## Lenny Boggs, Harmon Rottlage, Shannon, & Blathnat "Sugar" Balore.

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Lenny wasn't running through the crowds -- He was sprinting. For all his clumsiness, he was surprisingly adept at making his way through a crowd. He owed it to his skinny frame, and hours spent playing Mirror's Edge. 

It seemed like hours since he had last seen Harmon, and his eyes scanned around the crowds left and right, as quickly as he could. There he was. He stood at the front of a line, fumbling through the pockets of Creed's jacket, which seemed almost comically oversized on him.

"I-I-I, I..." Harmon was stuttering incoherently, keeping his head down and face concealed. "This, this, a-a-all... can, can, you? You..." He held out a bill with his arm almost fully extended, shaking it lightly at the cotton candy vendor. Lenny cringed, remembering that he had given Harmon Creed's jacket, which was usually filled with money, whereas his own usually held wrappers and lint.

Damn it, Lenny. He thought to himself. Woulda came in handy to pay for a hotel room. As Lenny made his way towards Harmon, he noticed something. Harmon wasn't alone. There was a small girl, no older than six or seven, tugging at the bottom of his hoodie.

Yay! Sugar had been waiting for this all night! Some simple cotton candy. She knew making friends with Harmon would pay off. Though, he seemed a little shy. Why? He gives out sweet stuff! Who would be afraid of _him_?

"Foundja." Lenny said, panting. "Been racing around the fair looking for you, and," He paused, pointing almost accusingly at the small girl next to Harmon. "Your new ginger buddy." He meant it teasingly, but his joking was a thinly-veiled attempt at hiding his fear. Where, and why, was Harmon with this kid?

"She, she..." Harmon said in a hush, "Frank... found, she... helped... him, he, he... left... safe? Safe..."

Lenny nodded, understanding perfectly. Harmon needed to get away from Frank, and he did. Whether or not this girl was running from Frank too, didn't matter to Lenny. He knew his friend was running from someone, and the girl seemed to be on a similar wavelength. Lenny exhaled, putting on his sweetest face, and turned to Sugar. "Hey kiddo, could you help us find your mom?"

Who's this? Sugar immediately turned her head towards this newcomer... Slender, red-haired (Like herself!), and... Sugar didn't really pay too much more attention to him. There was that telepathic presence being pushed into her head. Sir Reginald had told her that he had meant her no harm - in fact, he was merely looking for Harom. His friend! Did that mean the three of them could be friends too!? Hm... Sugar didn't know. Lenny looked a little silly to her. Teeheehee. Where Harmon was the Hunchback, Lenny was The Fool. He _looked_ like one actually. 

But, he asked about her mommy... Well... Cassidy wasn't here right now. She was drinking that funny-tasting stuff a lot lately and acting weird. But Sugar was going to tell Lenny the simple version. She shook her head from left to right, and said, "My Mom isn't here. I'm here with my sister."

Lenny shrugged, no stranger to parental abandonment himself. "Do you wanna help us look for your sister? What does she look like?" He didn't know how to talk to a child, so instead, he mostly tried to attempt a combination of his earliest memories of his Mema, and Steve from Blue's Clues.

"Oh!" Sugar raised a finger as she stated, "_Sir Reginald_ can find her for us." She nodded her head and looked up at Sir Reginald, still floating above her in his transparent form. She sent the message to him, "_Find Shannon for us, please!_" And like a dog, he complied with his mistress's commands. He floated back towards where Shannon was last seen (Because his memory was far superior to hers, due to not being bogged down with insignificant things). She brought her hand to her shoulder, palms out, and swiped it forward in a gesture for them to follow her. "C'mon!" Sugar said as she pressed off her prosthetic leg and began a short stride after Sir Reginald. Moving through the crowds.

Lenny shrugged, leading Harmon with him. They blended in fairly easily, with Harmon wearing what could be considered appropriate for the weather, and Sugar and Lenny both believably related. If Harmon could've been found by any toddler, Lenny was glad it was one who looked just as Weasley-esque as he did.

They zig-zagged through the crowds of people, forming a neat little line. Although Sir Reginald lead from above, Lenny held Sugar's hand and pushed through the crowds where it was too thick for her tiny frame to be noticed, and held onto Harmon with the other.

"Comin' through. Pardon me. Sorry. Comin' through. 'Scuse me. Make a path." Lenny muttered to himself, trying to keep some semblance of manners with him. "Pardon me. 'Coooomin through. Sorry. Pardon me."

Eventually, they found themselves in a clearing in the crowd.

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Oh, what great timing. Jack has decided to make his (rather unexpected) appearance in the Fair. Shannon put her legs further apart, and crossed her arms. Admittantly, Jack was an acquaintance of hers - despite being criminal scum. But that didn't matter to Shannon. Long as he kept her out of his "carreer" then everything will be kittens and sunshine. He has money. And right now money is in high demand. So she loans her talents to make him clothes, then he repays her handsomely. But enough about their relations, the task at hand was his appearance, and asking her what's the matter in a rather (unappreciated) flirtatious tone. She was willing to ignore that long as he kept it to himself.

