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I get that you want to have your cute little pretendy fun times, really, it's adorable. Precious, even. I think I feel a tear coming on. Along with the urge to projectile vomit or seek therapy to convince myself I was never involved in something so pathetic. But I actually, believe it or not, have better things to do with my time than sit around with some loser playing sad little text games on the internet.

Like watching paint dry. Or having a root canal. The list of Things I Would Rather Be Wasting The Time You Can't Afford goes on and on.

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If I didn't know better, I'd say you were starting to sound like Stiles. [A very short pause.] Except for the part where I'm pretty sure he'd... Actually like this kind of stuff. [:'D]

Like murdering people?

[ long-suffering eyeroll. his life is so very hard ] Kill me now.

[ oh, that gets some glaring ] Like getting kidnapped and locked in a prison van and filing a restraining order? Which, by the way, you're in violation of right now.

Don't make me change my mind.

[No, he really won't. Why? Because Scott has what we like to call 'Chronic Hero Syndrome'.]

Can we forget the restraining order for two seconds here? I'm the only one advocating to keep you alive. That's got to be worth something.

[ Snortlaugh ] Is that supposed to make me scared, McCall?

[ Jackson believes that is called being lame ]

No, we can't. And seems like I'm keeping me alive pretty well on my own, thanks, I don't need you and your little Scooby gang.

Only if you want to be scared, Jackson. [But yeah it was.

:| Better than a murderer.]

Right, so what are you going to do when the Argents find you? Or Derek decides to give up on my idea? [Jackson's a dick, but Scott doesn't want to seem him hurt.

Well, not that hurt.]

What kind of crap is that? Why would I want to be scared, ignoring the fact that's pretty much laughable coming from you.

[ W e l p. :| We're still working on that part okay

And seeing as he doesn't have answer for that himself, let alone truly realize what the hell is going on with him, but certainly does not need Scott to know that, he'll just feign. ] Look, I don't know what you're talking about. As far as I see it? You and your little brain damaged friends are wrapped up in another brain damaged little fantasy and I really don't need to be pulled into it.

I know I could take you, and so do you. [You'll hurt his feelings. Really.]

Really? You are still going to act like you have no idea what you're doing? [He's less angry than he is worried, and despite this being Jackass Jackson, it's pretty obvious.] Nothing we've been wrapped up in has been a fantasy. You know that.

I'd be surprised if you could take a goldfish out of water. [ Just the usual shittalk because he doesn't even want to get into comparisons to him in snake-man form to Scott. Half of them he barely remembers anyway.

He's edging on frustrated here, snapping at him. He knows exactly what he's talking about, and while it's still a struggle to believe he's been out killing, if he's not willing to admit he believes something is past what he can handle to himself, like hell it'll be admitted to anyone else. ] Just-- mind your own goddamn business, okay, McCall? When I need your help with something - which, by the way, will be pretty much never - I'll make sure I let you know. Otherwise? Go play superfreak with you little friends.

[You know what? He's just not going to answer. Because you're a dick, Jackson. Why does he even bother with you? It's a huge mystery, seriously.

Oh, maybe it's because you're a sad sack of human flesh that he feels slightly responsible for.] You... [Are you kidding him right now? Scott gives a sigh of frustration before a humorless laugh bubbles out.] You're kidding, right? Jackson, you need my help. You can't even remember what you're doing! How-- What do you expect to do on your own?

That's none of your business. [ His jaw tightens and his gaze flickers to the side for a moment before he shifts on his feet and leans in a little, something seething and serious in his tone. ] Do I look like I'm kidding? Come on, you're a big boy, you can get this one. Let me say it again, just in case you're running slower than usual today - I. Don't. Need. You.

Stay out of the way. [ The lazy part muttered a bit gruffer and he's not sure if that's entirely him or if that entirely in the interest of saving face. ]

[Oh, hey. Heeeey. Wait, you're way too close in his personal space, bro. He doesn't know you all like that, okay? He leans back just a little; not enough that it seems like he's backing off, just keeping the distance between the two of them.]

You need me. [It's so, so tempting to just leave him be. Let Derek kill him. Let the Argents kill him. It's obvious that he doesn't care that his friends are worried.] I don't... I don't care what you say. I'm going to help you.

