[closed] Egad i do believe i just "scored".

[golgotha]

WHO: Jake and Vriska (sitting in a tree, platonically holding hands because SHE'S 13, JAKE.)
TONE: Silly. THIS. IS. HOMESTUCK. Also competitive and dumb because those two personality points stand as common interests.
RATING: PG-13 for their foul mouths, though they probably won't be boinking anytime soon, methinks.
WHEN: January... 7. WOW I SUCK.
WHAT: They're racing because Jake wants to prove to her that he's not incompetent and also maybe show off his SWEET BICEPS (come on he is sexy like lady croft in short shorts) so that she may fall in love with him and they can ride a horse meaningfully to the sunset??? Sounds legit.

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Jake gets to the meeting place on time, as promised, because like he said; he would loathe to keep a lady waiting. On the journal, with her pretty blue text, she sounded like the woman of his dreams; would she be the woman for him? Would her skin possess a distinct, barely notable but somewhat noticeable cerulean hue? These are the things he wondered about as he stood there at the middle of the field, broom in hand and knees exposed by virtue of wearing shorts.

Upon further thinking, the thoughts running through his mind sounded malicious, but then again, he was also here for other reasons! He genuinely, legitimately wanted to meet an adventurous woman like him, and to meet her and befriend her with no ulterior, romantic motives, because for all of the Gryffindor House's talk of bravery and courage, nary a classmate wanted to discuss much adventuring with him. Perhaps they may be bosom companions in adventure! That thought kind of warms his heart, and oh gosh, he wanted to meet her so.

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[golgotha]

Ah, there she was in the flesh! She was, indeed, very blue; not the kind of blue that he fancied romantically, but close. She was small compared to him, and it just dawned to him that she was... really young, actually. No matter! She was adorable, and through the years he learned not to judge women solely on appearance; they could pack a punch despite their petite sizes.

"Ah. Nothing in particular! So, m'lady, have you prepared yourself? Because I daresay you're about to be properly schooled today. I sincerely hope you packed with you some tissues." Yes, nothing better than smack talk before a big game. He was so good at this.

[bluhbluhhugewitch]

Vriska raised a brow at that. "Excuse me?" She honestly hadn't expected a bumbling idiot to hate her challenge seriously, but she sure as hell wasn't going tort any Gryffindor talk shit to her. She smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"I did bring some, but they're a gift for you when you have to wipe the blood off your face when I run you to the ground."

[golgotha]

"We'll see." Jake hops onto his broom. It's old, just like his speech, but it's sturdy. "Let's discuss the rules of the game first, shall we? Where's the finish line and how many laps should we take?"

[bluhbluhhugewitch]

She mounted he notably modern and much nicer broom a moment after he did, adjusting the foot rests. "From this goal--" she motioned to the closest one, "--around the school, passed the Weeping Willow, and back to the goal again. Eight times." Vriska narrowed her gaze. "Are you still up for it?"

[golgotha]

"Eight times? Around the Weeping Willow and the school? Now, I've no problems with distance, but that's just preposterous! This is a race, not a trail back from here to London. I am still up for it, but I'd prefer to adjust the rules somewhat."

[bluhbluhhugewitch]

"That sounds to me like you're giving up already!" She huffs, narrowing her gaze on him. "I guess all that smack you were talking doesn't hold any bit of truth to it, does it?"

[golgotha]

"It's so friggin' long! We'll be done at curfew." Jake returns the huff and tightens his hold on the broom. "But fine. Gosh, you're so demanding. You better be a challenge, or this would all be for naught."

[bluhbluhhugewitch]

Vriska rolls her eyes, but smirks. She's used to getting her way. Crumble to her will like a good boy, English.

"I don't know what you're talking about--it will only take me a minute." And with that, she pushes off the ground to take her place at the 'starting line'.

[golgotha]

He is crumbling, Serket. Crumbling like a card tower made of sand paper.

Jake flies next to her, though the liftoff's a bit wobbly. He pats the end of the broom lovingly like it's a pet to be loved and cared for. "Keep at it, Terry Kiser. You still have a couple of years left."

[bluhbluhhugewitch]

She raises her brow at that; does he really think he's even comparable to her skills? Older or not, Jake is clearly the inferior flyer here, which is why she is on a team and he isn't. This will be a piece of cake, and she would get to rub it in a Gryffindor's face, too. Perfect!

"On the count of three!" She leans forward into a proper racing position, gripping her broom firmly.

"One..."

A pause.

"Two..."

...And she shoots off a second early, laughing loudly to herself. "Threeeeeeee!" she shouts back over her shoulder.

[golgotha]

"Oh frig!"

That was not fair. But she's a Slyterin, so of course she's not fair. He follows her, hands gripping the head of his broom tightly in the traditional, male, shit-just-got-serious-at-Halo pose. She's really far away from her, and the wind is sharp and blurring his position.

GOTTA KEEP UP.

[bluhbluhhugewitch]

Of course Vriska didn't think she really needed the head start, but that didn't mean she wouldn't take it, either. Her fancy new broom shoots around the perimeter of the school, her hair whipping wildly behind her, and she's too pumped to really care what a tangled mess it's going to end up as when they're finished.

[golgotha]

It takes a while to catch up with Vriska, Terry Kiser the broom's antiquity not helping. But by the second lap, he's already trying to overtake her.

[bluhbluhhugewitch]

She won't let him win that easily! And she doesn't mind cheating, if she has to. Vriska looks over her shoulder, frowning at seeing his figure draw closer as they finish onwards to the third lap. Her grip tightens on her broom and she wills it to go faster.

"C'mon!"

[golgotha]

Terry Kiser's form is cracking a bit, but Jake pays it no heed because he's too busy trying to overtake Vriska. When she's within yelling distance, he screams: "Give up and save yourself the indignity!" He, then, accidentally swallows a bug and the coughing fit that ensued slowed him down.

[bluhbluhhugewitch]

"In your dreams, Gryffindor!" Thankfully for Jake, she is too caught up in being her AWESOME self and staying ahead, so his dignity is at least somewhat spared. She takes a dangerously close dive towards the Weeping Willow, daring him to follow her path.