[centre][b][h1][color=firebrick]Jamison[/color][/h1][/b]

[color=firebrick]Location: Junker Town, Australia
Interacting with: Raelene[@vicier][/color][/centre]

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Jamison, never one to sit still, had quite despised the almost twenty hour flight all together, something he would rarely suffer for, except for his family. For his cousin, Raelene. He was her guardian, poor one that he was, and needed to check up on her from time to time. Particularly when Mako had told him Raelene wanted to come to overwatch. So, trunk empty of all bombs, pockets empty of everything that could be considered deadly. He felt naked without it all. But he’d promised Angela he wouldn’t get into trouble, and having bombs on a plane sure did spell trouble. Making it through security however was fun-his arm certainly caused concern between guards, and Jamison chuckled, happily sitting through it for the simple fact it puzzled the [i]suits[/i]. Eventually making it out of the airport, Jamison blinked blearily about him, chuckling to himself. 

He eventually found transportation, very reluctant to not [i]not[/i] steal one. But that would cause trouble. And Angela could be frightening. Besides, he wanted to spend time with Raelene. Not in some cell. Although that would be [i]fun[/i] as well. As he drove, and boy, was that fun, Jamison let his thoughts roam. He was itching to get his hands on some explosives, and as soon as he was out of the city, Jamison began to speed, traveling wildly without, it seemed, a care in the world. Traveling to Junker town, Jamison couldn’t help the happy feeling of [i]home[/i], even if things hadn’t always been good there. Mako was there, and so was Raelene, his little Rae Rae. He might only be a handful of years older than her, but they were family, and Family was important. They were all, the three of them, the only ones they had. Jamison would do anything for Mako and Raelene. Anything. 

As Junker town appeared, that spark of excitement grew and Jamison slowed, studying it a moment. The town was, as it had been the last time he saw it, a scattering of dwellings that rose in the air, on what was the ruins of a previous community, built up from the ground after the war. Scavenging was common-you could often find pieces from omnics, and Jamison had scavenging the materials for his own bombs, for his own arm, and Raelene’s. He’d helped give her a place, and despite the cut-throat society,. Jamison knew that Raelene was safe, especially with Mako there. He was at times troubled, wondering if he should be the one to stay with Raelene, but Mako had proved to be an efficient bodyguard, and Jamison knew she was safer than...well, them at the overwatch base in Mako’s care. Still, he was her guardian...and even if she was of age, at least according to Aussie standards, Jamison would also be her guardian. They were all they had. 

Parking the car out the front of the house, Jamison set the alarm, although he knew that that wouldn’t stop the junkers for long, he’d set some traps about later, he turned to the house, one of the better ones-Jamison had been a fine scavenger, he drew in a breath and let it out in a shout [color=firebrick]”Rae Rae! I’m home!”[/color]