The Preserve, Tuesday Night [NFB]
It didn't matter he'd failed twice already today. Jason resumed his path through the woods, his senses looking for a victim. Something to hurt. Something that would scream.
Lana leaned her head on Jim's shoulder as they walked through the woods. "It's beautiful here, isn't it?"
"Mmhmm," Jim agreed, but he wasn't looking at the woods.
She smiled up at him. "Silly."
But she certainly wasn't unhappy.
Jim tried to look innocent and failed. Probably miserably. But hey, what guy can concentrate with Lana smiling at them like that?
She stretched up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I think I've gone entirely too long without kissing you," she murmured against his lips.
"I think you have," Jim agreed, cupping the back of her head, his fingers lacing through her hair. He kissed her softly.
Stupid cabins and their tiny little walls.
"Love you," she whispered, kissing him back, just enjoying the feel of him against her. "I want our room back. Though I guess we could always sneak back there sometime."
"Love you too." He pulled her close and stole another kiss. "Sometime . . . like now?" Hope springs eternal.
"Don't know if I want to wait long enough to go all the way back there," she said, wrapping herself around him to kiss him. "But I brought a blanket in my backpack and I'm sure we could find a secluded little place..."
A twig snapped in the distance.
Ch-ch-ch Ha-ha-ha
"That sounds -" Jim's head snapped up, Sentinel-senses tingling. "Did you hear that?"
Lana looked around. "I didn't hear anything." She stretched up to kiss him again. "How about over there. We could stretch out under the stars..."
Probably just a bird or something. His senses did that to him all the time. And Lana was kissing him, which distracted him nicely. "You're the brains of this operation."
She smiled up at him and led him to the small clearing. She pulled the blanket out of the backpack and spread it on the ground before stretching out on it and extending a hand to him.
Jim took her hand to join her, kissing her again almost before he got settled.
She wove her fingers into his hair, pulling him down so she could feel him against her. "I love you," she whispered against his lips as they kissed.
And that's when out from the trees burst Jason, thudding towards them with twig-snapping footsteps, his knife raised.
Lana's head snapped up at the noise. She gasped as she saw the knife-wielding man running toward them, tugging at Jim.
"What the -" Jim immediately scooped her up, rolling to block Lana's body with his own.
Mama doesn't like the bad kids. Mama doesn't want the bad kids to live.
Jason moved closer, ready to strike.
Lana screamed, wanting to cling to Jim, but knowing enough not to restrict his movement.
Jim kicked out, bracing himself against the ground and sweeping his legs.
Jason's footing faltered, and he stumbled backwards. His knife, however, remained in his hands.
Lana screamed again. "Help!" she yelled as loudly as she could. Damn her idea of coming all the way out here where no one would hear them!
She struggled to get her feet back under her and stand up, thinking maybe she could run yelling until someone did hear and came to help.
Jim rolled to his feet, helping Lana up, and kept himself between the two of them. Thinking to give her a headstart, he did the stupid hero thing and launched himself at their attacker, his shoulder low for the tackle and his hand reaching for the hand holding the knife.
Jason took the brunt of the blow, but was much stronger than Jim when it came to arm strength. He did his best to merely shrug the boy off, fling him off and away.
Lana screamed again, torn between running for help and going to try and help Jim. She stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do.
"Lana, get out of here," Jim snapped, staggering back a few steps before crouching, ready. His eyes were on the knife.
Jason turned his attention to the screaming girl. He reached, to snag her by the hair in one twisted hand.
She stumbled as he jerked her backwards, her scream dying in her throat as she stared up at him helplessly.
"Hey, let her go!" Jim was beyond stupid now, but that was his Lana. He swung a fist right for the hockey mask, rushing him again, anything to get him to let go.
Jason did let go of Lana, but not before yanking her down towards the dirt. Jim's fist cracked against the hockey mask, and Jason just turned, raising his knife again.
This was the part where they were supposed to be running and screaming.
Lana tripped as he shoved her down and fell, smashing her head against a rock.
Because Jim was going run screaming while Lana lay bleeding on the ground with a knife-wielding psycho Canadian. Yeah, that was going to happen. Jim turned to go to Lana's side, watching Jason out of the corner of his eye, his arm already moving to block the expected strike.
Jason's strike was blocked, but the strength behind it meant Jim would be feeling that in the morning.
Jim hissed and dropped his arm. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded flatly, taking up a defensively stance in front of Lana.
Jason didn't answer. He didn't ever answer. He merely raised his knife again. This time, it would come down harder. Come down deadly.
Johnny was still checking out Fandom, walking around when he had the time. But tonight he was caught completely off guard by the screaming that had suddenly rent through the warm evening air.
