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There's No Hope Left In Man | Closed to Vriska

After what could only be described as a monstrously awful turn of events in regards to his best...His former best bro and an unnecessary use of his own hope to lash out against a door that he very much hoped cost Feferi a number of pretty pennies, Jake was so far down in the dumps that he practically lived there. He had meandered to his car and just started driving at one point, no thought or care to where he ended up.

To his own surprise, he had somehow landed himself at the parking lot near the big meet up spot that had introduced him to the other super people. Wonderful. Another reminder.

Not content with sulking in his car more, Jake found a bench that overlooked the area the circle had been at. And...and yep. He was crying again. Hopelessness flooded him, thinking only that if he couldn't even help his best bro, how could he even help this city?

It couldn't get worse than this.

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The party at Feferi's... wait, no, it was someone else's house. The party, whoever's house it was at, had been a complete and utter mess. For once she wasn't the reason for the causing of a scene-- and several scenes had been made. So much had happened in those few hours, and it had left Vriska's head spinning. She had to get out of Equius's car-fume and sweat scented house and get some fresh air. She need to think.

Vriska had found herself wandering, ending up in the park.

Spin the bottle, and the various kisses therein, had been weighing on her mind. Her stomach knotted, the mix of emotions tangling inside her. What was she thinking? She should've stayed home. She shouldn't have kissed any of them--

The sound of whimpering nearby disturbed her own pity party, and she looked up from the winding path ahead of her, spotting a ...familiar face? Was that Jape? From the party? What was he doing here? Is he crying?

Vriska approached him curiously, not hiding the questioning stare on her face.
"Jape?" She asked sharply. She sounded more confused than concerned. "What are you doing?"

Jake hadn't thought really about the consequences of one crying in a public place. He wasn't really thinking of anything beyond how much he was fucking up everything and everybody he cared about. If it wasn't for the fact that Vriska still had his name wrong, he probably wouldn't have even replied to her.

Instead his head turned to her, eyes stained red and fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. "You've got that right...Jape! A joke. A folly! An absolute laughing stock. That's what I am. That's ol' Jake English for you. The man to point and laugh at. Cause he's just the bottom of the barrel! The lowest on the rung! The runt of the litter!"

"But isn't that your-- Ohhhhhhhh. Jake. I guess that makes more sense than 'Jape.'" Vriska snickered a little at the mistake. "You should really speak more clearly. I had thought this WHOLE time your name was Jape! What a dumb name."

Vriska took a seat in the free space on the bench next to Jake, making herself right at home. She seemed unfazed by his blubbering. "I'm sure it's not that bad. What'd you do? Get stung by a bee?" Vriska started to laugh, but then caught herself. "I got stung by a certain bee once. Piece of shit." She stared intensely at an innocent bumblebee hoovering over a wild flower across the path, as if she owed it a weighty vendetta.

Vriska elbowed him in the side, perhaps a bit harder than she'd meant to. "Oh, maybe you got into a spat with that girlfriend of yours. That wasn't my fault was it? Wouldn't be the first time." She said, wiggling her eyebrows. "That Jane sure is... damn. Yeah. Good job," Vriska cleared her throat, blush returning with the memory of Jane's dainty spin the bottle kiss. "Her last name is Crocker right?" No time like the present to needle a raw nerve for information.

Jake was very much prepared to just keep going on with multiple words and phrases describing him as the absolute worst. But then she was sitting herself beside him as if anybody invited her. Then she elbowed him and he snapped a bit out of his funk to realize...Oh. Crap. Vriska.

Great. The lady he had tried to flirt with at his cart, and then saw his girlfriend smooch. And she just happened to like blue for her make up of choice, and he didn't appreciate that. Well. He appreciated that, but he's not ever gonna let her know that.

He blinked at her words and frowned at that, shaking his head with a passion. "No! We didn't have a spat...well I mean we had a bit of a bump. But it wasn't you two kissing that caused any issues. We worked past any of that though I just...Christ." He slumped back against the bench, rubbing his forehead. "Problems with Dirk. Problems with myself. Problems with everything. And yeah...Last name Crocker. Jane Crocker. Gal who shouldn't be stuck with a failure of a boyfriend like me."

