V is for VENGEANCE

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank has lost.

Okay, so technically you could finish that with "Frank has lost her mind" or "Frank has lost any chance of ever being taken seriously" or "Frank has lost her potato chips." In this particular instance, it meant "Frank has repeatedly lost in a video game she had no business playing in the first place." She was, putting it bluntly, more filled with enthusiasm than anything resembling skill. This sort of described how Frank tackled everything that didn't involve eating (which was obviously in her major skill set), but it definitely described the situation with this particular game all too well. However, Frank had figured something out: that she'd been playing locally. And Frank, being Frank, knew most of the players, and Frank had... connections. Connections which had mentioned the name James.

So, okay, Frank had technically gone to the room of every James on campus. She hadn't figured this would take long. There were only, like, six or seven of them, which would take, like, an hour, two, tops. Definitely worth looking into. For Frank had sworn VENGEANCE upon this person. Which in this case meant tying a bandana around her head, smearing something vaguely resembling camouflage that was mostly in pinks and purples over her face, and grabbing a NERF gun that really should have been confiscated from her a few weeks ago. She probably would have gone shirtless if it weren't for, y'know, boobs. She wanted to punish the guy, not give him a free show.

Finally Frank had gotten to room 210. Figuring that she should get this right sooner or later, Frank first checked the door (which was thankfully unlocked due to some fool's foolish mistake), then opened it a little before kicking (James 2 had taught her that outright kicking doors did not work out well for her), and yelling "I have come to seek my vengeance on the James that took out Frankeatstuff73! If you are here, show yourself, and face my fury!" and she shot a random NERF dart into the air, just to prove that she was serious.

[James Ellen]

James had finally found the motivation to sit down and get one with his well overdue pile of homework. He'd reaped so much satisfaction on his PC by kicking some ass, if he did say so himself, that he felt all full when it came to fun. Fun seemed to be like fuel which you could burn by putting effort into stuff. As long as you had some fun, you could do stuff which wasn't fun. So he decided to be a good student for once and get on with work.

The crazy girl who just ran into his dorm had other ideas.

James turned and looked at his door. Who the hell? The pen dropped out of his mouth as Frank shot her NERF gun at the ceiling. I knew putting my name as FullMetalJames was a bad idea. Honestly, the teenager was just thanking his lucky stars that the girl had just fired a NERF rather than hurl a fireball at his face. 

"Who...did...I...What?" James was sure she had lost her mind, who the hell went around with pink camouflage and a bandanna? This girl, apparently. A pretty good looking one too, if you ignored the crazy. James knew a couple of things about not putting what into crazy, this girl looked like the kind which went under that criteria. Not that he was judging. First impressions count, right?

Serena must've been out. That's why the dorm was unlocked. Hmmmm, it was kind of his own fault then. Rewinding James remembered hearing 'Frankeatstuff73'. Where did he know that from? On his PC somewhere...kept popping up a lot when he was playing a ga-Oh. Oh dear.

Frankeatstuff73. A name which was most defiantly somewhere at the bottom of the score board on the last game he has played. His own, however. That had been right at the top. No1: FullMetalJames. Despite himself and the situation, James went a deep red. "Oh...yeah. That would be me."
 

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

There probably would have been some more shouting and firing of the NERF gun. It was one of those higher end, chain-loading models that most people only got to see on television commercials. The fact that it practically had a chain of ammunition hanging off of it in a manner not unlike some 80s action hero only made it a little more intimidating. But yes, there definitely would have been more firing; that was the plan. However, said plan did not entail the target turning around and pretty much announcing himself.

"Huh, really?" she said, lowering the gun and looking surprised. "That's weird. I mean, like, the last three Jameses were pretty sketchy about it. The second one kinda screamed like a little girl, though that might have been because I shot him in the crotch a few times; boys are so weird about being shot in the crotch. There was one that was all like 'I am James,' and stuff, but he threw these weird little balls of, like, gunk at me. They tasted like boogers, which sucked..."

