Hey, dudes, c'est moi! your friendly neighborhood psychotic potatoe!
Jen: you should really reconsider that name...
PP:...why?
Jen: just think for a minute, it'll come to you...
PP:...I still don't get it...
Jen: why must I be stuck with such a moron?
PP: Because you love me? Now do the disclaimer!
Jen:*sigh* Psychotic Potatoes does not own Jak and Daxter, Naughty Dog does. If she did the game would be exactly like this and she wouldn't be writing it here.
PP: Thank you.
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"Let me go, asshole!"
Jak looked up at the yell. Looks like Erol's found some new play-things he thought bitterly, only to be thoroughly surprised when two girls were thrown into his cell. The taller of the two immediately jumped up and viciously attacked the door while yelling all manor of obscenities at Erol's turned back. The shorter one stood calmly by and waited as her friend screamed her head off.
"You better pray that I never get out of here!" she screamed at him. Erol responded by flipping her the bird (which only caused her to yell louder). "Aargh! I am going to fuckin' murder you! I'm gonna rip out your fuckin' eyes and tear off your slimy hands! I am going to drain every ounce of blood from your fuckin body! I'm gonna take your fuckin' balls and- " Jak stopped listening at the last one and turned away with a shudder. Asshole or not, no one, not even Erol, deserved that…well maybe Erol did deserve it, he must've done something to warrant these threats.
"Erol groped her," the short one spoke, as if reading Jak's thoughts.
"Ah."
"My name is Elle, by the way" she said.
"Jak," he returned. "Who's she?"
"Cynder, but she prefers Sin." Elle answered.
"You, Blondie!" Sin yelled from the door. Jak twitched at the nickname.
"Yes?" he growled.
"What the hell are we doing here?"
Jak gave her a look that obviousely said 'how the hell should I know?' but answered anyway. "Beats me."
"Fuck it, I want out!" she yelled, rattling the bars on the door.
"Good luck" Jak said, lying back on his bed. "I've been trying for months."
"FUCK!" she swore loudly.
"Calm down, Sin," Elle said, now leaning against the wall. Sin copied her movement, after giving the door one last good kick, and leaned against the wall opposite Jak's bed. Jak took this opportunity to examine his new cell mates.
Elle was almost a foot shorter than Sin. She had tanned skin, long raven hair, and deep red eyes that shone with calm intensity. She had a look that made one want to listen attentively to everything she said.
Sin, on the other hand, was almost six feet tall (5'9" to be exact). She had pale skin, deep red hair, and bright emerald eyes that held a wild defiance; the same found in the eyes of wild predators, but Jak could also identify intelligence in those deep green pools. All in all, she did not look like someone he wanted to piss off.
"Hey, blondie," Jak twitched again. "What's with the chair?" Jak turned to look where Sin was gesturing and shuddered. That chair was a thing of nightmares.
"You better hope you've got nothing to do with it," he warned.
"There's no use hoping," Erol's voice floated through the door. He had returned flanked by ten Krimson Guards. "Grab that one," he gestured to Sin.
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PP: That wasn't to bad, was it?
Jen: better than that naruto slash you've been writing lately.
PP: HEY!! Don't dis the slash! Now do what I said.
Jen: why can't Conscience do it?
PP: Because conscience is locked in the box right now.
Jen:...Fine. Psychotic Potatoes say please review. there, i did it. are you happy now?
PP: very. here's your cookie.
Jen: COOKIE!! wait...what kind?
PP: choclate chip.
Jen:...oh...COOKIE!!
PP: now please push the pretty button. go on, you know you want to :D