Ready...Aim...FIRE! (Macy)

[MATTHEW PETERSON]

Of all the places to hurl a water balloon at an unsuspecting stranger, Matt had to say that from a tree was by far the best option. It provided all the necessary cover from passers-by, a wonderfully comfortable place to sit in waiting, and a fantastic angle from which to drop the waterlogged bomb onto whomever one saw fit. In all, it was just a brilliant way to spend an afternoon. He was positively diabolical. A complete mastermind. That stupid mother hadn't even noticed when he'd snuck up behind her and taken the balloon right from under her nose; served her right, for making all those kids wash their hands before having cake. What fun was that?

Matt had absolutely no idea how long he'd been perched on that branch, but his legs were starting to cramp and faith in his plan was beginning to think about wavering, which was never a good sign. Shifting his weight ever so slightly, he leaned forward to peek out from the branches; it was easier to find targets that way.

Luck (or his own brilliance) seemed to be shining on him today, for it took only ten seconds for Matt to locate his victim. She was...well, in his professional opinion, really stupid looking. Not the dumb sort of stupid, just the I-spend-way-more-time-on-my-hair-than-I-do-outside kind, which to Matt was infinately worse. He held his breath as she aapproached, grinning wickedly at the thought of messing up every single one of those obnoxious ringlets. Tongue in cheek, he waited until the girl was just below him to release the weapon.

As all of his attacks did, it went exactly as it should have. Caught up in the moment of success, Matt acutally lept to his feet (barely avoiding knocking his head on a branch in the process) and cupped his hands around his mouth, letting out a loud crow of victory. He swung down from the branch then, landing with his arms crossed over his chest and a cocky smirk on his lips. "Oops. I--uh...Sorry 'bout that. Looks like you got a little wet, there..." he was shaking as he spoke, and ended up actually pressing his fist against his mouth so as to stifle the inevitable laughing fit.

[safetypinalert10]

It was a lovely, brilliant, shining spring day. The air was crisp, and the sun was warm against her skin. Granted she was still a little on the pale side from her years indoors searching for Hunter--she found him now and could begin getting her wonderful tan back.

Today was a white day, she felt. Crisp and clean like the air. A cool, breezy white sundress, flipflops, and of course--her favorite white purse. She took careful time to apply her pink lipstick onto her mouth, and extra special care to curl her blonde hair just perfectly so.

Macy even perfected a walk long ago; minimal bounce to keep her hair perfectly in check. Central park was just buzzing with life, and of course--she was in her little fantasy world. Until she heard a pop over her head, and she completely froze. It took her a moment to realize there was water dripping down her shoulders, and off her purse. And that her curls were now limp--and they had hairspray in them, so they would only freeze and frizz once her hair dried. The white fabric flower in her hair drooped.

She had to be dreaming. It couldn't have been raining, right? Slowly, she raised her head, staring at the boy infront of her. And he was laughing. He was fucking laughing. "This was a Valentino. Of the retired. Collection." She gritted through her teeth. The bag around her arm had cost a fortune--almost three thousand dollars. And the leather was now soaked.

Macy picked up a floppy strand of blonde hair, before letting it lifelessly drop back onto her shoulder. She turned her brownish green eyes back onto the boy. She dropped her sopping wet purse to the ground, and cracked her knuckles, "Oh, you're fucking dead." She growled, before kicking off her flip-flops and tearing after the boy that had just ruined her day.

Notes: Macy gonna kill 'em.
Outfit:Voilaaaaaaruined.

[MATTHEW PETERSON]

"Valenti--haha--What?!" Matt was actually clutching his side now, delighting in the reaction he'd really wanted. She was really overreacting, in his opinion. It was just a purse. And a fairly ugly one, at that; he'd never understood why girls cared so much about the things. They just got in the way. "Be happy. Now you don't have to lug that thing around anymo-- Oh."

Matt gulped loudly, eyes widening in shock. The laugh seemed to leave his lips and hover in the air for a moment before vanishing entirely. Then, it happened all over again. Grin spreading viciously over his face, there was a spark in Matt's eyes as he watched the girl crack her knuckles, threaten him. "Catch me if you can," he gave her a quick salute before tearing off down the path.

There was no way she was going to catch him, of course. Matt knew this park better than anyone he'd ever met, and girls in dresses couldn't run well, anyway. This could be fun. He turned to jog backwards for a few steps, taking note of where the girl was before ducking behind a tree. God, this was a good day.

[safetypinalert10]

This little shit. Talking to her like he was an old friend, an old pal. She didn't even know his name, and he wasn't even concerned about the fact he had just ruined a designer, THREE-FUCKING-THOUSAND-DOLLAR-PURSE. Of course--she could've very calmly picked up her purse, and went back home. Attempted to mend her purse--and fix her hair. But her reaction was much like a shark who smelled blood.

