusted her shorts again and cleared her throat. The foot-at-the-throat thing hadn't hurt but her throat still felt uncomfortable from the pressure.

Turning her gaze back up, Ash shuffled away from him some more. Being close to someone she was 'friendly' with unnerved her, even more so with something she had been fighting about five minutes previous. Despite the snarling that had happened, Ash was curious on who this Sawyer was and why she was such a bitch. But she wouldn't ask. Number 1, Ash didn't want to be mixed up in any drama. Number 2, she didn't want to deal with any of this guy's problems, she had her own to deal with. Finally number 3, she wanted her book fixed and that's it. No more of this dude and his hormonal issues.

Ash held out her book to the boy, a closed look in her eyes. "If you wanna fix the 'wrong', you can start with fixin' this." She said in a curt tone. No need to be polite, if this guy wants to make up for being an asshole then he can fix her damn book.

[Lucas Blacke]

Not quite seeing past the Sawyer side of things he felt he put a little too much force behind his hand as she used it to get up. Sure he knew that she wasn't Sawyer, but he also didn't know who she was instead, and until that had been resolved all he would see was Sawyer. Though her accent helped a bit in reminding him she didn't deserve anything Luke would have to offer in terms of anger.

His hand went over his eyes once more as she stepped back a bit and ran her hand over her throat. He looked a bit shocked as he thought he didn't hurt her one bit, though maybe she was hurt because of the electricity she used? And perhaps tired and irritated instead of hurt? ''I ain't hurt ya, did I?'' He asked as she then shuffled back a bit more at the same time he took a small step forward.

He wasn't extremely surprised at the reaction, after all he had practically attacked her without being provoked, like a rabid dog. Truth be told he didn't know what came over him, just that he saw Sawyer and that his vision went red, except this wasn't Sawyer. He needed to constantly remember himself of that to keep sane, which had been increasingly harder to do these past few days. ''First off all..''

Lucas stuck out his hand and hoped the girl would take it, shake it even and mention her own name. If not for pleasantries he would try to find out to make the whole 'She's-not-Sawyer.' thing easier on himself. ''Lucas Blacke, at yer service.'' Usually he would say something a bit different, but right now he didn't deem himself in the position to make jokes. And he was actually at her service.

''I maybe got some compensation fer ya in me car.'' Compensation in the form of a less than usual amount of money. He needed a money sink, so why not give it to people he needed to apologize to? ''An' I'll obviously help ya get yer book back while ye do yer best not ta zap me any further, 'kay?''

So far for not making jokes.

[Ash Browne]

''I ain't hurt ya, did I?''

Ash would shoot the boy a cold look and a frown. It didn't hurt but the previous pressure had made her throat feel weird. Besides, if he thought a simple foot to the throat could hurt her, he'd be in for a big surprise. Weakness wasn't exactly something that ran through her family. After all, she almost sliced her hand in half when she was little more than a toddler.

"No, you didn't. It takes more than that to take me down." Ash said, slightly pushing a warning into her words. Fully-charged, she wasn't going down without at least paralysing him first. Only if he attacked though, she still needed that energy.

''Lucas Blacke, at yer service.''

Yeah, the service of fixin' my bloody book. Ash thought, glancing down at the boy's hand with a look close to disturbance. The hand he had stuck out meant that she would have to shake with the hand that had the large scar across the palm; the result of almost slicing her hand in half. I don' wanna touch him, I don' wanna touch him, I don' wanna touch him- oh no, I'm touchin' him. Ash kept repeating these thoughts in her head as she shook her hand, wincing slightly at the really strange feeling of something touching the scar. The flesh was dead so she didn't feel the same way she did with her other palm, but she still felt something. "Ash Browne." Instantly, she let go of his hand. No more weird touching.


''I maybe got some compensation fer ya in me car. An' I'll obviously help ya get yer book back while ye do yer best not ta zap me any further, 'kay?''

Oh brilliant, now he's trying to lead her into his car. Ash raised an eyebrow at Lucas. There wasn't even the prospect of candy. Besides, who in the right mind would get in the car of the person who had just attacked them? For all she knew, he could be planning to take her somewhere more secluded to take this fight further. The distrustful look was apparent on Ash's face.

"As long as ye don' refer to me as this 'Sawyer-bitch' then fine. But I cannae promise anythin'. Static charge is kinda constant."

[Lucas Blacke]

A slight sigh of relief left him when she replied it would take more than a kick to take her down. Wait, did he hit her? He could've sworn he made sure not to let his foot touch her.. maybe his body had been a bit more aggressive than he had thought.

Still, she appeared cold and distrusting of him. That much he could see, and easily so due to his ability. ''Good. Don't really like me women easy.'' He joked, a joke which he kind of instantly regretted as it could be seen as some kind of threat or a warning of some kind. But.. the damage had been done, again, he figured.

His hand then touched hers as she shook it, the awkward not going unnoticed to the Texan even as he noticed the large scar the hand of the girl wore, he wondered why it was there but decided not to delve. At least not until he was around her while she was still angry at him, which he still couldn't blame her for. ''Nice ta meet ya, Ash. Bit of a shame we hafta meet like this, but it's th' way it happened.'' He replied at the sound of her name, which she said with haste, it seemed, and then quickly took her hand back. There was no real damage done though, Lucas had expected that much.

The fact she then told him to stop referring to her as that 'Sawyer-bitch' brought a bit of a smile to him, it was a slight relief to hear her mention those two words in the same sentence. Maybe they could get along after all, the way they met was just a bit unlucky.

Luke briefly looked over his shoulder and motioned for Ash to follow him to his car, but giving her a choice with a few simple words, ''Ya comin' or naw?'' He could understand the qualms she could have had with him mentioning his car.

[Ash Browne]

"Don't really like me women easy.''

Wow, no. This just increased Ash's suspicions about the candy and the car. This guy must be very unfortunate with women, needing to subdue them. Since subduing apparently didn't work, Ash guessed he wanted to lead her away. Ash rolled her eyes, as if. Besides, even if that was this guys intentions, zippity-zappy. 

Ash continued to stare at Lucas as he continued to talk. To be honest, he didn't seem that bad. Besides, he did seem really upset about this Sawyer. Not that she would forgive him for verbally attacking her like that. The physical stuff she can forgive, Ash was the first one to attack in the first place. Curious, the brunette wondered what this look-a-like had done. Clearly whatever it was, it was pretty damn bad. It almost brought Lucas to tears. Anger sparked through her hands, causing them to tense slightly. Nothing personal to anyone, but Ash had had her fair share of complete assholes. Besides, making people cry was a dick move.

Quickly turning her head upwards, Ash glanced at Lucas as he moved; breaking her out of her thoughts.

''Ya comin' or naw?''

Or naw? As in gnaw? Nevermind, I don't care. Ash thought. So, after suggesting possible bad intentions, he was now inviting her to his car. Any sensible person would've ran in the opposite direction but who cares. Ash wants her book fixed. "Sure, but if you try anything; I'll have you know that I just charged up on about five double A batteries." Ash muttered as she followed after Lucas.