Fantasy Slayers: Modern Maniacs

[PenBlade1326]

Jane smiled and got up. She pulled Luke up a little bit and leaned in and kissed him on the forehead before pulling him up fully. "And your co-leader is feeling victorious."

 

[Hibiscus]

Luke's eyes bulged with shock, but they quickly turned cold. "Wh-What was that for?" First she says she didn't want anything to with him, and now she just kissed him, he was utterly confused, and felt he was robbed of something he didn't permit.

 

[PenBlade1326]

"Just a little forehead peck. My way of saying thanks for earlier and....good fight." She responded, tiredly. She walked off into another room of the Pit, a kind of...lounge area. Does Mr. Grey live here or something? Couches, a kitchen, damn... She thought.

 

[MysticPisces]

(Elsewhere, Amelia barfed all over the book she was reading. When she decoded it, it happened to be a romance novel, just like all the other gushy stuff that was occurring with the other Slayers ;P )


As the time crawled by, Amelia was rapidly losing hope of ever decoding the strange book she had accidentally removed from the library. Just when she thought she had made some headway, it seemed that the print was changing on her! "How frustrating!" she said to herself, slamming the book shut and setting it to the side. She was determined to learn its secrets though, so she set off to the library, trying to find a codex or cypher for this strange, incomprehensible language.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Jane plopped onto a couch in the lounge. She stretched out and rested into the corner of it, her knees up in the seat and her arms hugging a cushion. Her head rested on the back of the couch. She let out a small sigh and glanced around the room.

 

[Hibiscus]

Luke waited for a bit, weighing out whether to follow her or not. ((Pshh yea right, we all know hes got to follow)) Inevitably something within him wins and he follows the girl. Seeing her in the lounging area he waits to be invited, not wanting to be seen trying to be more then Slayers with her.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Jane glances over. "Sup," she said casually, sending a small smile his way. Her punkish ways had returned to her voice. She now sounded like the Jane he knew...is that a good thing? "Pop a squat." She said, tapping a spot on the couch with her foot.

 

[Hibiscus]

He leaned in the door frame, his expression wasn't harsh looking, but skeptical. "Are you sure princess, wouldn't want to be thrown away like last time." When he said this though he didn't realize how hypercritical it came out, and he walked over and sat, not wanting to ruin his gentleman like ways. He wasn't one to be mean even if it meant being confused by some tomboy.

 

[PenBlade1326]

"First of all...'princess' is Amelia's nickname. Second of all...I 'threw you away' because I simply just didn't like you at all." Jane replied. The tomboy crossed her arms over the cushion she clutched. "I can be friendly when I want. After all, I'm cutting you some slack since I just kicked your ass." She said, giving him a smirk.

 

[Hibiscus]

"Interesting way to say you like me now, but I'll take it." He rolled his neck, popping his vertebrates, letting the confidence flow back through him. "So what do you need from me, finally falling for me, or just wanting to rub it in.".

 

[PenBlade1326]

"Can't a girl just sit on a couch with a guy she just destroyed in a sparring session?" Jane asked, a wide grin across her face. She then rolled her neck, popping her vertebrates even louder. 
"Plus I never said I liked you like...that. I know what you were thinking." She said, smirking. "Just to be clear."

 

[Hibiscus]

"Yea, I knew to never expect that from you, I'm just a lugheaded jock." He didn't look at her, He was still angry about all her rejections. Maybe angry was the word, frustrated was better. Why, how could she not want him, when every girl in the school did? She was stubborn, cocky, and superficial with all her emotions, but yet she didn't show an ounce of interest.

 

[PenBlade1326]

"Yeah, you are." She replied. "But you're also a hell of a fighter and kind of a nice guy." She added to show she did somewhat like him. She observed him and his body language. "Wait...you're actually upset that I keep rejecting you? How childish!" She said, not getting upset herself, just a bit irritated that he's mad about being rejected. "I guess having dozens of girls flirt with you every day and wanna be with you isn't enough. You just need one more girl to do the same but since she won't, it drives you bonkers!" She explained, grinning slightly at the situation.

 

[Hibiscus]

"That's not true! It's not the fact that I need another girl to acknowledge me that way, but to be completely rejected by one really makes me think about myself." He then noticed her earlier remark, A nice guy huh? "Come on, at least I'm not stubborn enough to admit how much I like someone!" At this he got a smug look, knowing he had her now, leaning midway to the couch in order to reflect her being completely figured out.

 

[PenBlade1326]

"Why does this matter so much to you? I mean, shouldn't football, grades, hobbies and protecting the world form monsters take priority?" Jane asked. "And I do not like you that way, trust me."

 

[Hibiscus]

"It doesn't matter that much, and as you can see I'm on my break, so this can be a priority if I want." Luke spit back, "And if you don't like me then please tell me why everyone chance you get you call for my help, or you reach for my hand, or kiss me on the forehead. You even went as far to call for me in your sleep.". Luke huddled back to his side of the couch, honestly tired of the conversation, it didn't matter what he said now. He mentally hit his heart for continuing this convo, for he thought he knew he didn't like this girl, right?

 

[PenBlade1326]

"I ask for your help because honestly, don't tell the others, but I think you're fucking great in combat. I'd rather have you by my side in a fight because I feel like we work well together on the field." Jane spat out. "Your cocky attitude just implies more in your head! And I kissed your forehead, guess what, as a thank you for saving me!" Jane got up. "I can't even believe I'm having this conversation!" She exclaimed. She didn't like this guy...why did she bother talking to him this much? "Just drop it. Okay? Drop it." She commanded and started to walk past Luke on the couch.

