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The Terrible Trio (part 3)

(originally written 7/18/08)

Two hours later, the Terrible Trio had gained fourteen recruits (Leo had fashioned makeshift water guns out of the free water bottles near the pool by using a push pin to poke holes in the plastic caps) and approximately forty enemies. Jinx had rallied a group of girls against them, and astutely took the high ground (the upper decks) in order to drop water balloons on the Trio and their recruits.

“Damn,” swore Jay. “Where’d they get water balloons?”

“Just concentrate on dodging,” advised Derek, ducking under the staircase that led up to the balcony where it all started, and where Jinx had stationed her troops.

“Does it matter?” asked Leo, standing out in the open. “I’m pretty much soaked already.”

At that moment, a water balloon fell from above and burst on his head. Jinx’s laughter drifted down to them.

“Correction,” amended Leo. “Now I’m soaked.” He aimed his water-bottle gun at the upper decks, and was rewarded by a shriek and an angry yell.

“Come on,” said Derek. “We’ll make a break for the pool. I saw some towels there.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Leo, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet so that his shoes squelched pleasantly. “Maybe we should call it a truce soon.”

“This soon?” asked Jay. “What time is dinner anyway?”

Derek glanced at his watch. “In fifteen minutes. We should probably change, too.”

“Oh damn,” said Jay, looking down at himself. He examined the Roosevelt Academy: My name is… card in his lanyard, which was now bleeding ink that pooled in the bottom of the plastic sleeve that held it. Gingerly, he pulled his plastic student ID key card out from behind the welcome card. He went over to Leo and wrung out the edge of Leo’s shirt over the card to rinse it, then wiped it sort of dry on his own pants before shoving it in his back pocket. “Yeah we should probably change at some point.”

They peered out from under the staircase, and made quick work of spraying anyone they saw before sprinting out to the pool.

“They’re heading for the pool!” yelled Jinx behind them, and soon they heard the pounding footsteps of pursuers.

“Make a break for it, guys!” Derek yelled to the rest of their team as he launched himself at the wrought-iron gate surrounding the pool. He was going too fast to stop and open it, he realized. At the last second, he gripped the gate with both hands and managed to vault himself mostly over it. He pushed off with his feet and landed hard on the pool deck. Jay and Leo had followed, Leo staying behind to open the gate for their team. The bulk of their recruits got through, but it was too late to close it again before Jinx came streaking past and tackled Leo with all the force she could muster. He tried to fight back, dumping the contents of his water-bottle gun on her head, but she was stronger than he expected. Jay and Derek came running back to help, but Jinx gave one final shove, and Leo went tumbling into the pool, clothes and all. He managed to grab her arm, though, and she fell in after him.

Jay and Derek were laughing uncontrollably when the pair surfaced. Leo was grinning at his small victory amidst his defeat. Jinx sputtered with amused indignation and made her way to the pool’s edge.

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The Terrible Trio (part 2)

“What the hell just happened?” Derek asked of no one in particular as he stood on the lower balcony where just minutes ago, two guys came tearing through, followed by a very angry and slightly soaked girl. Passersby shrugged indifferently, having no good answer for him.

Derek wandered around for a bit, half thinking about whatever mayhem had just occurred, half thinking about other things that had happened since checking in on this ship. More than once, he nearly walked headlong into someone. The fifth time this happened, he started murmuring the standard apologies, but stopped short.

You two,” he said, a little accusingly, a little amazed as he stared at the two guys in front of him, the same two that had sprinted past him not ten minutes before.

“Do we know you?” asked the blond guy cautiously.

“Probably not, but I was wondering what happened up here earlier,” Derek said.

“That’s a fair question,” the blond guy asked his companion. “I just assumed what caused it, but now I want to hear the story straight from the horse’s mouth.”

Derek caught sight of the water gun poking out of the taller guy’s pocket. He grinned. “You better hope that girl didn’t bring a super-soaker.”

“No worries,” the tall guy replied. “Jay here’s got me covered.”

“I still have to find it in my luggage,” his friend reminded him. “Jason Cordizan, by the way. Call me Jay.”

“Derek Tasalis.”

“And this guy here with the water pistol that started the whole thing is Leo DeLuca,” Jay said.

“Nice to meet you both,” said Derek. “So now that we’ve got a water pistol and two super-soakers between us, what’s next?”

“Well…” began Leo.

“You have a super-soaker, too?!” exclaimed Jay.

Derek grinned again. “Yep, and packed conveniently near the top of my duffel bag.”

“My life is complete,” said Jay, turning his eyes to the heavens.

Leo laughed. “That girl won’t be the only one mad at us by the end of today.”

“Oh, but they’ll know who we are,” Derek assured him.

“Oh will they ever,” Jay cackled. “Let’s call ourselves something… I like alliteration. How about… ‘The Tenacious Trio’?”

“Sounds too much like Tenacious D,” commented Leo.

“How about-”

But Derek’s suggestion was cut short by the arrival of the girl from before, now mostly dry. “YOU. YOU TERRIBLE TERRIBLE PEOPLE,” she yelled at them.

All three suddenly grinned, thinking the exact same thought.

“Terrible Trio?” Leo said quietly, trying very hard not to burst out laughing.

“Done,” answered Derek.

“Done,” said Jay.

“What’s so funny, you butt-faced idiots?” the girl demanded.

