{SCE} Did I Do That?

[Taylor McCarthy]

[Note:  Takes place directly after this thread]

It was early in the morning when Taylor wandered back into camp.  His clothes were dry but his hair was still damp from a previous nude encounter with a river and a certain blue eyed girl he'd been seeing an awful lot of lately but he seemed undeterred.  After leaving the girl to her own devices, Taylor cut across the camp, his eyes scanning the students.  He stopped a couple of the gloomy, downtrodden kids who looked as though they were trying to debate whether or not life was worth living because they didn't have access to their cell phones and their virtual farms were going to be passed up by their internet friends in growth, and asked if they'd seen a particular Irish boy who was decidedly not him.

Finally, one of the dour students Taylor guessed was having a rough go because being in the woods made it difficult to put on their gloomy eyeliner, made a depressed gesture toward the disheveled mess of a shelter where the boy in question was residing.  With a slightly creeped out nod of thanks, he leaned in to offer the kid a word of advice.  "Remember it's across the street for attention."  He ran his fingers over his wrist in a descriptive motion.  "And down the road..."  He then ran them along the length of his arm.   "For results."  He finished with a hearty pat on the back before making his way off.

"Hey, Jack?"  He called as he approached the shelter that had been pointed out.  "It's me, Taylor."  A sense of nervousness and almost a hint of submission crept into his voice as he drew closer.  He gave the makeshift hovel a bit of a shake.  "You in there?  I wanted to apologize for what happened night before last.  Can I come in?"  To which he didn't bother waiting for a reply and simply took the half second of silence as a 'yes' and slipped inside.

[Jack McCarthy]

“Ow. Ow.” Jack said leaning against the shelter wall gingerly poking himself in the face several times cringing every once and awhile and blunt jolts of pain through out his system. It was a few days since the incident in question and while most of the damage that Taylor had inflicted had faded he still was noticeably bruised and battered and had a small bandage around his head.

The night before was a little bit of a blur to Jack, the last he remembered clearly was this boy entering into Lucy’s shelter. Jack had tried to tell him something was going on with him.

Then pain. Lots and lots of pain.

The rest was a lot of blurred images and far away voices before he passed out, the next thing Jack knew for certain he was waking up with the mother of all headaches and pain shooting through his face.

The moment Onnie found out she’d destroy that Taylor guy…

Speaking of which Jack distinctly heard his voice sound out from outside of the tent, which as you can imagine this wasn’t exactly welcome news “Oh shit” Jack muttered under his breath as the voice sounded “Don’t come in. Wrong tent!” Jack screamed putting on a false female voice in order to make him go away “I-I have terrible diarrhoea” but Jack could hear him walk into the room. Without a moments hesitation he leaped forward and tried to give the intruder a headlock

[Taylor McCarthy]

A yelp of surprise came from within the shelter as Jack lunged forward, snatching Taylor in a wild, but effective headlock. Normally when faced with such an obviously aggressive maneuver, Taylor would have no problems drifting back into the hyper violent mode he unleashed upon Jack's face a few days prior. This, however, was all sorts of different, complicating, and confusing. He flailed around a bit, the shock of the sudden attack coupled with his own reluctance to fight back allowed Jack to get his arm around Taylor's head and sink a rather sturdy lock.

"Wait!" Taylor's arm went around Jack's waist in an attempt to keep himself from being tossed wherever the other boy wanted him to go. His other hand balled into a fist and resisted the urge to punch the spastic Irish bastard that was his brother in the balls as hard as he could. "Listen to me." A forearm caught under his chin and squeezed, causing Taylor's airway to constrict enough to send his voice out in a raspy squeak. "Jack, I don't want to fight!" He gasped, trying to fight the guy off to no avail. His grip was like an iron vice. Jack fought like a spider monkey hopped up on crystal meth. "It's me! Taylor!" He tried one more time in a last ditch effort to get Jack to calm down. "Your brother!"

[Jack McCarthy]

Holy shit! It was actually working! He was actually managing to keep the considerably larger Taylor grounded, He didn’t expect that, considering he was as weak as a toddler and Taylor clearly outweighed him by quite a considerable amount but he managed to keep himself from getting him up

Those push-ups must have finally been paying out…

Jack didn’t pay attention to the whole brother issue, for whatever reason he blocked it out of his mind and focused more on the fact that he beat the crude out of him and the fact that he wanted to avoid getting the shit kicked out of him by forcing him on the ground. Jack jumped on the back of Taylor hoping to increase pressure on his neck hoping to keep him from getting free “Wooo! Woo! Down boy, You’re going no where” Jack screamed while wrestling him to the ground “Oh yeah? Well I’m Jack, and I’m your daddy! Say it! Say I’m your daddy”

[Taylor McCarthy]

Taylor certainly wasn't expecting there to be this much fight left in his younger brother, let alone for all of it to be directed at his general person. He fought only enough to keep himself from being put in too vulnerable of a position. It wasn't as if he'd compare grappling with Jack to be the same as doing so with a small child, but it was close. With over 20 pounds of extra muscle packed onto his frame, Taylor played for defense. He managed to wriggle a hand in between his throat and Jack's arm to keep his airway clear and the blood flowing to his brain as he struggled to gain some sort of control on the situation. It didn't help that Jack was on him like a damn spider monkey.