Edited 2016-05-18 00:53 (UTC)

Vriska pouted at Jake, a little disappointed she wasn't the cause of a couple's argument. "Really? Not even a little bit...?" Vriska shook her head. "I must be losing my edge. Next time I kiss Jane I'll have to try harder." She said with a wink, waiting for a reaction out of the pile of sap next to her.

"Who's Dirk?" It had never occurred to her to ask who the party was for, Feferi's invitation and the promise of something other than Equius's strict health food pantry and... bluhhhhhhhh milk... was enough to get her out of the house. Plus, that was where all the excitement was after all. Maybe a bit too much excitement...

Vriska feigned an assuring look, meeting Jake's puffy eyes. "Aw, chin up buttercup. I'm sure you're not a TOTAL failure. You are a blubbering mess, though. Kinda pathetic, really." She was never really that good at talking to people when they were upset. Or in general.

Jake shook his head again, rubbing his forehead still. "No, not even a little bit...you didn't even come up so just..." He tensed a bit when she said that, flushing and slapping his cheeks. He really didn't need to be dealing with attraction to another lady on top of all this.

The hopelessness surged within him again at that thought, hand clutching his chest. Idiot. First you fail to get through to Dirk, can't even get him to make right with Janey, and now you're just getting flustered by another woman? You're the worst. A complete failure.

And LORD, who was Dirk? When their eyes met, his were now more angry than anything, pointing at her accusingly. "He's my bes-...he was...my best bro! And it was his party you were at! A party he probably didn't even want, playing a game he didn't even want either! But noooooo, that's Feferi Peixes for you! 'I'll just do whatever the fuck I want and not care about the consequences or who I hurt in the process!'"

He slumped back against the bench, hands clenched against his arms. "And just...yeah. I'm pathetic. I'm the most pathetic right now. Couldn't talk him out of whatever funk he's in, couldn't get him to at least talk to Janey again...Just a full on pathetic idiot."

"Okay, okay calm down Jape, I didn't realize this Dirk guy was such a big deal." Vriska rolled her eyes defiantly. "Feferi is... something," She struggled a moment to find an adequate adjective for her, settling reluctantly on 'something' with a sigh. Her eyes glazed over, smiling and staring off into the distance dreamily as he talked shit about her. "Isn't she aaaaaaaawful."

"You know what you need Jake England? That's your name right? What you need is a good old fashion cheering up. You're being such a bummer. It's really lame, and frankly you're wasting what could've been a pretty spectacular day." She flashed a menacing grin at him. "So, loser, are you gonna get off this bench and carpe diem or whatever? Or do I have to push you off this bench myself?" Vriska stood up suddenly, putting a foot up on the bench, posed dramatically like a pirate staking claim over a chest of treasure.

His eyes narrowed at the return of the wrong name, ready to argue with her about how Dirk was definitely a big deal! His best bro and now Jake has just fucked that up! But it was a bit more...weird how she looked...happy to think about how bad Feferi was?

What's wrong with this woman?

Then she has to call him by the wrong LAST name, pushing on before he even has a chance to correct her on that. He tensed up when a grin he could only imagine on goblins was flashed at him, tilting his head at the sudden...bravado she was showing. He could really only blink at her in response, head still tilted as he made a masterful response.

"...what?"

Without wasting another moment-- or giving him the chance to actually take up her challenge to get off the bench of his own volition-- Vriska sprang into action. With the mightiest shove she could manage she barreled into Jake, sending him sprawling off the bench and onto the grass without a shred of eloquence.

Vriska cackled, standing over him ominously. "Are you gonna get up and go make something of yourself, or are you gonna lay there feeling sorry for yourself all day?" She poked his arm with her shoe impatiently. "Get up!"