"What the?" He took off at a quick run in the direction of the screaming, the fire within already beginning to burn as he sensed trouble.
What he found, what he saw, took him by surprise and he faltered slightly before Superhero kicked in and he moved, getting between the couple and the freaked out, knife weilding psycho.
Johnny reached up, going for the arm that held the knife, "What the hell?"
Huh. That was different.
Jim didn't hesitate for more than a moment, lifting Lana off the ground and trying not to panic at the way her head lolled against his shoulder. "You can handle him?" he called to the calvary, starting to make tracks backwards.
Johnny didn't bother to look behind him, he wouldn't take his eyes off the guy in front of him. "Go, take care of her. I can't handle him." He was pretty sure of that fact even as he lit up his other hand, preparing to torch the guy if needed.
Jason stared. Most people didn't spontaneously start on fire. He yanked his arm free, and prepared to cut into Johnny.
Johnny stepped back and yelled, "Flame on!" And he sent a blast of fire shooting straight towards the wacko.
Jason caught fire. Again. Twice in one night.
His frame didn't visibly sulk. Instead, he merely fell over backwards. Let the fire thing think he'd won.
Johnny paused, watching the guy fall backwards, then he carefully stepped forward. God, what if the guy was just high or something? What if Johnny was watching a student high on whatthehellever burn to death?
This could not be good.
Johnny kicked the guys foot.
Jason didn't move. He burnt a bit more.
Johnny might be freaking a little. He looked all around him for signs of beer cans or left over anythings that might give indication that people had been partying.
"Crap!" Nothing. He looked back down at the burning guy and bent over, hands on knees. Man, he was burning good. Even if Johnny did extinguish the flames, the guy was practically toast.
"Hey, dude?" Worth a shot right? If that failed, man Johnny was out of there. The guy could burn up and no one would be able to pin anything on him.
And that's when Jason sat back up, his knife raising.
"Holy shit!" Johnny backed up, way back. This dude was totally not a normal knife weilding wacko guy, what the hell?
He fired another flame ball at him, then he got the hell out of there, shooting straight up in the sky, heading towards somewhere that was going to give him a beer. Or five.
Jason lay back down.
Stop. Drop. Roll.
Stupid fires.
[ooc: Violence behind the cut. Preplayed with lovelylana, sensitivejim, fantastic_torch, and chchch_hahaha. No interaction possible, but OOC comments are welcomed. That Jim and Lana wandered off into the woods is okay for broadcast, but what happened is NFB.]
Lana leaned her head on Jim's shoulder as they walked through the woods. "It's beautiful here, isn't it?"
"Mmhmm," Jim agreed, but he wasn't looking at the woods.
She smiled up at him. "Silly."
But she certainly wasn't unhappy.
Jim tried to look innocent and failed. Probably miserably. But hey, what guy can concentrate with Lana smiling at them like that?
She stretched up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I think I've gone entirely too long without kissing you," she murmured against his lips.
"I think you have," Jim agreed, cupping the back of her head, his fingers lacing through her hair. He kissed her softly.
Stupid cabins and their tiny little walls.
"Love you," she whispered, kissing him back, just enjoying the feel of him against her. "I want our room back. Though I guess we could always sneak back there sometime."
"Love you too." He pulled her close and stole another kiss. "Sometime . . . like now?" Hope springs eternal.
"Don't know if I want to wait long enough to go all the way back there," she said, wrapping herself around him to kiss him. "But I brought a blanket in my backpack and I'm sure we could find a secluded little place..."
A twig snapped in the distance.
Ch-ch-ch Ha-ha-ha
"That sounds -" Jim's head snapped up, Sentinel-senses tingling. "Did you hear that?"
Lana looked around. "I didn't hear anything." She stretched up to kiss him again. "How about over there. We could stretch out under the stars..."
Probably just a bird or something. His senses did that to him all the time. And Lana was kissing him, which distracted him nicely. "You're the brains of this operation."
She smiled up at him and led him to the small clearing. She pulled the blanket out of the backpack and spread it on the ground before stretching out on it and extending a hand to him.
Jim took her hand to join her, kissing her again almost before he got settled.
She wove her fingers into his hair, pulling him down so she could feel him against her. "I love you," she whispered against his lips as they kissed.
And that's when out from the trees burst Jason, thudding towards them with twig-snapping footsteps, his knife raised.
Lana's head snapped up at the noise. She gasped as she saw the knife-wielding man running toward them, tugging at Jim.
"What the -" Jim immediately scooped her up, rolling to block Lana's body with his own.
Mama doesn't like the bad kids. Mama doesn't want the bad kids to live.
Jason moved closer, ready to strike.
Lana screamed, wanting to cling to Jim, but knowing enough not to restrict his movement.