 

[Hibiscus]

((Who's ready to see Luke's true colors?!))


Luke felt absolutely terrible, the smooth heart breaker jock had caused a woman to be upset, which was nothing he wanted. He looked down as she got up, but didn't want to leave it alone, he couldn't leave it alone. He grabbed her wrist, not daring to take her hand, "Look I'm sorry I brought it up, I know my cocky attitude causes me to be a little more confident then I should be, but that's no reason to just spit me out like nothing. You know maybe we would be able to talk or have conversations like this if you would stop treating me like I'm every other football player." At this he was pleading not only to her, but practically every girl he ever met, he didn't mean to, but his feelings about how he was viewed came out, "Yea, I get it, I'm a big lug, I play football and I hang out with the in crowd. But I hate it, everyday I get hundreds of girls who come up wanting to feel my muscles or see my abs, but none of them even acknowledge that I'm an A and B student, I'm president of the fencing club, and I write my own novels and music. But all they see me as is just another dumb quarterback, getting with all the girls, and having all the parties. Probably bullies kids and never bats an eye at a tomboy, but its not true and I'm getting sick of it. So go ahead, look at my cocky attitude, its all anyone ever sees." At this he released her hand and returned to his staff, a furious rage sending him into sparring practice with a cement wall.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Jane was...shocked, to say the least. She couldn't believe what she had heard. A jock, of all people, had just opened up so much and revealed so much about his personal self. "I only hate football players because it was a football player who raped me." She whispered under her breath as he walked away. She watched Luke explode into this sparring session wit the wall and sighed. She walked up to him from behind and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Luke..." She said calmly. 
Before Jane could speak, she figured it best to let Luke blow off steam. She slipped her hand off of his shoulder gently and walked away. She exited the Pit and wandered off into the woods until she came across a familiar path that could lead her home. She followed the path and walked into town, starting her journey home.

 

[Hibiscus]

Luke stopped hitting the wall, but didn't turn to her, just rested his arms. He didn't look at her when she left, but let the tear roll down his cheek, absolutely exhausted. Again another person had walked out his life because he was forced to act like a stereotype. No one in the slayers knew what it was like to be forced to be someone, just for the sake of others, or did they? Either way Luke didn't care, and as far as what Jane's game was, well he didn't know. He walked over to the couch, laying his staff next to him. He thought about the other members, but it mainly came down to her. Luke had let her know something he had kept from everyone, why her, well probably because it was the moment right? He was a sensitive soul with a much more sincere sweetness then just his asshole confident self, but that's not what all the cheerleaders and cool kids wanted, so it was locked away. He was now forced to act as a complete idiotic lughead, just as she said.


Luke then contemplated Jane's situation: A tomboy with a troubled past of a rape. This made sense why she couldn't stand his confident attitude, but why was she so cold to him. She not only always shot him down, but also referred to him derogatory names for football players. Yet maybe she was justified in this, he was a confident prick and way too full of himself, at least his made up self was. Then again it didn't matter, for he was still just a lughead with no future of any kind of relationship, friend or more. He got up and took off his ring, leaving the building with his new clothes, and heading home.


((Sorry if it is a little choppy, but I'm playing a chess game with the little brother and this had to be done fast.))

 

[PenBlade1326]

Jane got home, her mom was at work and her sister had a class that lasted until 5. She was home alone. She sighed and tossed her bag aside, thinking of everything that'd just went down with Luke. "God...what a mess this has become." She said to herself. She walked upstairs to her room and stepped out onto her balcony. Sure, it was an average house...but she had a balcony. Thought it was small, the only thing on it was a plant, nothing special. She looked out at the neighborhood, thinking of...everything.

 

[Hibiscus]

Luke trudged his way home, not wanting to think of anything. He was offered plenty of rides, but he refused, each one coming up with another excuse. He took the neighborhood route, not wanting to walk through the busy streets in the middle of town. His hands were in his pocket, and a dim light was the only thing in his eyes, seeming as though he had joined the dead he had just killed. The neighborhood was nice enough, even some of the houses had balconies, perfect for viewing the perfect life jock walking in solitude.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Jane glanced around, not seeing anyone. "Huh...dad, if only you were here...I wish you were on leave, I need you..." Jane said to herself, missing her dad who's serving in the US Army. He used to sing to her when she was upset, but now...she would sing. She sighed, standing tall on her balcony. She began to sing at a decent volume. The song she had chosen was something she herself had written, a song about love, life, and sorrow.

 

[MysticPisces]

Whilst glossing over the annals in search of the book that might help her decipher the strange language, Amelia came across a rather mundane looking - and thin - book title Unveiling the Arcane. It was barely more than 10 pages long. She considered it more a pamphlet, really. She was about to dismiss it, but she saw a few of the letters on it that she recognized from the book. She practically tore it off the shelf, hungry for knowledge. "Finally!" she cried out quietly to herself. As she sat down to read it, she noticed the time. It was time to go to dance! She tore off her Slayer ring, returning to her nice day clothes and stuffed the two books and the pamphlet into her bag. She left the now-empty bag of potassium on the shelf where she had found the pamphlet so that she would be able to return it in case Mr. Grey got suspicious of her removing more materials from the Pit.


She trotted off, heading home with more of a skip in her step than she had all day. "At least one good thing has come out of today," she said optimistically, focusing more on researching the unknown language than dance.

 

[Soviet Panda]

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