you're not the prettiest girl in town ( open! )

[hashtagyolt]

Who| Jason Toad and whoever!
What| Two prompts. See below.
Where| Tribute Center.
When| Midday and midnight.
WARNINGS| Social media addiction, language possibly. Idk I'll edit as needed.



1 ) District 4 Suites ; Midnight-4am, Monday Night.

As curfew had been enforced that evening, Jason had gone quietly. His plan demanded the appearance of at least minimal cooperation. Earlier in the day, he'd procured a disc of the most annoying music Panem had to offer. Moreover, he'd planned ahead. He'd begged and pleaded his Escort for what amounted to a very fancy boom box, and bless his heart, the poor man had come through.

He retired early, totting a book with him. It was some bodice-ripper-esque romance, trashy but entertaining in a guilty pleasure sort of way. He'd napped in between reading chapters, occasionally curbing his enthusiasm to run out into the common area of the suite and share, with some wholly unsuspecting suite mate, an amusing moment or anecdote. Romance novels, not enough people appreciated them. It was truly a tragedy.

Eventually, however, midnight rolled around, and the hour to act was upon him. As he cued up the song, he couldn't help the smirk that crept across his face. It wasn't as if he was breaking rules, technically, and Panem's definitions of offensive nuisance left something to be desired anyway.

The song repeated once. He settled back on his bed with the book, popping in some cheap rubber earplugs.

The song repeated again. The only downside to this was, while the earplugs made it bearable, there was no way to avoid the music completely. He'd be whistling it for days. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.

The third repeat was mildly annoying, but by the fourth, he found himself tuning it out. It was like he had developed an immunity.

By the fifth, he was snoozing again, the bodice-ripper abandoned haphazardly, cast off the side of the bed.

((ooc: Okay, so Swagger Jagger will be blasting solidly from 12am-4am. It's audible (at various levels) on the entirety of the 4th floor. It will also be audible (annoyingly, but not overpoweringly) on floors 3 and 5. Feel free to be pissed at him. That was the point. Anyone in D4 is welcome to bang on his door and try and make him knock it off.))

2 ) Training Center ; the next day.

Jason Peter Todd is no slouch. Even if he hadn't been trained by the goddamn Batman, he's still a ninja, (goddammit,) and it shows. He goes through some basic yuddha kalā with a precision unmatched by most. The few mistakes he makes, he trots off quite nimbly, no matter how dramatic they seem. Either he's tougher stuff than the boy band hair would lead you to believe, or he's your typical 20-year old alpha male who can't stand the idea of being embarrassed in public. Maybe a little of both. Probably mostly both.

In any case, he finishes his second routine with a flourish. Even if he weren't a bit of an exhibitionist (anyone who willingly runs around in green tights at the age of 14 probably has that ingrained in them), Jason has a mind to game the system a bit. It looks good to be good. It, at the risk of quoting Kanye, gets the people going. He remembers going through an Arena with no sponsor support. It needs the people going.

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[hashtagyolt]

"Nope, that hits all the major plot points." Except for dying, or being a part of a secret ninja cult, or Kori being a certified space alien princess, or his... Whatever Roy was to him, being a hacker genius fresh out of prison for war crimes. Jason smiles in a way that he hopes is suitably benign. He throws in a shrug for good measure. "Jersey, jackets and yoga. You forgot India, but yeah, I think that's it.

You keeping tabs on me for fun, or should I be concerned that you're some kind of manic pixie serial killer? Either way, I'm flattered. Cute girls don't usually hassle me at the gym."

[soultospare]

"Am I hassling you?" Megan's cheeks went hot, and she worried that she really was being a bother. The compliment went completely over her head for a moment before she finally caught on that maybe, just maybe he was teasing her in a good way. Could it be? Was she successfully (sort of) flirting with a hot guy? The prospect almost made being kidnapped by an evil alternate universe worth it. Kind of. Almost.

"If you don't like it, I could always..." A beat, as her wings droop invitingly. "Flutter away, I guess."

[hashtagyolt]

"Or not." He tosses his head from side to side, playing as cool as possible. "But you did interrupt my workout. I was trying to be impressive and game the system for whatever it's worth."

Her face matches her hair. It's only a little weird with those eyes. "We could always spar, or something. Do you fight at all, magical girl?"

[soultospare]

She laughed, perking up some. "If I couldn't fight I'd make a pretty sorry super hero."

And at last, that look of mischief returned and she was back in business. Truthfully though, Megan couldn't quite believe he was indulging her. After all she was just a stupid magical girl while he was a total mega stud. Talking to guys like Jason was supposed to be difficult, wasn't it? She was just some pink haired freak. Gorgeous guys like him weren't supposed to want to hang out or... spar.

Oh god what if he touched her? She might faint. Or scream. Or both. Eep.

Okay, cool it, Megs. No need to be a total weirdo.

"That is to say, I know a thing or two."

[hashtagyolt]

"Superheroes are pretty sorry as a rule." He didn't look at her directly as he made the comment and it held a certain air of dismissal that, if Jason could help it, would remain unexplained. "Doesn't matter how well they fight."

"Anyway," he said, stalking over to a corner of the practice mat and waiting for her to follow. "Do your worst. I can take it. Promise."

He had like a hundred and forty pounds on her, at least. Magical fairy powers notwithstanding, how much damage could she do?

[soultospare]

She almost asked him if he was sure, wanted to warn him that she'd been trained by Wolverine and knew how to throw a punch. But instead, she leveled Jason with a determined glare, and without any fanfare, she launched her attack with speed that was really rather impressive. Without her flight or teleportation she felt she was moving slow as molasses, but in reality there was a clear swiftness to her, and she darted at Jason ready to slip around his back and bring him down from behind.

[hashtagyolt]

The speed did catch him by surprise. In a way, the swiftness reminded him of himself when he had been her size. It was an enviable position, one that, on occasion, Jason found himself missing. You could compromise strength for equipment fairly easily, and size could always be built up. It was another matter entirely to become small once you were big.

She hit with a decent amount of force, too. Not enough to jostle him. Not really, anyway.

Nevertheless, Jason fell backward. Not hard, but with a dramatic flair and the appropriate sound disgruntled sound effect. From the angle, she would have had to catch herself quickly to avoid a somewhat compromising position. "Not bad for someone who looks like the sugar plum fairy. I like your style."

Not to be give her the entirely wrong impression, he used his greater strength and flipped them. Now it was a little compromising. "Your move."

[soultospare]

Megan's breath caught in her throat as the tables suddenly turned on her. She wasn't expecting to keep the upper hand on him, but to wind up in a completely, utterly, totally compromising position without was more than a little embarrassing. In that moment, for a second, she almost forgot they were supposed to be fighting and weren't like, engaged in some sort of weird schoolyard wrestling match/courtship ritual. She blushed, she couldn't help it, then gave Jason a smile, as if to shrug it all off.

"And you're not bad for someone who looks like a... erm..." She paused, black eyes blinking slowly. "Oh who am I kidding? You got me."

She didn't make any move to break free however. Instead, her eyes narrowed a bit as she studied his now very close face. "I'm sure you must get this quite often, but you're really very good looking, you know."