Watching the laughter die in his eyes, and the momentary fear in his eyes made her relax for a moment. Maybe he'd apologize--but nope. Instead he grinned and ran. It was easier to run through the park with no shoes on, and she frank did not care about her dress. The dress was an accessory to her hair and purse. Without those two things, it didn't matter if the dress of messy, or if she showed too much leg.

Macy was going to make him pay--exactly how, she wasn't entirely sure. If he was spending his day terrorizing innocent park-goers, chances are he didn't have enough money to pay for her purse. And she wouldn't trust this fiend with touching her hair. Ugh, she was going to kill him. Murder him the second her hands grabbed him.

He had gravely mistaken one Macy Heather Gentle, for being delicate and as girly inside, as she was outside.

She was within just a few feet when he turned backwards. She gritted her teeth, and put speed on, barreling behind the tree after him. Her fingers swiped out, attemtping to snatch his shirt, "You little shit, get your skinny, scrawny ass over here. NOW."

Notes:Ohgod. shortpostisshort.

[MATTHEW PETERSON]

Maybe he would've been able to run faster if he hadn't been laughing so hard. Then again, maybe he wouldn't have been having half as much fun if he hadn't let her catch up to him; Matt was very much convinced the only reason the girl was anywhere near him was because he'd allowed it, after all.

"Oooh, language!" he taunted her as he darted around the other side of the tree, just poking his head around the corner for her to see. Still laughing as she snatched at his shirt, Matt weaved his way between two more of the trunks before moving on to the next plan of action; aerial cover.

He jumped into the tree quickly, swinging his legs around the branch so that he was just out of arms' reach for her. Matt rested there, arms folded behind his head, and closed his eyes for a moment, just to taunt her more fully. "You know, that's not really any way to tell someone you want to talk to them. I'm not too sure I want anything to do with you now, the way you're overreacting. It was just water," he sat upright then, leaning forward a bit to look her in the eye. "I mean, just think...it could've been filled with grape soda or something."

[safetypinalert10]

She wasn't going to laugh, because she was mad. When she calmed down, it could possibly be funny. Macy wasn't without humor, afterall. But right now she was still running on her anger over her hair and purse being ruined.

Her head snapped back when Matt went into the tree, and she scowled at him. Without thinking, she leaned down, scooping up acorns from the ground, thowing that and the clump of dirt at him as hard as she could, "Get down here!" She all but screeched, drawing attention from a few people nearby. "It was water that ruined my Valentino and my hair!" She screamed, pacing beneath his branch like a lion waiting for the bird to fall from the nest.

Macy stopped walking when he looked her in the eye, and her brows knitted over her eyes with the perfectly curled lashes. "You're not even a bit sorry that you've ruined my bag or my hair! I could've been on my way to an important place. Or that could have been a gift from my deceased grandmother," She pointed a finger at him, "And you aren't even sorry!" She hissed, jumping upwards, trying to grab him and yank him straight out of the tree. It was almost comical, watching her try and grab him or the branch, when she was just a little too short to be able to reach.

[MATTHEW PETERSON]

Matt watched with quiet amusemnt and curiosity as Macy picked up the acorns from the ground, never once believing she would actually hit him. He didn't even move out of the way as the acorns pelted him in the face; in fact, there was only just enough to for him to throw his hands up in defense. "OW! What're you insane?!" he yelled down at her once he'd wiped the grit from his mouth.

"I can hear you just fine from up here," he replied snootily, snapping off a small twig he planned to throw at her eye. "You wanna talk so badly, why don'tcha come join me?" he snickered at the cleverness of it all, of him, sitting up so much higher than she could ever possibly reach. She might as well just give up. It was just water...and besides, the bag couldn't possibly be ruined that badly. And her hair looked funny now. So that was definitely a plus.

Rolling his eyes in a sort of "this oughtta be good" kind of way, he stretched out on his stomach to listen to what Macy was planning on ranting about next. It wasn't the most comfortable position, resting his cheek on his hands like that, but it was obnoxious, and would therefore have to do. He shook his head. His voice was slightly muffled by the way he was resting, but there was no doubt in his mind that she would hear and understand him. "Could've been...but it wasn't. And what've I got to be sorry for? 'S your own fault you walked under the tree," he explained easily, shrugging his shoulders as he watched her jump up and down. Laughing harder and harder at each of her pathetic attempts, Matt decided to taunt her further; slowly, he lowered his right hand down from his perch, dangling it a bit closer to her.She probably could've reached it if she really wanted to. But she wouldn't. He had complete confidence in that. "Besides, what're ya gonna do, anyway? Beat me with the purse?" he scoffed at the stupidity of the girl; she couldn't touch him.

