lunch minus familiar faces (Jason Turk)

[Jason Turk]

Jason lowered his head and cocked at an eyebrow at Skye's unsatisfactory answer, and was just about to retort with some acerbic reply when her phone went off, indicating a text message. When she would see it, the phone would be flickering strangely, though she would still thankfully be able to read the message well enough. When she put the phone down, it was almost like she was a different girl, suddenly all focused and straight-forward. Jason leaned back in his bench seat somewhat, allowing her to scrutinize him as she did, now suddenly with a notebook in hand. She asked a question of him, asking him his opinion of the school, what he did and didn't like about it. Jason bit his lip, having to think of only ONE thing he didn't like about school, before he finally decided on an answer.

"You wanna know what I don't like? This whole 'fitting in' business. It kinda seems like if you want friends, or if you wanna skate by in school, you've gotta be able to find friends or have people just like you, who think like you. It's a stupid pack mentality, and it makes people forget who and what they really are. Personally, I don't WANT to have to hide who I am."

Jason cut himself off, realizing he was going into a bit of a tangent. Regardless, Skye told him what she thought of him, with a little smirk, and Jason couldn't help but smirk. If Jason didn't know any better, he'd swear this girl was coming on to him.

"Oh really? Well it's good to know I'm bad enough for you. The question is, are you bad enough to be able to run with ME?" he asked confidently, grinning widely. The challenge was set to the freshman, and time would tell whether she rose up to it. Jason was confident that she would.

[Skye]

She didn't really pay much attention to the flickering of the screen, she just assumed it was because her powers were acting up, most likely attempting to short circuit the phone...Of course she had no idea it was Jason's doing.

She listened with her pencil to the paper of the notebook as if he was giving her the answers to her history test. But she politely waited untill he was done with his rant before making the comment "Why conform without a fuss." in an agreeing tone. Judging by how she dressed, it was obviously something she thought as well...why be like everyone else when you're already different. She then scribbled the comment she made down before softly singing to herself what she had down by now...Almost completely happy with her work she gave a smile as she played with a pink chunk of her hair.

She was about to go on with her work when she heard Jason's question. Looking up from her more then half finished song she gave a smile to the junior. "Oh Jason...You'll find I'm quite an electric personality." She answered with a half teasing tone, the eraser of the pencil just barely touching the side of her mouth as she spoke to him.

[Jason Turk]

When Skye replied to his challenge of sorts, Jason couldn't help but wonder what exactly she meant by it. He began to play back in his mind the conversation they had maintained thus far, but moreso the simple actions they performed throughout. He recalled the sparks she sent across the table at him, and he thought of his little laser-pointer trick. Jason chewed his lower lip a moment, trying to figure out what was about to go down, but Jason had really never been one to think. As such, he glanced around the table, seeing if anyone was paying attention to them. Of course, since they had previously been playing Mt. Tater Volcano attacking the town of MeatLoafia, most people in attendance who had noticed were busy making a point of NOT associating themselves with the two weirdos. It was a perfect setup, it left Jason free to lean forward and speak his mind.

"Electric, huh? I bet they say when you walk into a room, you make sparks fly, right?" he said, mentioning directly what had only minutes earlier passed between them. As he did so, a spark leapt from her fingers unintentionally, and he absorbed it quickly. He pushed past the funny feeling, though, intent on continuing his small interrogation.

"Like that?" He said, making his point and smirking. His hand had fallen onto one of the two's forks, he wasn't sure who's it was by this point. His eyes glanced down at it, and he began to focus microwave energy into the fork, heating it up to incredible levels. The silverware began to tinge red slightly, showing it was becoming superheated. Seemingly unaffected by the heat, Jason lifted the fork from the table and twirled it in his fingers, finally cutting off the flow of energy and causing it to cool back down and regain its silver hue.

"Well, they tell ME that I have a tendency to heat things up wherever I go, Ms. Skye," he said with a wink. He couldn't wait to see how she took THAT kind of comment.