She gave his arm another poke, continuing her shrill heckling. "Don't be a QUITTER! Get up off of that grass right now Jake! Don't be such a crybaby! You've got a Jane out there to mack on or whatever. Let's go kick Dirk's ass! I'm sure a good ass kicking will make you feel better." She giggled evilly, she was having a TON of fun helping Jake work through this funk. Who knew helping others could be so entertaining?

Edited 2016-05-18 21:28 (UTC)

Jake's arms flailed as she shoved him off the bench, plopping down on the grass with a confused expression. He looked up to her as she just stood there, demanding he just...stop being sad. Like it was that easy!

But then she actually had a bit of a point with her next little speech. He does have Jane...Even if he failed this, she'd still want him by her side right? Of course she would! How could he even question that? And when she mentioned kicking Dirk's ass, while he didn't completely like the idea of it...part of him knew he probably could! He's not just old fuddy duddy Jake Englan- English anymore!

He stood up with a nod of his head, fists clenched as he looked her straight in the eyes. "Yeah!!! I do have Jane! And I could totally kick Dirk's ass! I could kick anybody's ass!!! I could kick your ass!!!!! I could kick MY ass!!!!" He wasn't sure what it was about her almost overwhelming if albeit not the most innocent encouragement, but it was striking a chord with him right now.

"I'm not gonna be a quitter! I didn't quit when my truck first started doing bad, and I'm not gonna quit doing anything else just cause I hit a few bumps! I'll give 'em the ol' one two if they keep getting in the way!"

"That's the spirit!!!!!!!!" Vriska yelled, smacking him on the back in a congratulatory fashion when he got up. She laughed a little as he took the ass kicking and ran with it. "Now go out there and fuck some shit up Jake not-a-joke English!" She smiled toothily, truly the picture of good will.

"You see that, waaaaaaaay out on the horizon?" She spoke in a hush, pointing off into the distance. "That's your DESTINY out there. Now go get 'em tiger!" She smacked him on the bum, intending to send him off into... whatever was out there that he needed to go do that wasn't pathetically weeping on a park bench.

Edited 2016-05-19 01:28 (UTC)

Jake felt fired up...somehow. He wasn't sure where exactly this energy came from, but dammit! Vriska was right! He was not a joke, and he could handle this. He could handle anything! "Hell yeah! Gonna fuck up all of the shit! Every part of it!!!!"

He looks out to where she points, eyes narrowed and mind focused. When she gives him the go ahead and smacks his rear, he's practically sprinting off towards the nebulous destiny that awaited him. Pumping his arms and legs he...Wait. Wait, he parked the other way.

He's quickly running back by her, giving her a small wave before skidding to a stop. He runs right back to her, a wide grin on his face as he picks her up in a classic bear hug, voice a bit soft. "Thank you, Vriska!" He then set her down with a little finger gun and a shoot. He was gonna get back home...cause there was still someone out there who needed him, and she'd be up from that nap any time now.

Vriska watched him scamper off into the distance with a smile... and then he was coming back. Ooooooookay. She waved back at him as he slowed to a stop in front of her. She started to protest as he scooped her up into an inescapable bear hug, but soon enough her feet were back on solid ground.

He was thanking her...? Man, this was bizarre. Vriska was used to people being insincere with her, and she probably deserved it, but... Jake seemed to mean it. "You're... welcome? I guess?" She waved after him as he left, a smile smile on her face. "Bye Jake!"

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There's No Hope Left In Man | Closed to Vriska

You haven't quite hit rock 8ottom yet. Let me show you the way!

He Is A Jape.

My 8ad, "Jake."

Wait He Knows This Woman

This 8oy is kinda pathetic.

He's Not KIND of Pathetic! He's REALLY Pathetic Thank You!

Aye aye, cap'n!

...Was she...threatening him?

Positive and Encouraging™

....actually yeah. Kinda.

YOU JUST GOTTA 8ELIEVE!!!!!!!!

PUT ME IN THE GAME COACH

Unlikely friendships forged!