"No, Jack," Shannon used one hand to adjust her glasses, "Sugar wandered off while I wasn't looking. I... Don't know..." She put her fingertips onto the sides of her forehead and took two large steps away from Jack. Jesus, she was worried sick about Blathnat. While she is a Meta-human, she's still eight. There's no way she could handle a real threat once i-.

"Heyyy," Lenny said, awkwardly poking Shannon the the back of the shoulder. He wasn't  sure how to initiate conversation with a stranger. "Is, uh, she, yours?"

What? Shannon immediately turned around and saw a lanky kid, around her height (But Sugar had a "wider" build than him). But who....

"She said you're her sister, so I wanted to make su-" 

"Hey Shannon." Sugar nonchalantly said as she stepped around Lenny and stood at his side. With cotton candy in hand, she took a bite out of it (And crime).

"Blathnat!" Shannon slammed her mouth close and grinded her teeth together. This was bloody irresponsible. She left to get some damn _cotton candy_?! That was something Shannon could have gotten for her. This was... this.... "Blathnat, why did you run off like that!? Don't you know that was dangerous!?" Shannon immediately snarled at Sugar.

"It's _Sugar_!" Blathnat was quick to reply, slamming her foot onto the ground - which really really hurt her leg. She buckled over to the side and started gracing it with a hand. Maybe she should take good care of this leg since it's, you know, her only leg. But once she regained her composure, stood straight up, Sugar's head darted to the left, as she looked rather awkward. "I... Wanted some cotton candy...."

"I could have gotten you some, if you hadn't stormed off!" Shannon was quick to retort. She let out a loud sigh and shook her head. "Just... never do that again, okay?" She was being a little hard on the child... who didn't know any better, honestly. Shannon knew that more than anyone else. Yelling at her wouldn't fix anything, really.

"Okay." Sugar nodded her head. "But look," She took a step away from Lenny and pointed at him, "I made friends."

Now. Now it was time to address her new "friends". This child sometimes... overly trusting. But, this boy had helped Sugar find her way back to Shannon. Maybe that trust was well placed? Never. Shannon turned towards him and shrugged, "I believe I should be thanking you for getting Sugar back to me." She closed her eyes and let her face drop downwards. "I'm _Shannon Balore_, you?" 

"Boggs." Lenny said, trying to sound cool. "Lenny Boggs. This is my brother, Harry." He said, keeping unbroken eye contact with Shannon the entire time. He was many things, but he wasn't a liar. Nor was he someone who could think on their feet. "No need to thank us, just looking out for my fellow gingers, heh." Lenny tried to seem cool and collected, which he rarely was. In that moment, he had an idea.

"Hey, this might sound kinda weird, but, do you think I could ask a favor of you?"

That ginger comment almost made Shannon hurl... but fortunately, she was _used to it_. The Boggs family? Hm. What was this favor? She hoped it wasn't anything perverted or she would immediately break _many_ NEST laws. And Lenny's balls. Especially the balls. "Hmmm... What is it?" She crossed her arms.

"Hey, so, me and my brother kind of need a place to crash for the night. Do you think you have maybe a garage, or a shed, or something?" He asked, looking as pathetic as he could be. (It wasn't hard) Harmon, on the other hand, kept his head down and hands folded together, shaking just a bit less than usual. Lenny nudged him in an effort to get him to keep his cool.

... Of course, of course, of course... Shannon sneered. They probably only helped Sugar so they could get a place to sleep. They don't care about Sugar _at all_. All good deeds are never done for free, now are they? "... And why would I do that? You two are complete strangers to me." It was quick how she went from somewhat thankful to annoyed quick.

"Okay, good point." Lenny paused for a second, trying desperately to think of a good reason. Ultimately, he went with the truth. "I'm running away from my older brother." He pointed to himself for a moment. "Lenny Boggs." Then, he pointed to Harmon. "Harry Boggs." Finally, he gestured towards her. "Please, just google Creedence Boggs on your phone. Please."

And here comes the sobstory stage... Well, Shannon might as well entertain their little game before blowing them off. She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. She scrolled down and googled the man Lenny spoke of - If he has his own wikipedia page, then he must be important!

"Creedence C. Boggs  is a leader in the white power skinhead movement in the United States. He gained public notoriety for his interview in the 2011 documentary "Fascists in America". In 2008, he became elected leader of "The Iron Eagles", a social club and suspected hate group in Black Fall, Pennsylvania."

Now this... Shannon looked up at Lenny, then back down at her phone. The Iron Eagles. She had heard about them all right. Another horror story to come out of the Dead End, and the sole reason why Shannon would never willingly head into the Dead End. If Creed is his brother then.... She didn't know. 

She hung her head. "...I need to consult somebody. Then I'll see about arranging a "sleep over" with you two." The person she wanted to ask was Deborah. Her Cerebral abilities were unmatched in the information gathering field. If there was anything off about these two, she'd find out. If Lenny was as big of a Nazi as his brother, then, well, he isn't coming anywhere near Shannon's household. She despised such groups for hating people for something insigificant as skin color, or heritage. It was something stupid. Something that needed to be removed like a cancer.

Shannon pressed a few buttons on her phone and sent a text to Deborah: _I need to meet with you now. Can we meet up by the waterfront?_ Before she pressed the lock button on her phone and put it away.