Frank trailed off for a moment, tapping her gun into the side of her leg. She considered the guy. He looked a lot less evil than the mental image she'd conjured of her opponent. Not as fat either; one of the other Jameses had been, like, super big, and Frank had totally figured that he had actually been the James and so she'd unloaded like, half a clip into him. It was only when he'd been whimpering on the floor that she'd actually gone over and looked at his computer and found out that he wasn't. She'd used his comp to friend herself on Facebook and promised to help water his crops or something and then left.

"Wait, why am I here again?" she wondered out loud. She tapped the gun again, then looked down. "ooooh, yeah, vengeance!" she cocked the toy again, leveling it at James and narrowing her eyes. "What do you have to say for yourself, uh, bad guy?" She'd practiced this a little more, but, again, the mental James had been a bit more... villainy.

[James Ellen]

Bad guy? James wasn't sure if this was some kind of joke or if she really wanted to shoot him. A NERF gun of all things. Well, they were easy to get hold of but and Airsoft gun seemed more evil. Then again, that wouldn't really make sense. He was the bad guy. That's what the crazy girl was saying anyway.

Sadly James was kind of used to getting hit by stuff. Mainly because usually it didn't hurt. Raising his hands and an eyebrow he chuckled. This was certainly new. "I...surrender?" What was he supposed to say. That was the question here. James was far from a social adept and introverted people weren't usually good at this stuff. He felt like he was being stuffed into some role-play which he knew nothing about.

"Wait! I do have something to say! Who the hell are you?" If he was going to get shot in the face with a NERF gun, he would at least like to know who was shooting him with spongy-bullet things. That gun looked like it could spit out a lot of rounds. The belt on the side even managed to make it look somewhat more scary and not just cute.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Surrender? "Surrender isn't an option!" declared Frank. She pointed her gun up and fired a few darts up at the ceiling. They stuck there, quivering, almost as if glad to be as far away from Frank Cox as they could get. She then leveled the gun at James. Said James was also looking a little scared, which pleased Frank. She knew that the darts could hurt a little, but they wouldn't do any real damage. She wasn't big on actually hurting people.

"What?" said Frank, lowering the gun tilting her head. "Who---I thought that was part of my whole seeking revenge speech! I'm Frankeatstuff73!" she waved the  gun a little, then tapped it against her chin, "Wait, I did mention that, didn't I? But yeah, that's me. Oooooh, do you mean my real life name?" she asked, looking over at him, her eyes wide. "I'm Frank, Frank Cox, nice to," and then she shot herself in the chin. Thankfully, it was a NERF gun and there wasn't a whole lot of distance, but it still hurt enough that she jerked her head and did a little dance, covering the area with her hand.

"Ow, that smarts!" she yelled, before reaching up and yanking at the dart with her teeth, "ha! See if you like it! Vengeance!"

[James Ellen]

James flinched when Frank fired the gun. Much to his embarrassment. This girl was a cross between insane and hilarious, James didn't know which was the predominant  factor. Probably the hilarious factor. She started ranting again as an answer. Great, James couldn't help but laugh. It took a special kind of person to have the guts for this. Let alone the right kind of mind to think it up in the first place.

Chuckling turned into full on laughter until she shot herself. Again, James flinched and fell backwards off his chair. After a bit of chuckling on the ground and rolling around, James pulled himself to his feet and took a couple of deep breaths. He was simply too shocked to feel awkward or out of place. Then she started biting the dart and yelling at it.

"Frank...you are aware that darts...don't...talk...right?" He laughed again. What on earth am I going to do with this one?

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank wasn't simply biting the dart, though there was no way for James to know that. She was literally chewing the thing up, swallowing it down in quick gulps and not choking at all. Styrofoam and plastic tasted pretty much like you think they did. That was one of the drawbacks of the whole eating everything power: it didn't make the stuff you could eat taste any better going down.

