## Jago Andrew Javuant [Gorillaz - Doncamatic (Jokerz Remix)](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPmW58Bv7kg) --- Another boring ass evening at the Fair. Well, could be worse, Debby could be watching him like a hawk while she talks to her boring ass friends. But that was besides the point, baby! Jago needed something to drink. Because he's always thirsty as he didn't know what. Thank God this place had some working vending machines. There was even one two steps away from him. The boy scurried his way over towards it, and took a little gander inside. There was everyone he could drink. Juice! Gatorade! Soda! Drinks, drinks, and more drinks! Hmmmm... He had money on him, but he could also use his telekinetic nonsense to grab him something. That might piss off NEST, but they can't see everything, can they? Well, he figured that he might as well find out. If they _do_ decide to give him some problems, then he'll just show them just _why_ they haven't caught his ass yet. He's quick as hell on his feet, and an even quicker thinker. Besiiiiiiiides. Jago firmly pressed his leg hand against the vending machine, and turned his head both sides. How the hell does NEST expect to catch _anyone_ in a bigass crowd like this? All someone has to do is run into one, then run out the other end into an alleyway or something. That'd what Jago do. His right hand started glowing dark-purple as he eyeballed a bottle of Pepsi. He gestured for it to move by raising a finger, and lo and behold, the thing started floating. A wolfy smile found it's way onto his lips. He did the same gesture again - except he bent his finger more towards him into a curl, then uncurled it, then did the same thing over and over again. Before the aura, around his hand and the bottle, disappeared, and the bottle dropped into reach of the slot. Immediately, Jago threw his hands into the pockets of his jeans, turning his body around halfway, and started loudly whistling. His eyes turned starward. In a sudden movement, he quickly reached in, hand a blur, and grabbed the bottle of Pepsi. Quick as that, Jago jogged off away from the vending machine, biting the tip of the soda bottle and twisting it with his other hand. Letting the refreshing contents poor into his mouth as he ran away from the scene of the crime. His dreadlocks blew in the wind as his stride slowed itself down a bit until he came to a complete stop. Jago looked over his shoulder - and nice, no NEST Agents or police! Either those fuckers are blind, or there's just _too_ much to watch. Whatever the reason, it didn't matter, because long as Jago stays the hell out of a holding cell, literally no one cares what he does. Well, looks like he's gonna need to do something lest he gets bored and go do something else stupid. But before he could do something, some man started screaming like a little bitch. It was sudden, and startling enough that Jago jolted, and his head turned towards the sour- Bitch, totally a bitch if you scream like that - screaming. What Jago didn't expect was a fucking seagull coming down on his fucking face! Haha! The universe must hate his ass! A wide grin had found itself on Jago's face. Wait... Jago's grin turned upside down as he said to himself, "Hm... that ain't right, now is it?" He eyeballed the rat in particular... Like, well. One thing you _have_ to learn while living in Black Fall (Or your ass ain't gonna last long, period) is that anything weird (And Jago meant _anything_) that goes down in this city is the result of a Meta-human. Jago wasn't the most observant person - he couldn't connect the dots too well, that was Debby's job - but it was like the rat and that flying rat were enthralled or something. Because unless you got some nasty ass funnel cake, they more afraid of you than you are of them. But the difference between brother and sister came when Jago realized: he didn't give a fuck, baby. If... whoever the hell did that, wants to get bagged by NEST, then, well, that isn't his problem. Once again, what _is_ the young Javuant's problem is his own interests... Jago eyeballed two blonde haired dames who weren't too far away from that bastard when he got raped by nature. Jago moved in - for a closer look of course. Hands in his pockets, taking slow steps through the crowds, and catching in a few glances while they weren't paying attention. Until Jago had got far behind them. Ooooooooooh, they definitely sisters. No lie. They looked _too_ similar too be anything _but_ sisters. Oh yeah, they were tall, as tall as Jago himself he could tell - but, meh. He was going to get _bigger_. Blondies... good looking, but looked a little tomboyish. Not that Jago would mind! Tomboys meant a little excitement, at least! That they weren't some spoiled little "princesses" that need daddy to fulfill their every wish. Fuck. That. Though if he had to be completely honest with himself; they both looked like knock off Taylor Swifts. One of them had goddamn dreads in their hair. Dreads! It looked fucking ridiculous with that god damn flowing hair. Only Jago could pull off dreads, and boy they were a bitch to maintain - but that  was besides the point! Bitch looked silly with those dreads. That meant Jago was going to slap some insulting on her ass and ignore her. Uh... Something with Taylor Swift. Discount Taylor Swift? Rasta Swift? No - _Redneck_ Taylor Swift was the way to go. Uhh... He'd call the other chick Discount Taylor Swift if she gets on his nerves. Time to show them the Javuant's inherent ability to woo women! Though, he needs a little something... uh. A flower? Bitches love flowers, but Jago doesn't have the power to pull flowers out his ass. Hm... Jago looked around - Ah! Jago eyed a couple, two white people, both blond(e) and had blue eyes. Jago raised an eyebrow. He would be questioning if they're into brother/sister-fucking, but the man had a banquet of flowers - Roses! Bitches go _crazy_ over roses. Here came a problem. Jago wanted a rose, and he doubted he could get one by asking nicely, and interrupting their romantic moment. So, time to take the direct route. He smirked as he took one last sip of his Pepsi, draining that bitch to the last drop. He just released his grip on it, and dropped it. Zero fucks given about the environment. Jago had a plan, and it was simple: get a fucking rose. He started running towards the two, picking up as much speed as his long legs would allow him to. Why? He simply ran into the guy and knocked him over on his side, sending the flowers all over the boardwalk. Girly girl screamed bloody murder. Jago? Oh, well. He kinda hit him pretty damn hard, fortunately, he didn't hit his head or anything. Still, his chest was in _paaaaaaaaaain_. A burning pain that he felt consume his arm too. But would he really call himself a good man if he let a little pain slow him down? Pttf. He felt worse. He been through _worse_. But he needed to put the next part of his "plan" in action... "Oh, shit!" Jago shouted, holding his head, and trying to look hurt. "I didn't mean to- aw fuck!" "Watch where you're going, you dumbass kid!" Jago resisted the urge to dick with him further for that comment - but, hey, Jago will forget about this guy by the time he walks away. "Aww... I'm sorry, here let me help you!" Jago immediately dropped to his knee and made it look like he was helping them. But the first thing he did was grab a rose and threw it in one of the pockets inside of his jacket. Before he quickly snatched up the rest of the roses and held them in one hand - aw fuck, he thinks one pricked him. Aw, fucker. Whatever. That's why they have them in those plastic wraps or whatever. Jago can take the pain. The dude snatched them out of his hand, put them back in his ugly-ass banquet, then stormed off with his girly friend. Jago smiled and waved goodbye - but it was totally to mock his ass. Because the dumbass got played so hard right now! Like a wiseman once said: _hook, line, & sinker_. It almost made Jago shed a tear... he's going to be telling his grandchildren all about his adventures. But he got what he wanted. A nice red rose. Time to impress mi'ladies with it. He walked right through the crowd and approached the two women. "Heya ladies," Jago said while a cool, confident, smile on his face. "Thought you two looked a little lonely, so I thought I'd come by and fix that." He laughed a little, while facing Eva. He presented her with the rose, holding it by the very end (And pricking his thumb, ow!). "But first, a rose for you." Oh boy! Time to make good use of that rose. He didn't literally run into some no-name for nothing! Hopefully Redneck Taylor Swift won't raise too much of a fuss. Or that they're actually into sister-fucking. That'd be really nasty.