Buried Alive (Jack)

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Erika looked at the can of paint in her hand with a sceptical look. ''Really?'' she asked with a sheepish grin, ''This is your idea of fun?'' Putting the beer bottle down, she sighed as she ran her hand through her hair, eying her new friend. They had met at the bar, which Erika had used her fake ID to get into, and had started talking. The mysterious stranger had asked if she wanted to see something cool, and surely a intoxicated Erika couldn't say no to that, now could she.

Turning around to face the guy, whom she couldn't really remember the name of. James? Jan? Jack? Whatever. It didn't matter. She knew she was being reckless, and that it was incredible stupid of her to first go to a bar by herself and then follow a complete stranger out into the street, but hey. She needed to blow off some steam and this was the only way she knew how to.

Pursing her lips, she shook her head, popping another beer as she leaned against the cool brick wall, ''What was your name again?'' she asked and took a sip of the cold liquid.

[Jack McCarthy]

“Well, actually my idea for fun, my idea of fun is to let my toenails grow really long, so I can pretend I’m a giant eagle, picking up mice with my bare feet.” He happily retorted back turning into her direction with his hands placed in his pockets.



Well, tonight didn’t go the way that Jack had envisioned it would go, quite simply Jack was bored, and he has been for quite sometime. You would think that a super powered school, would have something new and fun each and every day, but nope. Nothing, Seriously why the hell does he need to know stuff like French when he had freaking super powers?



So in order to crush the boredom he went to open for the local bars prying for some loose drunk girl to fall in her lap in his lap or something to happen, so imagine her surprise when she found Erika Bellefonte. Princess of the entire school…who…ok Jack was willing to admit had caused his eye to linger on her, If he actually got Erika fucking Bellefonte good books. Then that would give him free reign to do whatever he pleased.



……It was time to bust out the old McCarthy charm, out.



Course it helped just a little that Erika wasn’t as snobby as Jack first thought she would be. Huh, Guess, you can’t just a book by it’s cover…just 99% of the time and Jack never read books. So that metaphor was utterly pointless. “Well, this is a little unusual for me. Usually when I want to show someone something cool. I just pull down my pants. Bam! It’s actually my smoothest move, catch them off guard. Lull then into a false sense of security, then when they least suspect it. Balls in your face. Take it from me. The next time you want to score. When he least expect it. PANTS DOWN!



As he spoke they approached the wall and Jack shook the can in his hand and shook it just a little, usually this wasn’t his style…I mean, this was so 1998. but hey. This only served to prove he was a bad boy, a rebel, a maverick. Oh that Jack Mccarthy…he’s such a wild and crazy guy.



“Oh me? I’m captain Awesome...that’s my nick name…Ok, true I don’t have a nick name if I did, Captain Awesome would totally be it. For now you can call me Jack. So lets make this wall more artistically pleasing. Balls or Penis?

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

''...'' Okay, maybe she was starting to regret this a little bit and maybe she was starting to think this guy was batshit crazy. Looking at him with her eyebrows cocked, Erika didn't manage to utter a single word. She simply stood there, watching him. What the actual fuck? Was he mad? Probably. Just her luck, huh. To think she hadn't noticed bef- Okay, she had sobered up a little. That was probably the reason.

Well, hey. As long as he didn't end up killing her in a dark alley or something, she would be fine, yeah? Yeaaahh....

And then he spoke again. Erika's eyes widened slightly as she stopped in her tracks, watching the boy with something that probably resembled a scared little kitten. ''...Right, okay then.'' she said and looked away, clearly uncomfortable. ''Let's keep those on, shall we?'' Turning towards the wall again, Erika chewed on the inside of her lip, wondering what the actual fuck she was thinking following this crazy man. Right, alcohol. Right, she was reckless. Right. She needed more to drink.

Looking at... Jack from the corner of her eye, Erika simply nodded before letting out a faint sigh, ''Why do you talk like that? I mean, you make yourself sound like such a jackass. Is it to hide your insecurities or something?'' she asked, leaning against the wall with her shoulder, crossing her arms over her chest, ''The only people I know who talk about themselves that way are the ones trying so hard to hide their flaws by purposely making people see something else. Which in this case is... Fake confidence.'' she said and pursed her lips into a smirk, ''Do you have low self-esteem, Jack?''

[Jack McCarthy]

Crazy? Please…Jack prefer the term “Charmingly eccentric” A character if you will, Nay. A showman. Willing to razzle and dazzle the people around him. To brighten their overall mundane lives. No doubt that Jack was an damn shade more entertaining then the other brain dead pretty boys that was just one level above dragging their knuckles across the ground and grunting like the apes that they were, at least Jack had some charisma to him.



Besides Jack’s natural eccentric personality was only boosted with fresh alcohol bumbling nicely through his system, lowering his already pretty low inhibitions, causing him to stumble ungainly to and fro. Jack was quite experienced indeed at consuming liquor and as such Jack could hold it quite well, so he wasn’t totally incoherent…at least not yet.”Ok…but you don’t know what you’re missing…..it’s only a total wonder of nature you’re missing ” Jack said shrugging his shoulders



Jack’s stomach lunged just a little at Erika words, feeling the familiar sensation of being punched in the gut….not strong enough for a certain someone to make an appearance, After a few months of training, Jack had gained some small control over his powers but not much. So he hoped against hope that Erika didn’t make any more comments like that….Perceptive little thing wasn’t she.



…And Jack’s defences went up as he smirked at Ericka…”…Oh…oh wow…you’re right…Oh you’ve just cut right to the heart of me…You’ve totally shattered my misguided self image..Oh I can Just feel my heart grow three sizes, and it’s all thanks to you, Miss. Erika Fuckfonte cheerleader and shirk on the side and yes I do have low self esteem. Ohhhh I’m so troubled and lonely, and gosh darn it! I just want a cuddle! My esteem hangs lower then your granddads ballsack…I’ll just pause to let that image of Grand dad Fuckfonte old dusty, gray bollocks just seep into your mind…I think it all started when my dad tried to lick my anus clean when I was eight.



Jack took the time to lean forward and wagged his tongue in front of Erika’s face in quite a unnecessary demonstration “Just like that….And ever since then, I just couldn’t get rid of the urge to strangle every kitten I see..And…wait hold on…Let me just check my invisible watch.” Jack smiling looked down and tapped his wrist a few times before pressing it against his ear, as if listening to a watch tick down “Oh Golly gee! I see we’ve run out of time, but I think we made some real progress today. Really broke down some walls…Speaking of walls. How about we get creative with this one?..Huh? Doesn’t that sound like fun?”