She did look up as James talked, blinking as if just remembering that he was there. "Well, yeah, they're gonna make you think that. But what if you have special powers or something, huh? What if, like, you're animating all my darts to hate me? Besides, I'm not really talking to it; I'm executing it," she then picked it up and took another huge bite, chewing noisily and visibly, "see?" she pointed at her masticating mouth, "I'm gonna eat the little sucker and make its fellow tremble in submission," and then she swallowed, which meant that she'd eaten the entire NERF dart. She burped, which sent a few flecks of Styrofoam fluttering into the air.

"So ha!" she said, pointing the gun at James again. Then she paused, considering, "Wait, did you pick your screen name based on your power too? DOES THAT MEAN YOU TURN INTO SHINY, SHINY METAL? BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!" and yes, she did start bouncing up and down when she said that last bit; good call on that.

[James Ellen]

Okay. She was executing the dart. James should really be used to this kind of thing by now. He had been living at Bellefonte for awhile, powers were a normal thing. Even if he wasn't used to having one, he should still be used to the whole 'people eating NERF darts? Welcome to Bellefonte Academy where the grass is green and the girls are purple.'

James just blinked when she burped Styrofoam everywhere. There really wasn't any way to react to that.

"Yes. I do. Turn into metal that is...What do you do? Eat stuff?" James didn't really want to talk about the whole metal thing. Some people thought it was cool when they heard about it, but when they were faced with a very heavy, very dangerous, unbreathing and seemingly unfeeling metal statue person, they got the hell outta there ASAP.

Frank obviously had an interesting power, maybe she would get so hooked up on ranting about it that James wouldn't have to scare her off. Not that he wanted her in his room or anything. Obviously not. He wasn't lonely, just...deprived of social interaction. Which was mainly his own fault.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank burped again, hitting her chest a few times. This was another of the problems with dealing with Styrofoam: the gas. You wouldn't think that normally, but then again, you wouldn't normally be eating a Styrofoam dart.

"What? Well, yeah, obviously," said Frank rolling her eyes. "I can eat whatever I want, just chomp it right up. Did you think that I'd eat a NERF dart if---wait, I proooooobably would," Frank paused, considered for a moment, then nodded, "yeah, that's totally something I would do. I think that if, like, we all lost our powers tomorrow, then I'd probably still try to nibble on energy drink cans or something," Frank waved her gun for a bit, then looked over at James. "Waaaaait, you're trying to distract me, aren't you? It's not gonna work!"

She pointed at him, then tossed her head. "You're gonna tell me about this weird metal power thing! Or else I'll shoot you with---wait a moment, wasn't I supposed to be doing something to you?" Frank paused, pursing her lips and moving them back and forth, not unlike a chipmunk or bunny rabbit might. She tapped her face with the gun again, though this time not pointing the muzzle directly at her, more the side of the gun. "It probably involved shooting something... we're not on a paintball team together, are we...?"

[James Ellen]

When someone openly admits they would try to eat energy drink cans, then usually its time to run. Sadly, James was kind of used to crazy people. Though this girl was even crazier than the usual weird powers kind of crazy. She was hyper crazy. The kind where you have no idea what to say or do, because if you do then they might start ranting again, but the ranting was worse than awkward silence.

Hmmm, James didn't really want to scare her off. Not that he would admit it to himself but he was kind of enjoying the show. In a way the crazy ranting, however hard it was to keep up with, was interesting and somewhat hilarious. Just it was the kind of hilarious you didn't laugh at, just kind of grinned and thought what the hell do I say to that?

"No, I don't think so...Something about vengeance?" Wow, she just distracted herself from the whole power conversation. James was fine with that, totally fine with it.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Vengeance..." repeated Frank, pursing her lips. That did sound like something she'd do. "Oh yeah, because you did the killing of me in the game thing!" said Frank. She nodded a few times, and then she pointed the gun at James. Her eyes narrowed, and she managed to look about as scary as Frank would ever get (well, actually, that's probably up for debate. Frank didn't really consider her tackle-glomps or insane glitter parties scary, but some people would likely disagree. The point is that she had an expression on her face that wouldn't have looked out of place on, say, Hannibal Lector, Joffrey Lannister [err, Baratheon] or other such deranged psychopaths.)

