http://weaponed.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] weaponed.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2006-08-26 10:26 pm

Log, completed.

When; August 26th, 9am
Rating; PG
Characters; [livejournal.com profile] weaponed, [livejournal.com profile] no_prototype
Summary; Tenten challenges Jet to a snowball fight.
Log;

She'd chosen the gardens, a nice wide area of snow with few people to get caught in the crossfire. The snow was still falling lightly and she shivered slightly in the cold as she waited patiently, fingers winding around the edge of her scarf. It had been some time since she'd been out in the snow and she wasn't about to ask Neji to participate in the traditional snowball fight. In fact, without Lee or Gai-sensei, there wasn't much Tenten was prepared to ask from her team mate. Least of all this.

It was just as well Jet had given into her taunt or she would have been very bored, cooped up inside.

[identity profile] no-prototype.livejournal.com 2006-08-26 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It was certainly different being outside in the snow, rather than just watching it safely from the window. Jet didn't like how familiar it seemed, even though he knew in his head that he'd never seen actual snow before. It was a lot colder than desert nightfall, a constant chill nipping at his skin even through his clothes.

He hastened his pace towards the gardens, not liking that he'd willingly agreed to throw the white stuff around. Especially at each other. He usually didn't let himself get goaded into childish acts, but some free lunch had been a pretty nice incentive. He'd readily admit to liking Tenten's cooking, which was what he was expecting when he won.

"Oi!" Jet called, upon seeing said ninja. "Been waitin' long or what?"

[identity profile] no-prototype.livejournal.com 2006-08-26 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
That last "suggestion" sparked a grin, the kind that usually didn't make it past his facial muscles. But Tenten had already been okayed in his book. At least she was a good fighter and not a complete airhead, which were hard to come by when it came down to his past experiences with anything remotely female. He figured it would be alright to let his competitive side show more than normal.

"Was about to ask you the same," he replied, grin in place. "I'm not big on rules. S'long as there aren't any guns or jutsus, then common sense is all we need, right?"

[identity profile] no-prototype.livejournal.com 2006-08-26 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
He did the same, ignoring the way he could still feel the cold through his gloves. Instead, he absently concentrated on making his very first snowball.

"Five hits..."

One hit was far too easy. There was no challenge in that. Five hits would take far too long. His clothes weren't designed to take cold weather.

He looked up from the snowball in his hand. "Make it three," he amended with a cocky tilt of his head. "We startin' now, or d'you wanna talk about the weather too?"

[identity profile] no-prototype.livejournal.com 2006-08-26 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The faster this went, the sooner it'd be over. Jet wasn't taking too kindly to the chill. That sentiment momentarily stalled when Tenten threw that snowball, though by missing him at close range told him that the throw hadn't been serious.

It was time to win today's lunch.

He darted to the side with his usual speed anyway, where there was some cover while Tenten did as she pleased. He threw the snowball at her just as he disappeared behind some foilage, not expecting to make a hit but hoping for the off-chance of a lucky shot.

[identity profile] no-prototype.livejournal.com 2006-08-27 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Might not," Jet agreed loud enough for Tenten to hear him, scooping up more snow for another ball. "But considerin' how you aim, it also might be my only shot."

The snow wasn't going to mask his movement anyway, even if he hid behind some gargantuan flowers. The good thing was that it worked both ways, like seeing her even though he was technically blind. It wasn't the best place to be, however. He sprinted out in the open, needing a better place to throw from.

[identity profile] no-prototype.livejournal.com 2006-08-27 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Hell, that was a bad idea.

The first snowball struck him on his arm, shoulder hunching up to keep it from hitting him in the face. He managed to evade the second one, merely a split second reaction to drop to the ground. It flew over his head. He barely managed to dodge the third, which brushed past his shoulder as he threw his weight to the side. He flung his own, hoping his aim would be true, while he reached downwards to quickly make another snowball.

Tenten definitely wasn't going to make this easy.

"Third one didn't count," he shouted as he staggered to his feet, finding it odd that he was grinning. "It barely grazed me!"

