By shadows/of/flame aka red/nyte/dancer
Warning. Pink ribbons. And make up.
This is for weiila, eyeslikesilk and funeralparty, because you can always have too many MS's...
Rain pattered against the window, and a pair of bright blue eyes slowly fluttered open, slowly being for added effect.
Evian, whos name we know even though we have never met her, smacked her alarm clock and 'accidentally' knocked it to the floor.
"I didn't know I had so much strength!" she exclaimed piggishly, getting out of bed, unusually happy for one that had just woken up.
"No school today! WOOTAH!" she screamed, somehow quite miraculously managing to avoid waking up her whole household.
It took her a long time to choose what she was going to wear, probably because she knew she'd get described in an overly descriptive manner, as always.
...or so she thought. :)
She tied back her "lustrious, flaming red locks" into "an elaborate ponytail" and finally got dressed, switching on her PS2 while she looked in the mirror.
Who knew girls were multi tasked! And who knew that girls could switch on something several metres away AND look in the mirror at the same! Genius!
Evian wore a moonstone pendant around her neck that had been passed down through her family for centuries.
Even though the first man to walk on the moon had only been about 50 odd years ago, and that it was illegal to take chunks of the moon for your own uses, Evian seemed to be ignorant to that fact and boasted about the pendant to everyone she came across.
Clunky (and undoubtedly ugly) bangles cluttered her wrists and ankles, and seems the mirror could not take anymore of her image, lets say she wore simple sneakers, jeans, a tank top, and pimples.
Turning her attention to her TV, she saw that it was slowly loading, and that it kept freezing at random places.
"Oh, damned thing!" she cursed, using the good ol' human self-repair method and smacked the PS2.
A huge portal opened up in her screen, and she peered into it, suddenly remembering all of those fanfictions she'd read on the internet.
"I'm gonna be sucked into Jak 2! LIEK, YAY! FINALLY Lets go bonk Praxis, Krew, Jak, Torn, Erol, Sig, Damas and Kleiver like in the fanfics!"
Mar help her, as Torn would later say...
0o0o0
She awoke to a man standing over her, undoubtedly glaring at her. As her vision cleared, Evian discovered that she had A) woken up in a gutter (in the worlds general opinion, the best place in the world for her), and B) she was lying in the gutter by the Underground hideout.
Her clothing was untouched, as it was M4G1K, but she suffered many cuts and bruises that she no doubt would expect Torn to nurse back to health.
"Give me ONE good reason why I shouldn't blow your head right off your shoulders."
She ignored the fact that Jak had been talking to this guy, shoved the poor soul back a couple of metres ("OMG! MY STRENGTH! WHOA!"), and stood in front of who she now saw was Torn, trying to make her eyes sparkle so he WOULDN'T blow her head off.
"You! Torn! Do you think I fell out of the sky for nothing? I want in the Underground!"
Torn glared at her, Evian's puppy dog eyes having absolutely no effect whatsoever on the hardened warrior.
"Oh, sure! Whatever! It's a 'let-everyone-join-the-Underground-and-fall-in-love-with-Torn-day', isn't it?" he asked, his voice dripping with poison that could have killed a huge, giant, metal spider.
Evian's eyes watered - she had never been treated this way before.
"That is NOT going to work on me." Torn snapped.
She burst into floods of tears ("OH! My life! Torn's being m33n!"), and seems Torn and Jak had seen it so many times before, they ignored her until she stopped.
Which, eventually, she did.
The two men looked at her, wondering what her next move was.
Suddenly... She flew at Torn, wrapping her arms around his waist, and he glared at her in disgust.
"Oh Torny, you didn't REALLY mean that!" she giggled. "You dog you!" and apart from not knowing what a dog was, Torn knew now that she would have to die. Slowly and painfully.
"I am NOT a dog." he snapped, getting irritable. "Get off me."
"But--! Toooorny!"
Torn looked at Jak, and Jak could only look back sympathetically.
"Hey! You like pretty pink ribbons and make up Torny?"
"I-AM-NOT-TORNY." the second in command hissed, knowing his fuse was lit and growing shorter every second.
The person that was possibly going to save Haven City from utter doom was standing there - not the annoying girl that was latched onto him, the blond boy and his rat - and this... ('Mary Sue, that seems appropriate.' Torn decided sarcastically), was going to blow it.
Jak couldn't help but snicker. 'Make up... Hehehe. What a poor sucker.' the blond mused, watching the events unfold in front of him.
"Hehe, tattooed wonder here looks like he wants to drop kick his littl' girlfriend off the nearest cliff." Daxter sneered.
You could have fried a Flut-Flut egg on Torn's face at that comment.
"Every time I played Jak III, I died exactly the way you did every time Torn." Evian gushed, and Torn almost shuddered at the thought.
Besides, what was Jak III? When had he died? If he'd died, he'd be dead already.
A nasty grin spread over Jak's face, and he leant over to whisper in Torn's ear.
"If she'll die everytime you do, try faking your death so she kills herself?" he suggested, and the ex-commander's face could not have been more evil.
"Hey, Evian, wanna go hunt some Metal Heads together?"
Will prolly be continued :D