Derek offered a hand. “Derek Tasalis. Nice to meet you. For the record, I didn’t do anything.”

Jay, seeing his chance to clear himself of blame, also proffered a hand. “Jay Cordizan. Derek didn’t do anything. And I just took the water gun after the fact.”

Leo, finding himself with no other choice, stuck his hand forward, too. “Leo DeLuca. Guilty as charged.”

The girl stared at the three of them, each grinning stupidly with his hand outstretched, and burst out laughing. “Jinx Li,” she said when she finally stopped laughing and feebly shook each of their hands.

“I hope you didn’t take the attack personally,” Leo began. “It was all in the name of a little fun.”

Jinx eyed him. “Oh, I took it personally. I just hope you don’t take it personally when I exact my revenge.”

“Meaning?” Leo asked, a bit like a man sentenced to death and awaiting the judge’s decision between electric chair and lethal injection. They made an interesting tableau there, Leo towering over Jinx in height, but positively cowering.

“You’ll see,” she grinned, and turned on her heel and walked away. “Nice meeting you guys,” she called over her shoulder.

“Oh damn,” said Jay.

The Terrible Trio (part 1)

Jay Cordizan had never felt better in his entire life. New school, new clothes, new scenery, new people-he loved it all.

The ocean breeze wrestled with his blond hair as he leaned against the railing, looking out at the lower decks and the outdoor pool. Each breath of salty air served to drug him to euphoria. The world is my oyster, he thought to himself.

He took a step back and looked around. To his left, some girls had clustered together and seemed to be discussing one girl’s necklace-he couldn’t be sure. Further down that way, a couple guys he’d met earlier were making gestures that suggested either surfing or computer games. Sighing with contentment, Jay turned lazily to his right.

Through the groups of his fellow students, he caught sight of some commotion near the end of the balcony, where it turned down towards the staircase. Suddenly, a tall, brown-haired guy came bursting out of the crowd, laughing his head off as he dodged a cluster of girls and sprinted along the balcony. In his wake, Jay thought he might’ve seen someone in pursuit, but before he could make out anyone from the crowd, the brown-haired kid was barreling straight at him.

“Whoa! What’s going on?” Jay demanded.

“LOOK OUT!” roared the guy. He managed to slow up slightly in front of Jay. “Here, take this,” he said, shoving a small plastic water gun into Jay’s hand. “Angry girl in pursuit,” he half-explained, and sprinted off again.

“Wait-what?!” Jay exclaimed. He looked back where the guy had come from, and caught sight of a short Asian girl heading his way, looking murderous as she jostled people aside. Fearing for his life now that he was in possession of the smoking gun (or dripping, as the case may be) and perfectly willing to give in to the excitement of the moment, he hop-skipped into a run and followed the other guy.

He pounded down the staircase and threw himself at the closest door, hoping it led towards the residence section of the ship. Not that I would know where to go anyway, he thought frantically. It opened into a narrow hallway with closed doors on all sides. He ignored the doors and sprinted around the turn in the hallway. Up ahead, he thought he saw the lighted atrium area, but even as he ran toward it, he realized he was up too many levels to make his getaway through the atrium floor. He’d have to take another staircase.

At top speed, he almost missed the doorway to the staircase, but managed to catch hold of the door frame with one hand and change directions. Soon he was pounding down flight after flight of stairs. At that point he had no idea if the girl was still chasing him or not-he didn’t mind running anyhow.

Panting heavily, he burst into the atrium floor, and sprinted across it. He just barely caught sight of the other culprit ducking through a door on a hallway up ahead. Taking a chance, he glanced behind him-all clear-and made for the same door. He slipped in and pulled the door shut just as he heard the door to the far stairwell slam open.

He caught his breath for a moment before taking stock of his surroundings: a bathroom, and the right one, too, judging by the urinals. Behind him, he could just barely hear the heavy breathing of the other guy in one of the stalls. To reassure his new partner in crime, Jay whispered, “Men’s restroom-good call.”

The guy whispered back, “Is she still following?”

“No idea. I think we gave her the slip.”

The guy emerged from the stall. On closer inspection, he had longish dark brown hair (now windswept), an almost jaunty smile, and a lanky figure that seemed to swing in his t-shirt and khaki shorts. “I’m Leo DeLuca, by the way,” he said, offering his hand. “On second thought…” He took back his hand and turned to the sink. “These bathrooms look clean, but you never know,” he joked, pumping liquid soap onto his palms.

Jay smiled, liking this Leo character more and more by the minute. “Jason Cordizan, but you can call me Jay.”

Leo meticulously rinsed and dried his hands before finally taking Jay’s hand and shaking it. “Nice to meet you, Jay. You still got that water gun?” he asked.

Jay nodded, producing the pistol from his left pocket. “Plus a super-soaker in my luggage somewhere.” He grinned at Leo’s resultant expression.

“You’re kidding,” he said in awe. “A man after my own heart.”

“You brought more than just this, right?” Jay asked, already knowing what the answer would be.

“Oh hell yeah,” Leo replied. “Although personally, I go for more of a MacGyver approach-you know, work with what you’ve got.”

“I like your thinking,” said Jay, slinging an arm around Leo’s shoulders. “I get the feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship…”

“I know exactly what you mean,” agreed Leo as they left the bathroom together.