V is for VENGEANCE

[James Ellen]

That was another first. A girl pulling his pants down. What were you supposed to do in this situation. It was one of those ones which you shove into a dark room in the back of your mind, then throw away the key. In James' case, he just kind of stood there, frozen with shock. Trying to ignore the Frank circling him like a cat circling a dying mouse. He could feel her depressingly critical eyes boring holes in places that he really didn't want holes in.

It was kind of funny, if you look at it from the right angle. That angle being anyone's but his. He kind of looked like the silver surfer with a shirt on.

The first parts of James to regain movement were his fingers, which twitched a little as he winced. Think fast, retain some modesty! James would have leaped onto his bed and covered his nether regions with his bed covers. However he also knew that jumping onto a bed when made of steel was bad for the bed. The SMASH! Kind of bad. Instead he just groaned shook his head.

"Yeah, shoot it as much as you like. Its not like anythings going to happen."

If James' tear ducts worked when he was like this, he would probably be crying.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank needed no further encouragement. She took careful aim at James' crotch and squeezed the trigger. The gun let out a sort of rata-tat-tat sound that eerily resembled the real life guns it had only loosely been based off of. Most of the darts connected with James, mostly bouncing away, though at least one dart stuck to him, bouncing a little. Frank paused to stare, eying not only the dart in particular by the guy in more general terms.

"Wait, did it not do anything because that dart is now stuck to your steel rod of majesty or because the steel thing gives you the Ken doll treatment?' asked Frank along with pointing, because Frank. She worked her lips together for a few moments, almost as if chewing over the idea. This actually reminded her that she was a little hungry and she was half tempted to dig out something to eat, seeing as she usually always had snacks on hand. However, Frank resolved not to be distracted from her most noble of goals: determining if James had a member made entirely of steel.

"C'mooooon, just tell me already!" she nearly whined, stomping her foot. "I promise to stop shooting you if you let me know! And if you don't, I'm gonna pull your underwear down and check it out for myself," she pointed the gun at him, waving the muzzle threateningly. Every part of Frank clearly suggested that she was not only capable, but willing and ready to do exactly that.

[James Ellen]

James couldn't feel the darts but he saw them coming. Like most people with balls he flinched. It was a little embarrassing, even knowing that you are made of steel, yet still jumping at foam darts which most people wouldn't react to even though they are...well, not made of steel. The dart which stuck to him would've made him laugh in any other situation, just like anyone with something sticking out in that region would. Hey, James had never said he was mature!

As for Franks ranting, it was a little obvious. Yes, his penis was currently made of steel, just like the rest of him. Ha fucking ha!

Nope. James' hands went and grabbed the rim of his boxers just in case. This was embarrassing enough, really. That was a step too far in the weird direction. If she tried to pull his underwear down she would regret it. James wasn't a violent guy, but there were other ways to make people regret decisions like that. James wondered how Frank would feel if he tore her bandanna off...or maybe her shirt! Ha! Well...maybe not, that was kind of socially unacceptable and somewhat perverted.

"Its made of steel okay! Yes! Stop!" Seriously, this was scary. James still didn't feel safe though, this girl seemed like the type to do it anyway, just to make sure. "And no! It doesn't give me the 'Ken doll treatment.'" James grumbled.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Made of steel, stop, and so "Okay," said Frank, shrugging and lowering the gun. She waited for a few seconds while James grumbled and worked through his issues, looking over his steely frame for a few moments. "That really is a cool power though. People, like, always come up to me and talk about cool powers, and when they do, they're totally thinking about stuff like what you do. I just eat stuff, but you turn into steel! How freakin' awesome is that!" Frank threw up her hands and then moved, actually going away from James and locating a chair. She adjusted it a little and then sat in it, straddling it so that the back was to her front and she could lean on it while still looking up at James.

"You're cool," she said, nodding a few times, "I like you. We should be friends... oh, wait, you're probably super angry at me for the whole shooting you with a NERF gun thing. Wanna borrow it?" she held the gun out to him. "You can totally shoot me if you want. Not in the boobs though; I can't turn to steel or anything. But I shot you, so you totally should get a chance to shoot me. Oh! If you wanna use your own gun or something, that's cool. Do you have a gun? I could totally get you one if you wanted," Frank began looking around, walking forward while still sitting on the chair, essentially dragging it along with her as she went. It was, of course, a chair with wheels on the bottom, because what other kind of chair would there be in a dorm room? Seriously, that was just so obvious that it didn't even have to be mentioned earlier. Obviously.