Jim kicked out, bracing himself against the ground and sweeping his legs.
Jason's footing faltered, and he stumbled backwards. His knife, however, remained in his hands.
Lana screamed again. "Help!" she yelled as loudly as she could. Damn her idea of coming all the way out here where no one would hear them!
She struggled to get her feet back under her and stand up, thinking maybe she could run yelling until someone did hear and came to help.
Jim rolled to his feet, helping Lana up, and kept himself between the two of them. Thinking to give her a headstart, he did the stupid hero thing and launched himself at their attacker, his shoulder low for the tackle and his hand reaching for the hand holding the knife.
Jason took the brunt of the blow, but was much stronger than Jim when it came to arm strength. He did his best to merely shrug the boy off, fling him off and away.
Lana screamed again, torn between running for help and going to try and help Jim. She stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do.
"Lana, get out of here," Jim snapped, staggering back a few steps before crouching, ready. His eyes were on the knife.
Jason turned his attention to the screaming girl. He reached, to snag her by the hair in one twisted hand.
She stumbled as he jerked her backwards, her scream dying in her throat as she stared up at him helplessly.
"Hey, let her go!" Jim was beyond stupid now, but that was his Lana. He swung a fist right for the hockey mask, rushing him again, anything to get him to let go.
Jason did let go of Lana, but not before yanking her down towards the dirt. Jim's fist cracked against the hockey mask, and Jason just turned, raising his knife again.
This was the part where they were supposed to be running and screaming.
Lana tripped as he shoved her down and fell, smashing her head against a rock.
Because Jim was going run screaming while Lana lay bleeding on the ground with a knife-wielding psycho Canadian. Yeah, that was going to happen. Jim turned to go to Lana's side, watching Jason out of the corner of his eye, his arm already moving to block the expected strike.
Jason's strike was blocked, but the strength behind it meant Jim would be feeling that in the morning.
Jim hissed and dropped his arm. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded flatly, taking up a defensively stance in front of Lana.
Jason didn't answer. He didn't ever answer. He merely raised his knife again. This time, it would come down harder. Come down deadly.
Johnny was still checking out Fandom, walking around when he had the time. But tonight he was caught completely off guard by the screaming that had suddenly rent through the warm evening air.
"What the?" He took off at a quick run in the direction of the screaming, the fire within already beginning to burn as he sensed trouble.
What he found, what he saw, took him by surprise and he faltered slightly before Superhero kicked in and he moved, getting between the couple and the freaked out, knife weilding psycho.
Johnny reached up, going for the arm that held the knife, "What the hell?"
Huh. That was different.
Jim didn't hesitate for more than a moment, lifting Lana off the ground and trying not to panic at the way her head lolled against his shoulder. "You can handle him?" he called to the calvary, starting to make tracks backwards.
Johnny didn't bother to look behind him, he wouldn't take his eyes off the guy in front of him. "Go, take care of her. I can't handle him." He was pretty sure of that fact even as he lit up his other hand, preparing to torch the guy if needed.
Jason stared. Most people didn't spontaneously start on fire. He yanked his arm free, and prepared to cut into Johnny.
Johnny stepped back and yelled, "Flame on!" And he sent a blast of fire shooting straight towards the wacko.
Jason caught fire. Again. Twice in one night.
His frame didn't visibly sulk. Instead, he merely fell over backwards. Let the fire thing think he'd won.
Johnny paused, watching the guy fall backwards, then he carefully stepped forward. God, what if the guy was just high or something? What if Johnny was watching a student high on whatthehellever burn to death?
This could not be good.
Johnny kicked the guys foot.
Jason didn't move. He burnt a bit more.
Johnny might be freaking a little. He looked all around him for signs of beer cans or left over anythings that might give indication that people had been partying.
"Crap!" Nothing. He looked back down at the burning guy and bent over, hands on knees. Man, he was burning good. Even if Johnny did extinguish the flames, the guy was practically toast.
"Hey, dude?" Worth a shot right? If that failed, man Johnny was out of there. The guy could burn up and no one would be able to pin anything on him.
And that's when Jason sat back up, his knife raising.
"Holy shit!" Johnny backed up, way back. This dude was totally not a normal knife weilding wacko guy, what the hell?
He fired another flame ball at him, then he got the hell out of there, shooting straight up in the sky, heading towards somewhere that was going to give him a beer. Or five.
Jason lay back down.
Stop. Drop. Roll.
Stupid fires.
[ooc: Violence behind the cut. Preplayed with lovelylana, sensitivejim, fantastic_torch, and chchch_hahaha. No interaction possible, but OOC comments are welcomed. That Jim and Lana wandered off into the woods is okay for broadcast, but what happened is NFB.]