[center][h1][color=red]Jonas Highwind[/color][/h1]

[img]http://i.ytimg.com/vi/T5-ifH535RE/hqdefault.jpg[/img]

[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] In town, off-campus, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q04m8Q5NKmE]dicking around[/url].
[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Dallas Relo[hr][hr][/center]

[color=ed1c24]"Hey, I can use this in here if I plan on buying it, right?"[/color]

Understandably, the cashier looked at the large, powerful young man as if he'd grown three heads.

...[i]Could[/i] he? Rubbing his chin, the young man who looked to be all of three years older than the athletic and aesthetic beast he was talking to gave it a moment's thought, scowering his mind for any prior incidents.

"I... I guess so?" was the best he could come up with, which seemed to be exactly the answer Jonas was looking for. 

[color=ed1c24]"Fuckin' sweet."[/color] he thrust the charging cable into the cashier's hands. [color=ed1c24]"Ring that bitch up for me, brah."[/color]

"Right..."

One half-jubilant, half-flummoxed exchange of money for goods later, and the giant was sitting at the wall of Best Buy, having somehow found an outlet waiting for someone to actually use it. Crazy world he lived in, that that could happen. Speaking of crazy, 

[color=ed1c24][b][i]Y A A A A A A A W N[/i][/b][/color]

--He hadn't gotten a good night's sleep for [i]two[/i] nights in a row now. Like, technically he got about an hour last night, but he woke up at five and was wired anyway.

Thus why he was out here, off campus early in the morning.

...

Why was he out here, again?

Oooh, right, right, clothes. He should get on that.

Phone buzzing and charged enough, he idly flicked through a strange note from Dallas. "Spread this around"... huh. His sleep-deprivation-addled brain fumbling as it tried to properly compile the information, he eventually decided to go with the most elegant solution left to him. Stepping through the automatic doors of the next shop over (or at least that's where he [i]thought[/i] he was), his thumb danced over the screen with impeccable accuracy, a testament to the fact that he was indeed still lucid. 

>Contacts --> Brolaire Relo --> Call

...

[color=6ecff6][i]"Hello?"[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Hey, whassup?"[/color]