[safetypinalert10]

"I could ask you the same damn thing!" Macy growled at him, placing her hands on her hips, looking rather smug when he seemed startled that she had thrown the dirt and acorns. "And I'm not gonna because you'll try and shove me out of the tree and make me break my neck!" She paced under his branch a few times.

"It's Central Park!" Macy's arms dropped to her side, looking completely exasperated, "There are trees everywhere." God, was this kid a moron or something?! And his laughing was grating on her nerves. She was damn close to just attempting to cling the damn tree. "No, you ruined my purse. So I'm going to beat you with my fists instead." She hissed, jumping upwards, her nails brushing her arm, just barely missing him.

Macy stared up at him from the ground. If she just jumped a little bit higher, she could grab him. Or...

She leaned down again, picking up another handful of dirt and acorns. "Last chance. And I promise you--I've got more dirt down here, than you've got up there." Macy said, plucking an acorn out of her hand, tossing it up and down, before throwing it at Matt's head. "And if you don't come down, I'm going to start finding rocks. You're coming out of that tree one way or another."

Boys were so stupid(except Hunter of course. But Hunter was a man, men were different). He could either willingly come out of that tree--or she'd shoot him right on out of him. Smug little bastard. She just wanted that smile off of his damn face.

[MATTHEW PETERSON]

"Hey! What'd I tell you 'bout language?" Matt scolded with raised eyebrows. The look turned suddenly sour at Macy's suggestion that he'd shove her out of the tree, however, and he sat up suddenly while brandishing the twig still in his hand in her general direction. "What makes you think I'd do that?! That's just about the most unfair thing I've ever heard. Only a good for nothing cheating sack of filth would think of that one," he scowled mightly for a good thirty seconds or so. The nerve of some people.

He shrugged, cocky grin never leaving his face. "Lotsa trees, and you never know which one might attack...There's a reason you're supposed to be aware of your surroundings, you know," It was so much easier to be haughty when you were the one on higher ground. He watched as her fingers grazed his arm, so outrageously confident in himself that he didn't even move as she touched him; in fact, Matt yawned. "Aww, really? I donno how bad that'll hurt, but...'S your call," he shrugged again, raising an eyebrow as he looked her up and down. There was absolutely no way she was going to be able to hurt him with just her bare hands. Hell, there was no way she was going to catch him.

This time he managed to deflect the acorn, sending it falling to the ground with a swat of his hand. "I am?" he called out with another laugh, disbelief more than evident as he shook his head. "Rocks? Really? I donno...ya think you'll be able to lift 'em? Ya know, without breaking a nail?" The concern was there on his face, but it broke almost instantaneously as the mischevous glint in his eyes shone brighter.

[safetypinalert10]

“I will use whatever fucking language that I want.” Macy growled, staring at the twig he was pointing at her. “At least I’d know you were pushing me out of the tree. But dropping a water balloon on someone while hiding like a child is totally not cheating.” She placed her hands on her hips, her pale cheeks pink with frustration.

She chucked another acorn after him when the other acorn failed to make contact. But at the mention of breaking a nail, she threw the last fistful of dirt and acorns at him, before dashing to the base of the tree and plucking up a rock the size of her palm. She tossed it up and down, catching it in the same hand as though it were something light and gentle like a baseball.

“I dunno, think you can avoid a rock without breaking your face?” She tilted her head, and pointed to the ground with the hand previously on her hips. “Come down here and apologize.” Macy was calming down somewhat. She was starting to get use to his attitude, a childish attitude. Macy actually smiled up at him, and lowered her hand in the rock, and tucked her arms sweetly behind her back, and walked closer to the branch. “I mean, unless you’re a chicken. You’re too scared to come down here and apologize. Which is completely understandable. I mean, you’re afraid of girls, right?”

[MATTHEW PETERSON]

Matt paused for a second, brow furrowing as he contemplated the idea. Had he been cheating? No! Of course not. He shook his head sharply with another jab of the twig in Macy's direction. "It's not cheating! It's a surprise, he shrugged, tossing the twig over his shoulder, away from Macy. " 'S not my fault ya didn't like it."

Wincing slightly as the second acorn bounced off his forehead, Matt suddenly wished he hadn't disposed of his weapon so quickly; the thought to break off another branch was only beginning to occur to him when Macy's taunting again reached his ears. Matt lept upwards onto another branch, peeking down at her by pushing a few of the smaller limbs to the side. "I donno, probably," he shrugged before sticking his tongue out at her. "Make me!"

