And I feel fine

Jack Isaacs || 15 || Executioner “I just want to prove to you that I can handle this." + Optimistic, Capable, Fearless - Untrusting, Naive, Untrained

[h0pej0rdan]

Ow…

[h0pej0rdan]

Yeah… [Hope is scowling but it barely even hurts anymore. That’s one of the perks of being a freak she guesses. The next time she looks down the cut is gone, the only trace of the injury is the blood on her hands. She wipes it on her jeans for now since she’s planning to wash them later anyway and looks back at Jack] Are you?

[jack-isaacs]

Okay. [Hope doesn't look too happy, but Jack takes her word for it. It's not the first time he's thought how useful it would be to have those white marks, but if not for the strength he had he probably wouldn't be alive right now. When she turns the question back on him it takes Jack by surprise.] Uh. [He blinks, looking himself over as if he might find some sort of injury he'd missed before he decides she's just asking to be polite. He shrugs.] Yeah, I'm good. Same as always, I guess.

[h0pej0rdan]

Ow…

[Hope hisses in pain as she slices her finger on the knife at her hip. She looks down to see that the holster has broken, so the leather that usually protects her no longer does. Her fingers begin to heal quickly but not before a nasty amount of blood can gush towards the tips. She watches the skin close itself back up under the glow of her other healing hand as her expression sets into a frown]

[jack-isaacs]

[Jack hears the small sound of pain and whirls around, hand on his slingshot as he searches the area for any sign of danger. A moment passes and he sees Hope, skin glowing as she's already healing her own small injury. He lets out a breath and relaxes a tiny bit, though he eyes the woman with concern.] You okay?

[bella-barnett-blog]

[Bella nods, giving him a dumb smile.] Yeah, I’d love to. Lead the way, shorty. [She teases, despite her being tiny.]

[jack-isaacs]

Shorty? [It's nothing Jack hasn't heard before, but the name makes him pause and look over at her. It's with a mixture of surprise and amusement that he realizes he's actually taller than her now - in fact, he's got a couple of inches on her, and it's an odd thing to get used to when Jack's been a pipsqueak most of his life. He lets out a soft laugh as he takes a couple of steps away from the theater.] Look who's talking.

[rachel--foster-blog-blog]

[Rachel watches with keen eyes as he folds the paper but, by his pace, it’s clear she isn’t going to remember. He doesn’t want to share the method. Eliya finds it amusing as, to her, it is only paper, but she recognizes it means something more to the boy and so does Rachel. When he hands it back, as perfect as any paper plane can be, she smiles softly, taking it.] Oh, wow, yeah, that’s much better than I could have done. And that’s alright, you’ll just have a monopoly on the entire paper-plane market is all. [She smiles a bit more this time and holds it between her fingers before throwing it up, watching as it catches and glides.] Damn. That’s perfect. [In times like these, Rachel does appreciate the simple things, like making a plane. And the only thing that makes her smile falter the slightest bit is the thought that she can’t teach anyone this anymore. Arts and crafts, painting, everything. She barely sighs, smile still in place though as the plane glides to the ground.] Have you made planes for a while? Oh, I’m Rachel, by the way. 

[jack-isaacs]

[Jack watches with satisfaction as the sends the plane flying, though there's a pang of sadness there as well. It's almost funny that his happiest memories since he was seven are from the time right after the world ended, but Jack doesn't let himself dwell on that thought. He just shrugs, a small hint of mischief in his eyes as he answers.] Yeah, I know. [He jogs forward to retrieve it, furrowing his brows as he straightens up and thinks over her question.] Uh...I guess so? I don't know. Samson said this is how the guys in the Marines made 'em. [There's no mistaking the admiration in his voice, and it doesn't occur to Jack that now there are people in the group who wouldn't know who Samson is.] I'm Jack. [He adds with a small grin.]

[bella-barnett-blog]

[Bella’s laugh turns into more of a giggle, all her worries forgotten because of this kid.] Yeah, whatever. You’re lucky I like you, too.

[jack-isaacs]

[Jack's brows pull together in slight confusion at her statement. Bella has never given him reason to think she doesn't like him, but it's not the kind of thing he's used to hearing and it's an odd feeling, one he chooses to brush aside for now and shrugs lightly.] Yeah, I guess so. Wanna walk for a bit?

[bella-barnett-blog]

[Bella can’t help it, and she not only cracks a smile, but she full-out laughs.] You suck.

[jack-isaacs]

[The moment Bella starts laughing Jack can't help doing the same, and he shrugs at her comment.] Yeah, whatever. You just can't handle the truth. But that's okay, I still like you.

[bella-barnett-blog]

[Bella shrugs a little.] Fine. Then I guess I won’t share my secrets of badass-ery with you.

[jack-isaacs]

Your secrets of badass-ery? [Jack eyes her skeptically once again, though he can't hide the amused grin on his face.] I think the secret is that you're not actually a badass. 

[rachel--foster-blog-blog]

[Rachel doesn’t know the boy and there’s a part of her the freezes at the sight of someone so….young. Memories of James and Sammy flash in her mind without invitation and she looks down for a second, Eliya telling her to calm down. It’s hard, though, with the only thoughts entering her mind right then are the fact that those two little boys would never be his age. They’d never make planes or tell others how to make planes either. Calm. Rachel. Calm. Eliya’s voice rings in her mind and Rachel forces herself to give as genuine a smile as possible (it’s small to say the least) as she looks up at the boy.] Oh? Uh…I’m not…here. [Rachel holds out some used paper to him.] Show me? I’m not very good at it.

