[u][i]Aisha "Newt" & Jago Javuant.[/i][/u] --- "I win, I win, I [i]wiiiiin[/i], I win..." Newt repeated again and again as she danced a circle around Jago. With the cheekiest smile on her face. Jago merely looked at her with the driest of all looks, and propped his head onto the palm of his hand. Waiting patiently for Newt to stop rubbing it in already. However, Newt suddenly came to a stop once those ears of hers picked up something. She froze like a statue, and didn't move a muscle. The sound was a car pulling up, and the door slamming shut behind whoever this new person was. Newt heard footsteps and breathing approach, but unfortunately her sense of smell wasn't as good as Henry's, so it was hard for her to pick up the scent. All the people it could be quickly ran through her head, but first and foremost, she knew that they were trouble. "[i]It's the fuzz[/i]!" Newt whipped around and shouted at Jago at the exact moment Henry kicked down the door. Bah. What a dick. Now they have to put that back up or else the crackheads will pour in here! He could have knocked, or take a side entrance. But noooo, he had to kick down the door like some god damn action here. Nothing could have annoyed Newt more than that. Even seeing her friend was overshadowed by the damage. Oh boy. Jago rolled his eyes as he raised his handheld above his head and snapped his DS close. Looks like those little bitches had to run off and get NEST's little pet iguana to fight their battle. Pa-thetic in all it's definitions. But, Jago was gonna set those bitches straight later, what he should be worrying about is what's happening now. Lizard-fucker is probably gonna to bust a nut because they're somewhere they're not [i]supposed[/i] to be. A nasty ass roller rink that is literally a waste of space! Look at [i]all[/i] the [i]trouble[/i] they're causing here. Well, maybe shooting snowballs at people counted as "causing trouble" - but, man, if you can't take a itty bitty snow hitting you in the face, then get the fuck back inside and play with your barbie dolls like the kitten you are. But whatever, not [i]everyone[/i] is [i]tough enough[/i] to take it. That's fine. What isn't is running to [i]the man[/i] whenever you get in over your head. And lo and behold, here they are, probably about to get bitched at because they aren't being "model citizens" ([i]What the fuck is a model citizen anyway? Someone who kisses politician ass all day?[/i]). Jago sighed, and, yes, rolled his eyes one more time. He jumped up to his feet to a hop, and just knew when the lecture was coming. Pttf. He knew what Henry was going to say - and to the surprise of [i]no one[/i], he wasn't wrong. Blah, blah, blah, those kids told the [i]teacher[/i] on them. Blah, blah, blah, they can't be hanging around in here (It's [i]dangerous[/i]!). Blah, blah, blah, does anyone know they're here? Of course nobody knows they're here. "Pttf, it's a hideout, dumbass. No one suppose to know where we are." Jago whispered to himself as he didn't break eyecontact with Henry, he crossed his arms tightly. Yeah, Henry's point went clean over Jago's head. Giving them a ride home? What's going to stop them from coming right back? Absolutely nothing. He knew that the [i]great[/i] and [i]powerful[/i] Agents of NEST have bigger fish to fry than two bored fourteen year olds. Like murk that sex-crazed maniac that keeps jerking off to animal-meta porn all over the city. Shit's nasty! "Hey, Henry!" Newt says so cheerfully that it's almost like they weren't in trouble. Newt herself, didn't care too much that Henry's making them leave. Because - like Jago - she knew that they could come back anytime they want.... and play more Pokemon.... Which they can do anywhere, really. Okay, maybe they could find somewhere else to play Pokemon. Actually, [i]unlike[/i] Jago, Newt was more willing to listen to Henry. Maybe it was because he was her fascination with reptiles personified (Or deep down, she had respect for him - but fuck admitting that.). So, she was more willing to head somewhere else. "Donuts!" She said as she casually walked over to the exit, then towards Henry's car. Jago threw his hands up the second Newt walked over to Henry. Seriously, why is everyone dick riding Henry? Still, Jago remained adamantly where he was. His legs weren't moving unless they're going to Henry a swift kick to the ass! Well, maybe he could get a giggle or two out of pressing Henry's buttons. "Make us leave just so we can come back two minutes later? [i]Sure thaaaaang, Lizardman[/i]..." Jago gave him a cocky smile as he brushed some of his locks from in front of his face. It was the look that was supposed to piss Henry off - because actions speak louder than words, baby! --- [u][i]Shannon & Blathnat "Sugar" Balore.[/i][/u] [hider=Magic Man - Paris][youtube]-5s1q7SVs6U[/youtube][/hider] --- "Dammit, Blathnat..." Shannon moaned under her breath, getting a brief, curious, look from her younger sister, whom was holding onto her hand. Walking several districts was a pain in the ass, especially when she could have been home by now. Her feet were hurting, and she needed a break. Where was she now? Shannon took one look around, and noticed, because of the lack of formal and quite frankly rustic buildings, that she was most likely in Arcadia Heights, Black Fall's downtown district. Usually where all the sheep go to play. Shannon rolled her eyes. Because of this damn fair, the place is loaded with people. More likely than not looking for place to park. Ugh. This place was too crowded for her liking - her grip around Sugar's hand tightened - but she felt like there was no point in heading back to Westgate. It was a pretty long walk, and they're going to head straight back here.... on foot. Yeah, that wasn't [i]ideal[/i] in Shannon's head. They're in Arcadia Heights, the one place they advertised as being the most "fun" part of this city. Shannon flicked a strand of hair out of her face as she looked around. Well, she only had  a handful of money on her, and she was famous for saving her family money on clothes (Because why buy clothes when you can make your own?). So shopping was out of the question. The two Balores stopped at an intersection, just