[ooc: sorry for the double post. x:]

[identity profile] no-prototype.livejournal.com 2006-08-27 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Jet was almost tempted to use a medium, burn the thrown snowballs midway before they could actually strike him. He could hear them purring quietly in his mind, but brushed them aside since Tenten wasn't using any of her clever jutsus. Arcana weren't necessary. Probably. Besides, for the first time in a long time, he wasn't in a life-or-death situation where he had to win.

"Gift? Don't think so," He snorted, packing in just a little more snow into the mass in his hands. It was already a given that Tenten was going to get another hit in when they started moving again. Her aim was better than most, but he could still dodge since his reaction times were quicker.

Truth was, he already knew he was going to lose. Badly. But he could still give Tenten a run for her money.

He hurled the snowball at her without warning, dashing once more for the cover he'd been heading for. He kept his eyes on her, watching for her throws.

[identity profile] no-prototype.livejournal.com 2006-08-27 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
His momentum forced him to keep going forward, which wasn't good considering the two snowballs heading straight for him. Jet dropped his weight backwards without thinking, skidding across a few feet of snow on his back. Snow got up his shirt, which was even worse than just throwing it around, though he ignored the distraction. He took the opportunity to grab at snow, packing it in one-handed as he hopped into a crouch, hurling the snowball at the same time.

[identity profile] no-prototype.livejournal.com 2006-08-27 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
He knew was going to get hit either way.

Jet lurched to one side to keep both snowballs from hitting him, using his forearm as a shield to keep one from hitting him square in the face. The other one flew past his shoulder, way too close to be comfortable. Heck, he'd almost made himself an easy mark for Tenten. Then again, who wouldn't an easy mark?

The chill was already beginning to affect him, piercing through his clothes and settling deep into his skin. The contact of clothing and flesh kind of stung. He should have put on an extra shirt, maybe warmer gloves. His fingers were already numb, though he reached down to pack in more snow between his hands.

"At least you ain't a total pushover," Jet muttered, trying to buy some time to get a plan together. It was bad enough she already had two hits in, but now his movements weren't going to be as quick and efficient. Damn snow. Who knew it would affect him that much?

[identity profile] no-prototype.livejournal.com 2006-08-28 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Damn if he couldn't feel heat radiating off of Tenten's hand. He scowled and ducked his head reflexively from her touch, dropping his snowball off to the side since it was currently trying to force his fingers to fall off.

"I wouldn't have made it past four," Jet muttered grumpily, shivering as he brushed off the rest of the snow from his hair. "I'm freezin'. You wanna get somethin' to eat then?"

[identity profile] no-prototype.livejournal.com 2006-08-28 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Girls were hard to fathom at times. What was the point of issuing a challenge when she'd already made lunch for them? It was exactly that kind of thing that made him wary of females. Who knew what they had up their sleeves? Not that it was in his right to complain, he hadn't eaten much besides noodles and sandwiches the past few days.

The out-stretched hands were easier to figure out.

"Bruised ego aside, that sounds good," he finally ventured, hesitant in taking her hands to warm up his frozen fingers. He wasn't used to touching other people. That was just a little to familiar.

"What'd ya make?"

[identity profile] no-prototype.livejournal.com 2006-08-28 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Neji. Hinata. He automatically raked his memory for faces to attach to the names, though it was futile attepmt. He didn't know who those people were. Let alone what they looked like. He'd find out later, once he got feeling back into his limbs.

"Wouldn't that food to go to waste," he shrugged, not wanting to appear too eager. Real food, for once! Maybe this whole snowball fight thing hadn't been a total waste of time, after all.

"Guess I'll take you out for lunch another time," he added as an afterthought. A deal was a deal in Jet's book.

[identity profile] no-prototype.livejournal.com 2006-08-28 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"S'no big deal," Jet replied as he followed, more than eager to get out from the cold and take up residence at the nearest heater. "I was gonna go crazy if I stayed inside anyway." He had a feeling that something or someone might have ended up getting shot if he hadn't found an excuse to get out.

He fingered the aforementioned scarf, which was better suited for the current weather than his two were, and absently pulled it up to keep his throat from being exposed.

"Yeah," he muttered, picking up his pace a little. He never liked talking to people's backs. "Thanks."

Jet followed Tenten "home", ignoring the fact that he felt like a stray dog while he was at it.