Still, he was curious. She was lowering her rock, after all, and that had to be a good thing. Matt hesitated as she smiled, and was even just about to return it when-- "Hey! I'm not a chicken!" he snapped, face lost behind the leaves, now rustling as he jostled his way angrily down the tree. Every so often it was possible to see his head poke out from between the leaves to yell something down in Macy's direction, his face getting more irritable with each outburst. "I am not--!" Crash. "--Afraid--" his hair was quite infested with various small twigs and leaves at this point. "--Of girls! I'm not afraid of anything," he added simply as he plopped down on the ground, straightening up just out of Macy's reach. " 'Course, that'd mean I just don't wanna apologize, wouldn't it? Guess I'm just not that sorry," he shrugged again, smirking as he brushed a clump of dirt from his elbow.

[safetypinalert10]

Macy was beginning to understand the fun of taunting her opponent. Of course, hitting him with the acorns was fun too—and was giving her an outlet for her frustration at Hunter’s abandonment a few days prior. She fought the muscles in her face, trying to keep from bursting out laughing, when Matt snapped at her, and disappeared into the trees.

She listened to the snaps, and breaks, and rustling of him working his way down from the tree. Good—he was on the ground. Just barely out of her reach—nothing a lunge wouldn’t fix. Which is exactly what she did. She dropped the rock from her hands, and leapt forward, grasping Matt’s shirt, and tumbling over with the force of her push. She struggled with him to the ground, surprisingly strong for a Barbie Doll looking girl.

Macy struggled to her feet, with her hands still pushing on Matt’s chest. She hovered over hem, bent over, leaning most of her weight on him. “You are not going anywhere until you apologize, you little punk.” She hissed, her hands curling into fists in his shirt. If he rolled or bolted, she was going with him. Either way—she was latched on with a death grip that made her knuckles turn white.

[MATTHEW PETERSON]

"Uh-oh," Matt's eyes widened in shock as Macy lunged forward. He took a step back, but not nearly fast enough; before he knew it, he was on the ground with the girl on top of him. Squirming, tugging at her hand, just plain flopping around like a dying fish--it was all useless. There was no way she was actually that strong. Matt actually shook his head in disbelief as she struggled to her feet and still managed to keep him pinned down.

Then, he grinned. Ear to ear, as if being trapped by this psychotic woman was exactly what he'd planned on spending his day doing. It was almost more entertaining than climbing trees alone, that was for sure. "Guess I'll be here for a while, then," he made an attempt to shrug, but was forced to stop about halfway through because of the way she was grabbing his shirt. "Or," he added, body suddenly going tense. "You could just give up trying," with that he rolled deftly to the side, not once thinking that perhaps she wouldn't want dirt as well as water all over her white dress.

[safetypinalert10]

Macy loved the surprised look on Matt’s face when she jumped at him. Her hands only tightened when his attempted to pry her hands off, a wicked smile curling her lips. “What is it, kiddo? Scared?” She taunted when he continued to struggle against her grip; only for her smile to fade when he grinned. This kid had to be bi-polar or something—going from looking like he was going to have a total freak out, to grinning at her.

She bit the inside of her cheek, her grip loosening just for a second when she felt him go rigid beneath her. “I don’t give up---WHAT THE—“ When he rolled, her balance was thrown off, and she hit the grass, staining her dress with dirt and green. However, she didn’t seem mad about it, her outfit was already ruined when he had dropped the stupid ass water balloon on her. Instead, she laughed. Her body was awkwardly draped over his, but her hands still gripped his shirt, the material twisted from her grip.

“What about you give up, and just apologize already, you little runt.” One hand let go of his shirt, digging into the ground to grab a clump of grass and dirt, and grinded it into his messy hair, “Seriously, just apologize and maybe I won’t be hell bent on making you look like a mud man.”

[MATTHEW PETERSON]

Matt scrunched his face up at the girl, indignant in his response. "Nuh-uh! I--told you--I'm--not--scared!" he spoke through gritted teeth in another attempt to wrench her hands from his shirt. Another failed attempt.

Still, she looked surprised at his smile, and that had to count for something, didn't it? He certainly thought so. Matt was laughing once they'd completed the awkward, flailing sort of roll, completely oblivious to just how strange their position probably looked to any and all passersby. Sheesh, it really was quite incredible, the way he was able to taunt her even while supposedly at her mercy. He really was good at this whole thing, wasn't he?

Shaking his head again, Matt shrugged. "I don't see why it's such a big--Hey! Watch it!" he spluttered, suddenly flailing his arms up around his head in an attempt to swat her hands away. It wasn't the fact that the dirt was in his hair that bothered him--in fact, Matt couldn't have cared less about that bit--but the random bits that seemed to be flying towards his mouth. He shook his head once she'd finished, hoping to fling at least a bit of debris back into her face. "Ooohh a mudman?" he half-whispered in apparent awe once he'd finished imitating a wet dog. "How long d'ya think that'll take? I haven't got all day, you know."