Sept 23rd - Reaching an understanding?

[Constantine McGraw]

Stepping a little way away from the doors, so they wouldn't be over heard by anyone coming out, Con pulled out his smokes, lighting one.

"I know I'm gonna sound like an ass saying this, but I really do have somewhere to be." He didn't sound terribly happy about it, so perhaps it was genuine, not an excuse.

"Walk with me?"

[Jayda Nightridge]

Jayda nodded and fell into step beside Con, her hands slipping into her pockets as she walked.

"Sure.."

[Constantine McGraw]

"This is gonna be the 'about this morning' conversation right?" Con said, heading in the direction of the equipment room.

[Jayda Nightridge]

"You owe me for the sheets." Jayda said with a small grin.

"I dunno, just kinda seemed like we should say something. If you prefer not too though.."

[Constantine McGraw]

"What do you say to something like that? 'Thanks'? 'It was fun'? 'Lets do it again sometime'?"

[Jayda Nightridge]

"Look, I freely admit this being a social creature that talks to people is well over my head. I don't know what to say. Thanks?"

[Constantine McGraw]

"You're thanking me?"

[Jayda Nightridge]

"Yeah, is that strange? You did me a favour."

[Constantine McGraw]

"Ok." Con said, stopping in his tracks. "Tell me how that works exactly?"

[Jayda Nightridge]

"Huh?" Jayda stopped too, her fingers subconsciously pulling out her switch blade and beginning to flick it open and shut as she spoke her voice distant.

"Sometimes.. I have this edge, this need to push myself over it and you helped take that edge off."

[Constantine McGraw]

"Interesting.."

[Jayda Nightridge]

Jayda nodded her head silently, the flick of the blade comforting and filling the silence with regular beats.

[Constantine McGraw]

Con suddenly spun, hair and coat billowing behind him, grabbing Jayda and pinning her against the wall.

"Do you have that edge now? That need? My blades won't stick or break, they'll slide right through your ribs." he growled, his tone low and menacing.

[Jayda Nightridge]

"You Promise?" Jayda's heart was beating rapidly, through excitement or fear she just couldn't tell.

[Constantine McGraw]

As quickly as it had come, the moment passed, Con released Jayda and stood back.

"We all have our needs Jay."

[Jayda Nightridge]

"So I tell myself too." Jayda straightened her jacket and loosened her hair from its pony tail.

"Self loathing can do strange things to a person."

[Constantine McGraw]

"Why do you hate yourself?"

[Jayda Nightridge]

Jayda looked up at him from underneath her bangs, her sable eyes taking in his every feature with curiousity. What did he mean? Wasn't that obvious?

"Because I am not the best. I failed during the mission and that is unacceptable." Her tone was genuine and truthful.

"I need to be the perfect soldier, there is no room for losers and I don't intend on being one."

[Constantine McGraw]

"That's bullshit."

[Jayda Nightridge]

"That is your opinion and yours alone. I don't have to justify it too you or anyone." Jayda's tone was ice cold and her eyes darkened considerably. The clicking of the knife stopping as she left it open.

"I have a job, I failed it in the past and I won't do so again."

[Constantine McGraw]

"You going to use that or just play with it?"

[Jayda Nightridge]

Jayda was gone in an instant and appeared behind him raising the knife towards his throat, silent and deadly.

"If you insist."

[Constantine McGraw]

Con turned to meet the knife, looking unconcerned. He was, however, watching Jayda's eyes to gauge her intent.

[Jayda Nightridge]

Jayda's eyes were steeley hard having slipped into her 'black mode' where very little else mattered other than causing a whole lot of pain. Her body was still and deadly, perfectly controlled right down to the blinking of her eyes.

"You want to look me in the eyes while I kill you? Thats fine." Her voice was as hard as her eyes as she swiped her blade towards his throat.

[Constantine McGraw]

Con stood motionless as the knife came in. Motionless that is except for a flickering of the hands.

Jayda would find herself flung backwards, Con's eyes tracking her.

"No, I wanted to see if you'd do it."

[Jayda Nightridge]

Without thinking about it Jayda landed deliberately soft then pulled her knees up so that she rolled backwards and came back up onto her feet. She snarled and stayed crouched low to the ground ready to spring again.

"In half a heartbeat." Her voice was ice.

[Constantine McGraw]

Something like amusement flashed across Con's face as he nodded before he resumed his walk to the equipment room.

[Jayda Nightridge]

Jayda paused for a moment considering throwing a knife at his departing form for the briefest of instances before snapping her switchblade closed and putting it away. She ran a hand through her hair pushing her bangs back and allowing herself to relax a little, her eyes fading from black to their regular sable.

[Constantine McGraw]

Con looked back as he reached the doorway, a smirk creasing his face.

"It's gonna be one hell of a ride."

[Jayda Nightridge]

In that moment Jayda really wished she had thrown it, more than anything she had ever wanted.

"You don't even know."

[Constantine McGraw]

"Finding out's half the fun." Con replied, then vanished into the equipment room.

[Byrna Cooper]

"Jayda?"

Bear looked out of the debriefing room, wondering what was going on.

"You okay?"

[Jayda Nightridge]

"I am going to kill him, Bear. Just had to make sure he knew it was a promise." Jayda laughed though something about her eyes would show that she meant it.

"Don't worry though, not today, we still got time for team building."

[Byrna Cooper]

"Thats.. good, right?"

Smiling, they headed back to the debriefing room.