"Alright, it's last words time," she said gesturing. "What do you want on your testicles' tombstone?"

And the gun pointed in said direction, which, come to think of it, probably amplified the sheer terror factor by several.

[James Ellen]

James gulped as Franks face went from entertaining and hyper crazy to 'I'm going to eat your heart' kind of crazy, though the look didn't really suit her, if he was honest. Although the cheeks did give the crazy face a more psychotic quality, especially with the narrowed eyes.

Then she pointed the NERF gun at his crotch. Woah! That was a no-go! Nope! Even though that thing only shot foam darts, it would still hurt if one hit his balls.

At this point , James was wishing that he could do some kind of partial shift and only turn his privates into steel. Then he would be able to face her bravely, with balls of steel...literally. That is what he would have liked to do, but it wasn't going to happen. Sadly his power didn't work like that. Instead James just attempted to cover his crotch with his hands and yell.

"Woah! Watch where you point that thing!" and spontaneously turn into steel. Well, if that had been her plan, she'd executed it perfectly. James felt his chest tighten and his need to breathe cease along with the dulling of his sense of touch, nerves didn't work all that well in steel.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank probably would have shot James in the balls. Not a lot, and, like, she'd at least try to make it a glancing shot. But she'd totally just unleash some darts right at his good and plenties if she had the option. She didn't even care that there were hands in the way: they could only offer so much protection, and Frank was something of an unstoppable force after all.

Then bam, steel guy! "That is so cool!' said Frank, throwing her arm to the side. She took several steps closer, likely entering James' personal bubble space. And lo, there was poking. A lot of poking. Frank was kind of just poking James all over and feeling how he'd gone all steel and stuff. "Man, you're just steel all over, aren't you? You're like some kind of robot or--oh, oh, oh," she waved her hands and jumped up and down a few times. "IS YOUR PENIS MADE OF STEEL? Do you have a a rod of iron in your pants now? That would be so awesome!"

And given that this is Frank, this had to be confirmed.
And given that this is Frank, that meant that she needed to do one of two things: remove James' pants and get a good look, or hit him in that general area and sort of get a feel.
And given that this is Frank, she was now attempting to pants poor James.

[James Ellen]

James just kind of stood there, like a statue while Frank prodded him all over like a dead jellyfish on the beach.  He honestly couldn't really feel it. As Frank had so correctly said, he was a lot like a robot, sadly. Then the hyperactive girl did a little dance and asked him a very embarrassing question.

"W-well, What do you..." If James had skin to blush with, he would be the deepest red, that was certainly the first time a girl had asked a direct question about his junk. What was even more strange about it was that said girl had met him for the first time only minutes ago under ridiculous circumstances which James probably couldn't have even imagined, even on a particularly lonely day.

The thing about being made of steel was that you aren't made of living material in the strictest sense, James was technically dead like this. So, if you aren't alive, your senses are usually dulled, meaning James hadn't felt the tugging at his pants. The poor teenager had just assumed she was poking his legs, nope. Wrong. Call.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Like James' stuttering was going to even slow Frank down. she was already poking, prodding, circling, and now, removing his pants. No resistance meant that they fell down in one smooth motion. Just one moment, up and covering everything, the next, down around his ankles. Perhaps the scariest part was how easily Frank managed this, as though she'd clearly spent far too much time practicing de-pantsing people for fun.

She had, but that's pretty much the point.

"Okay, so how do we do this part,' she said, circling James and considering, "and still save you some dignity," because by now, he probably didn't have much. His pants were on the floor, and a girl dressed like Rambo Barbie was circling him with a critical eye, mostly to see whether or not his member happened to be made of steel. Doubtless, he was now regretting ever encountering Frankeatstuff and would quite probably have nightmares about this.

"I suppose I could shoot it a few times and we could see if the darts just sort of bounce off," Frank suggested, gathering her gun and cocking it.