The boys spilled out of the shelter, Jack latched onto Taylor like a barnacle. They rolled on the dirt before Taylor was able to get a stable base, face down on the ground. "My dad's Darren McCarthy." He shot back, still fighting to keep himself from being choked out. What would be embarrassing, to say the least. Especially in front of everyone.

Pushing off the ground, Taylor lifted himself, along with Jack, up enough to where the older Irish boy was able to get his legs under him. With a grunt of exertion, Taylor managed to climb unsteadily to his feet. "He had a child out of wed-lock and the mother gave it up for adoption." He insisted, his eyes shifting to a student who had approached to see if anyone needed help. Taylor merely shook his head and waved them off. He merely stood there, swaying a bit as he tried to keep his balance all the while attempting to reason with his spastic Jack-pack.

[Jack McCarthy]

Here’s where Jack stood on the issue that was in front of him at this current moment in time. This pickle if you will. The moment that Jack let go or his grip loosened and Taylor got free. Taylor would shake free and beat the holy crude out of Jack. Far worse that he could ever hope to imagine. That’s what he came here for right? To finish the job? To beat Jack up and reopen those barely healing wounds ever so nicely. Jack honestly didn’t know where this strength came from, normally he couldn’t possibly keep up with someone with the size of Young Master Taylor. He guessed survival instincts were beginning to kick into gear.

…and on it didn’t seem like he wasn’t going to go down without a fight he was like a bunking bronco as they both spilled out of the tent in a big ol’ heap but Jack was like a leech on him closing his eyes trying to hold on hard as he could his legs swinging back and forward wildly

“Liar! You sit apon a throne of lies you liar. Don’t fuck with me man I’m mother fucking Ahab” Jack screamed in defiance, to be honest he wasn’t really putting any attention into what Taylor was saying, all he was trying to do was keep him grounded as best as he possibly could

[Taylor McCarthy]

This was certainly not the way Taylor had expected things to turn out. Not now, not when he'd traveled across a damn ocean just to find Jack. Not when he'd been thrown into this stupid camping trip and, of course not when he'd rushed into Lucy's tent the night before. With a heavy sigh, Taylor widened his stance to keep his balance while Jack flailed around with a death grip on his head. If only there was some way to talk some sense into the squirrely bastard.

"Goddamit!" He cursed, starting to shift his body weight now. He was quickly growing frustrated. Taylor was bigger than Jack by a decent margin but the lanky younger brother was like a spastic pit bull with lockjaw. He struggled now, trying to fling Jack from his back but found little success. Drastic measures were going to be needed if he couldn't get reason into Jack's brain. "I'm not here to fight, you crazy asshole." He reached over his back in an attempt to grasp at the frantic, Irish leech that had attached itself to him.

Nothing seemed to work and Taylor was beginning to feel the anger flash in his chest. He knew better than to let his temper get the best of him again, Jack had gotten the full effect of that during their first meeting. Taylor would have to get his brother off of him before he lost his cool and really did end up beating the living hell out of Jack. So Taylor did the first thing that came naturally to him. He lifted upward, straightening his body out while Jack still clung desperately to his back, and allowed himself to fall backward in an attempt to squash Jack between his own frame and the hard ground beneath them.

[Jack McCarthy]

“Yeah, How’d you like me now?! I’m coming at ya! Coming at ya, like a beam, like a ray. You can’t catch me I’m like lightning. I’m coming at ya like a spider monkey! I SPIDER MONKEY!” Ok Jack was getting a little too overly confident for his own good at this point, but having Taylor in this position had given him more and more confidence, maybe he truly did have more strength then he thought for a weedy thin guy that’s never been to a gym in his life.

Maybe he should try and teach some self defence classes…

Jack tried to tighten his legs around Taylor’s bulky frame trying to add on to the pressure but he was a feisty one indeed…

But as quickly as Jack managed to get a grip the world slowly began to tilt as Taylor began to slip backwards Jack’s eyes grew wide in sudden fright as Taylor began to fall back “Oh shi-“ and that’s all Jack managed to get out before the ground thudded against the back of his neck before the world turned black

[Taylor McCarthy]

Taylor landed on the hard ground with an 'oof'. The wind was nearly knocked from him and, even though he had the relatively soft (but bony) carcass of Jack beneath him, falling onto the ground wasn't a wholly pleasant experience. It had, however, succeeded in loosening the infernal grip of his younger brother. He rolled to the side and slowly pushed himself up to his knees. "Now, are you going to listen you stu-" The words were cut off as Taylor's eyes lifted to catch sight of the other Irish boy who was now sleeping peacefully.

"Oh, geezus christ..." Taylor got to his feet and ran a hand through his hair. "Again?" He threw his hands up in disbelief. He wasn't even trying now and Jack still managed to get pummeled into unconsciousness. It was just getting ridiculous at this point. There was no interacting with this guy without him finding a way to get knocked out. Taylor looked around quickly. Thankfully no one had been around to watch the brief altercation. With hurried movements, Taylor knelt to shift Jack into the rescue position, on his side with an arm over his head, and immediately went to slink off. The last thing he needed was to get caught nearly killing his brother. Again.