JAWS 11: PAST HAUNTING BACK!

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart was excited to see that box in front of his house. Maybe it'd give him another power back? Or soem of his old Rock 'n Roll posters from home. He gleefully tore the box open and... screams! Very loudly.]

Action:

[In front of 914 Bilko Blvd, you can find Mart freaking out and scrambling to try and collect or destroy the pile of old Yearbooks that spilled from the box. If you look closely enough you can see one of the fallen yearbooks has opened to a page reading MARTHA VINEYARD: NEW INNSMOUTH HIGH'S BIGGEST LOSER! With the accompanying picture among many others and articles of his humiliations during High School http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/110772997/37408882 if you read further, you can find all kinds of interesting and humilating tid-bits of Mart's past.]

Phone [Not Filtered]: Okay, where is it!? I know someone out there took one of the books on my lawn, so you better give it back!

Comments

[guitarslaying.livejournal.com]

You got it!

[Throwing it onto her Vespa. And then whistling.

And then?

Yeah, the Vespa's speeding off without her, but with the yearbook.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

What the fuck!?

Stop it NOW!

[guitarslaying.livejournal.com]

Too late!

Say bye bye!

[And she waves at the Vespa. Or where it had been.

Yeah. It's long gone now.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart rips a mail post form the ground and tries to chuck it at the speeding Vespa.]

Why did you do that!?

[guitarslaying.livejournal.com]

[The mail post sails pretty well, but the Vespa is long gone, carrying it's ill-gotten goods with it.]

Why?

Huh.

Lemme think about that.

I think it's because...oh yeah....

That's for fucking biting me, you prick!

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

But YOU were the one trying to kill ME first you fucking whacko!

I swear I'm gonna track that Vespa down and chew it into scrap!

[guitarslaying.livejournal.com]

Eh, details, details.

[But this place is starting to show its teeth. It's a good thing she wasn't rampaging with her powers in tact, or things would have been a lot worse.]

Y'know, as funny as it'd be seeing you try to catch my Vespa, or hurt it? Tell you what. I'll just give it back.

After you answer a question.

So...the attitude you got now? Did you copy it from the guy who used to kick the crap out of you when you were a "nerd", or one of his cronies?

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[A very hard hitting question to ask Mart]

I-

I'm not like them.

When I got my powers, I stopped being a quiet little loser who got beaten up all the time and made fun of and became somebody no one wanted to fuck with...

[guitarslaying.livejournal.com]

Bzzz. Wrong.

Well. In part. You stopped being a quiet little loser, but you didn't just decide on the new personality. You already knew who it was that were considered badasses around you.

Right?

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess I did.

I was a big fan of meta-humans, especially when super heroing as a vigilante was legal and despite everything he did... my dad.

[guitarslaying.livejournal.com]

Really?

Cause I'd call your behavior less that of a hero and more....a punk.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Well, I guess the kinds of heroes I followed were more what people called anti-heroes.... btu they were still badass.

And my dad? Kind of a dick. But he is a supreme badass.

[guitarslaying.livejournal.com]

[And her demeanor changes. Pretty drastically. The bubbliness and awkwardness that usually permeates around her dissolves immediately. She isn't playful anymore. She's dead serious.]

No, idiot. I mean you aren't even that.

All you do is either be a lazy jackass, talk about how powerful you are, or whine. You talk the talk, but you don't walk the walk.

Having power? You think that's all being a hero is about? Maybe your dad was a dick, but I bet a lot of that is your perception. You're not acting like how he really is, just how you think he acts. That's part of being a kid. I guess I can forgive that.

But I knew a hero once. A real one. And seeing some jackass parade around proclaiming himself one while doing nothing?

Yeah. That's pissing me off.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Wow. Damn. You really know where to hit it where it hurts. With words.

Mart slumps down onto his butt on the lawn and is doing everything he can to hold back tears. In some ways, this is the Mart from that yearbook reappearing.]

I-

I just...

That's not me..

[guitarslaying.livejournal.com]

[...Goddammit. She didn't think you'd actually cry. Way to make her feel bad, when she so clearly doesn't deserve it. Nope. She never deserves to have to feel bad for her actions.

She gives a long, drawn out sigh before whistling, the Vespa quickly zooming back into sight backwards before stopping in front of her before the yearbook jumps back into her hands. It's almost like the scene earlier was played in reverse, and she holds it out to Mart.]

You're running, kid.

You don't have to agonize over it, but maybe it'd do you some good to look back on it and think, yeah?

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Nothing ever of course. And there are wee little tear drops welling in the corner of those eyes. But his head turns and looks at the book. He was the opposite back then. Humble, quiet, meek. Not boisterous and super strong. Back when he could solve problems without fighting. It's like looking at a bizarrow twin.]

... when I changed.

I started to run and didn't stop.

[guitarslaying.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well....

Maybe you're tired of running kid.

[And she'll be hopping onto the Vespa. In a moment, the wheels retract into the under carriage of the Vespa as it starts to float in mid-air.]

We all got shit we want to ignore. Sometimes I guess you gotta let it catch up.

Maybe you're overdo for it.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

... maybe I am.

[He turns to see the awesome vespa transformation.]

But what am I supposed to do when it does?

[guitarslaying.livejournal.com]

[Haruko just revs the engine a minute before turning back to Mart, raising her eyebrows.]

If I gotta level with ya kid?

I'll tell you how to figure it out if I do.

[And she's off. Not down the street, but into the air, like some kind of insane, cyberpunk Mary Poppins. It's been a while since she's taken a trip into the clouds. Maybe it'd do her some good.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

That's not very helpful.

[Mart just stares at her as she flies off.]

Not a whole lot...

[MArt'll sit down and begin to sift through the nearest yearbook.]