[center][h1][color=#DC143C]JJ[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
	[b][color=0033A0]"Aksel.”[/color][/b] spoke the fellow delinquent, and offered a full introduction no less. JJ took it with gusto. He extended his arm and grabbed the forearm for a real shake. Not often did his bravado receive good marks but he was to take it none the less.[b][color=0033A0]”Though, a bit harder for me in a place like this,”[/color][/b]  With a big sloppy grin he pulled off the soon to be finished cig and remarked back, [color=#DC143C]"So what brings you abouts my man?, I got sticky fingers"[/color] he tittered out with a flourish of fingers and he disposed of the vice. [color=#DC143C]"Some not so much."[/color] he also mentioned gesturing to the lass Ax was trying to comfort, nodding in solidarity. [color=#DC143C]"We got alot going on here though, so let's see where it leads."[/color] he spoke while gesturing to the group at large, [color=#DC143C]"Til the man comes back around"[/color] his grin soured. 

	Frankly JJ was more worried about authority and its bindings than anything else so far. Painting and jousting verbally was just his cream on the top. Seeing a fellow musical affineado helped a lot, which probably led him to such an introduction. He'd get to know the others once he found his niche he thought. He somewhat shrugged like an afterthought, [color=#DC143C]"I'm just here doing time like the rest of us."[/color] You didn't need to be much of an empath to recognize the defeat in his gestures.