a random one, but Shannon's hand was being pulled by Blathnat. The woman turned her head back and looked back at Sugar. "Sister!" Sugar loudly shouted, her tiny finger was pointing in the direction of a particular building. Shannon's head whipped towards it... The large and bright neon sign (glowing) of [i]ARCADE BLUES[/i] above the entrance which had the appearance of an old-timey movie theater, except much more colorful and eye catching. Going off the cyan, blood red, and paper white colors of the building. Through the doors, Shannon could already see the neon lights and the glow radiating off the Arcade machines... Older games? Most likely. This had to be the famous "Arcade Blues" of Arcadia Heights. Debby told her that it's a hangout for kids. Not really Shannon's kind of place, but if Sugar wants to go there, it'd be a great place to pass time. Maybe she can get Debby to show up. "Can we go to the arcade?" Sugar calmly asked. She grabbed onto Shannon's larger hand with both hands, rather tightly. Hopping up and done, that calmness she had a second ago completely disappeared. "Can we pleease?" Well, since Blathnat asked so nicely... Shannon couldn't refuse. "Yes, Sugar. We better stick around Arcadia until the fair starts." She said as she started walking towards the Arcade. She briefly wondered where Cassidy was, Sugar's mother. Hmph. She expected the woman to show up to the Fair only to get drunk off her ass somewhere. What a disgusting woman that is an insult to her Irish heritage (That Shannon shares by half). "Yay!" Sugar quickly ran over towards the Arcade, dragging Shannon along with a similar tight grip. Shannon herself found it amazing how quickly the girl could walk missing a leg. But maybe it was that child-like [i]excitement[/i] that hasn't wanned since the accident. But, the child's enthusiasm was not too appreciated by her older sister. "[i]Blathnat[/i]! Calm down!" Shannon shouted at her younger sister, who didn't seem to listen at all (Usually she gets annoyed when called by her real name). It wasn't long until both of them, both Balores, were in the arcade. It didn't look too different from other arcades, honestly. It was a large building separated into rows and rows by arcade machines. Many different arcade machines, of new and old. The carpet was a dark-blue color with a star pattern splattered on them. The ceiling were plain white tiles, with lights built into them. Not so crowded today, at least a handful of people here. Probably because it just opened, what, thirty minutes ago? It was good for Sugar, because she could get on and play whatever she wanted to. Sugar quickly ran through the aisles, looking for something to play. All while Shannon was walking up to a machine... A little machine that exchanges dollars for quarters, since the machines here take only quarters. An attempt to appease the retro-tryhards, whatever. Shannon pulled out her wallet out of her purse and stuck in two fives. That should be enough to keep Blathnat busy for now... Unless Little Flower demands that Shannon plays. Ugh. Either way, the machine spat out the correct amount of coins - forty coins. Shannon scooped them all into her purse and walked over to the machine that Sugar choose to play. Pacman. Hm, Shannon had expected her little sister to play something else, but whatever she chooses. "Here you go," Shannon said as she slid the quarters into the coin slot, and Sugar sat down on the stool that was placed in front of every machine. Otherwise - given her height - it'd be hard for her to sit down. "You're not going to play?" Sugar turned her head towards her older sister, placing both of her hands on the machine's controls. The game's intro sequence had finished, and she was thrusted into the game. Though, she continued looking at Shannon. "Not this time, Sugar, you go play and have your fun." Shannon leaned up against the machine that was right next to Sugar, and crossed her arms over her chest. Letting out a quiet sigh as Sugar enjoyed herself. --- [i][u]Deborah Lillian Javuant.[/u][/i] --- When Holly took a bite out of the pastry, Deborah's eyes peered over to her, and were locked on the croissant as she bit down on it. Then, she scanned for any changes in body language, but Holly's reaction told Deborah that she liked it - even without her power informing her. Well, there was a little perk with her power. It told her when other people thought food was nasty. So, that was motivation enough for her to take one. She broke off a piece of a completely separate one, a corner, and slid it into her mouth. Mmmmmm... the texture, the butter, the flavor. This [i]is[/i] delicious! "Dunno why we didn't get these, girl. But I know what we're going to get next time...." She affirmed, looking over to Holly with a playful smile. She grabbed the whole croissant and tore it into two large pieces. Deborah enjoyed Baron's act of charity, to say the least. Holly clearly knew who Baron was, going off what she just said about what she heard about him. Hm. The same thing that she had heard about him herself. The fantastic Mr. Moreau. Sharing his psychological expertise with the world. You know, Deborah knew that she could learn something from Baron. Her power made her naturally interested in psychology - but far as she can tell, Baron was no Meta (If he was a fellow information-type, Deborah wouldn't have been able to read him). It was all talent, and hard work. Deborah never saw her power as a "[i]skill[/i]", or a "[i]talent[/i]", it was a [i]gift[/i]. Nothing more, nothing less. Which is why she was interested in him. "Ah, that's it!" Deborah said to Holly, following up the statement with quiet laughter. She already pegged Baron, but she felt like this was a more... natural turn of events. "It is great to meet you Mr. Moreau." But that was all Deborah said. She felt like the real conversation was between Holly and Baron, and that she had no place to insert herself. Which is fine. Deborah was the observer, she watches, quietly, and lets things play out so that she could learn from it. Besides, she only really spoke when she had something to say, and, this time, she had nothing to say. Deborah took another bite of her croissant.