[jack-isaacs]

[Jack's small grin falters under the woman's gaze. He's not sure what about his presence has her suddenly looking like that, and he's about to just turn around and go back inside but then she offers him the paper.] Oh. Uh...yeah, sure. [He takes it gingerly, eyeing her for a moment before he begins to mimic the folds Samson taught him over a year ago, going quickly so she won't be able to repeat them.] I can't show you the steps - I've been sworn to secrecy. But here. [He holds out the finished plane, sleek and made to fly better than any other kind Jack knew of.]

[rachel--foster-blog-blog]

[Rachel’s seated outside of the theater, it’s nice enough out that she can do so without shivering and close enough that she won’t get yelled out for having wondered off. She’s scraped a few drawings, some of random flowers or fixtures and is in the midst of playing with the paper. After a minute she has a paper plane and stares at it in her hand, a small, somewhat dry laugh escaping as she sighs. Might as well see if it works, she thinks. Eliya sighs in her mind as well, thinking a plane of paper had no use but Rachel ignores her, sending staring at it for a second longer before sending it off, watching it glide for a minute before crashing the ground a few feet away.] Great job, Rachel. [She mumbles to herself as she gets up to retrieve it, unfolding it and making another adjustment. Rachel pauses, though, at the sound footsteps and looks up, offering a slight smile.] Oh…hey.

[jack-isaacs]

[Jack's sitting in the lobby, not up to much except trying to keep out of the way. His gaze is on the front window, and even though there's not much to see it's nice just to look outside without seeing a thick layer of fog obscuring everything. What he's not expecting is to see a paper airplane fly past the window, and it has the smallest trace of a grin pulling at his lips even as it crashes to the ground. He sees the woman retrieve it, and even though he doesn't know her he gets up and pokes his head out of the theatre's entrance, looking over to where she's re-folding the piece of paper.] Hey. I know how to make a plane that'll fly way farther than that.

[bella-barnett-blog]

Um, me, by definition. [Bella says as she gives her hair a flip, obviously joking, but saying so in a completely serious tone.]

[jack-isaacs]

[Jack just keeps his eyebrow raised, looking her over for a few seconds as if trying to decide if she's being serious or not, even though he knows she isn't. After a couple seconds he shakes his head.] Yeeeeah, I think that definition's a little bit off.

[bella-barnett-blog]

[Bella stubbornly fights against him.] I’m not! I’m the total opposite of sensitive. I’m a badass.

[jack-isaacs]

[Jack can't help a laugh at that, and the bad mood he'd been in earlier is entirely forgotten. He looks at her for a few seconds, quirking an eyebrow.] Do you know what badass means?

[bella-barnett-blog]

[Bella can tell he’s acting, and this time she can’t stop herself from smiling at him.] Yes you are. 

[jack-isaacs]

[The fact that Bella's smiling now too just makes Jack stick to what he says, and he shakes his head stubbornly.] Nope. You're just too sensitive. 

[evie-rollins]

[Evie waits for Jack, setting her chocolate next to the rest of her food and sitting quietly while he goes to grab everything. She catches the ball when it is thrown to her and heads towards the exit. She hasn’t felt up to this kind of thing lately but this seems like fun. Maybe it might actually cheer her up] Only at school and stuff.

[jack-isaacs]

Works for me. [It's been long enough since Jack played that any skill he might have had is long gone, so they'll probably be on about equal footing. As they step outside he looks around the empty street. It's wide and there's definitely plenty of space for tossing the ball around, but he sets the bat aside for now. Not that it matters much if they break a window, and the thought amuses him as he jogs a ways down the street, putting some distance between himself and Evie.] Ready when you are! 

[bella-barnett-blog]

[Bella pouts, but she’s determined to make him give in.] You’re just being mean. 

[jack-isaacs]

Hey! [This time it's Jack's turn to feign offense. He crosses his arms and makes a face at her, though the smile tugging at the corners of his lips gives him away.] I am not! 

[bella-barnett-blog]

[Bella frowns, looking at him with a fake expression, feigning hurt.] You don’t think I’m special?

[jack-isaacs]

[If there was any part of him that bought the sad expression on her face Jack would be taking the words back as quickly as he could, but as it is his smile just grows. There's a spark of mischief in his eyes as he shakes his head.] Nope.

[bella-barnett-blog]

I’m not weird, I’m just special. [Bella insists, taking on a serious expression, but it’s soon broken by a smile. She’s in a much better mood now.] 

[jack-isaacs]

[Jack's only response to her statement is to raise an eyebrow, but he can feel his own small smile widening after a few seconds. He gives her a shrug, skepticism clear in his voice.] Sure, if you say so. 

[kris-shepard]

Yeah… I feel you on that one… [She says with a heavy sigh. It sound incredibly negative, but that’s not the impression she wants to leave with Jack. Her own hope is dwindling, but she’ll but on act and say otherwise if it meant keeping other people’s spirits and hope up.] Definitions of “okay” are different now and definitely not the same, but you know what Jimmy told me a while back..? We’ll get there. It won’t be tomorrow, the next day, or maybe for a while, but one of these days, we’ll reach and really be “okay”. 

[jack-isaacs]

[Jack isn't really surprised when Kris agrees with him, and if anything he finds it more comforting to hear she understands than to be given some false hope. He tries to believe what she says next, but it just makes him think of another person he'd come to like that he would never see again and it's a reminder that his current definition of 'okay' is pretty similar to the one he used to have anyways. He shrugs.] Yeah, maybe. It's okay, though. Not sure I'd really know what to do with myself if everything was okay. Too used to this. [He gives her a small smile, but it's a weak attempt at humor that doesn't quite reach his eyes.]