[ His insistence gets a slow exhale and an eyeroll. Christ he can't deal with these people. He deflates a little and this is said with a doubtful kind of sarcasm. ]

Yeah? And how exactly do you plan on doing that, genius? [ Really, he'd love to know because at this point it's just hold his head and try not to go psychotic lizardman when the urge comes on. ]

I- Well... [So he. Hasn't figured that part out just yet. Sue him. But that doesn't make him any less determined, as made obvious by the earnest look on his stupid face.] We'll figure it out.

[ Eye. Fucking. Roll. ] Some great hero. Sounds like you've got this whole saving me thing handled. [ His eyes narrow at him and tone goes a deeply unimpressed deadpan. This is now completely your problem and he'll just blame the whole lack of it being solved on you know. ] You just take your time with that. No rush.

[What? Hey! It's not like Jackson is sitting here, trying to help himself. All he's doing is whining about it.

He gives a groan of frustration.] It'd be a lot more helpful if you'd stop running away from us all the time, or blaming us.

Isn't all this crap your fault anyway? [ Said with a snide bite - oh, there's some bitterness there. Though whether it's for being sucked into this world (sure, call it that, Jackson) or for his own botched attempt at becoming one of them, it's not clear. ] Either yours or Hale's.

How did you even reach that conclusion? [Talking to you is the most frustrating thing in the world, bro. And he was just tortured by Mama Argent.] You wanted to be like us. You are the reason why you're the Kanima.

And you were the one to bring all this crap around in the first place. [ It's totally your fault he wanted to get the werewolf T-Virus. Totally your fault. ]

Derek is the reason I'm-- [ He pauses, lips twitching slightly, and just grinds his teeth before muttering with a dismissive handwave. ] Whatever.

And yet here you are sitting around and doing just that. [ Because no, she's not taking the tiniest bit of pleasure out of this. That'd be silly. ]

[ Lips in a thin line here ] It's a work in progress. [ For all his bitching, he hasn't quite yet fond a way out of this yet ]

I can tell. [ You recognize the look, Jackson? The one she used to give you when you'd say "We're not watching the Notebook again." and then you ended up looking for it anyway. Yeah, same look going on right now. ]

I think I can already guess who's winning.

Thanks for the outstanding vote of confidence. [ Says pouty mister pessimist pants over here. Look he's trying okay ]

I said I'm working on it, alright? If I didn't have to stop and listen to nagging I might be home-free by now.

Edited 2012-07-17 08:37 (UTC)

I wouldn't complain so much. Containment's probably the best case scenario when it comes down to how we deal with you.

[ There's a moment his eyes widen before it's replaced with an arrogant kind of irritation. ] How to deal with me? Who died and made you my nanny, Hale?

If you're expecting me to slap you on the wrist and tuck you into bed, then I think you're missing what I'm getting at here, Jackson.

You are dangerous. Having you out of circulation is necessary, and if I was left to decide how that happened, it would not be good for you.

I really don't want you anywhere near me while I'm in bed, thanks.

[ And honestly, Jackson's got even less idea how to handle this than the rest of Scott and his gang and he's slightly terrified by that, but like hell he's going to be showing that to Derek Hale of all people. There's just a slow grind of his teeth before he tilts his head, feigning unimpressed. ] Ooh, I'm shaking in my boots, Hale, really. Was that your best shot at threatening?

And yet . . . for all your complaining . . . you're still here! Look at that! Weird, right? I mean, I know when you usually stomp your foot you get your way, but I guess not this time, huh?

[ the most unamused expression ever, here, stiles. ] If I wanted your opinion, Stilinski... Actually, I would bet my car I'd pretty much never want your opinion, so how about, as just a general rule, never open your fat mouth around me and you'll be good, alright?

So instead of making the best out of an odd situation, you react in typical Jackson fashion. [You know? The one where you slap on your bitch!face and complain.]

Charming.

An odd situation? Us in the real world call this kidnapping, Lahey. It's usually followed by legal prosecution.

Edited 2012-07-17 23:31 (UTC)

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