[center][h1][color=#DC143C]JJ[/color][/h1] 
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	Once JJ heard his new buddy's voice confirm his somewhat solidity it brought some ease to his fizzling psyche. He shifted into a more somber quiet method of social absorption, that and his head was ringing as he suddenly became away of the severity of their sudden escapade. JJ gave the sky the finger as he sauntered around the outskirts of group's less fortunate survivors. The bench's lay shattered and broken, and probably still wet of paint. He even found a bowling ball hailstone and futtered around with it rolling it with his feet as their counselor gave his news. Deep in thought, JJ knew he'd definitely value a day or two to recuperate. Eyesight grew more distinct, and he zapped back into a manic method as the mumbles of suffering peeked out of conversation. He may be a thief, but surprisingly he still held the notion of selfless service to his name from better folks in his past. One such plea was Aksel and the lass worst for wear of the storm, possibly a direct blow from the heavens. 

[color=0033A0]“But if someone could hold the door, and help me find a couch or something… I think we might want to call an ambulance or something.”[/color]
He kicked the ball of permafrost into the bay and jumped to help. But perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him, for he swore he saw it flash with embers as it skirted across the asphalt.

	[color=#DC143C]"Yeah! I gotchu! I gotchu... yeah maybe we need to gather ourselves cuz my eyes arn't so great right now."[/color]
His boundless energy seemed to come back to him in a flush of heat and beads of sweat formed on his brow as he began to kneel down towards the pair.

His eyes saw what was actually a heat mirage, as he reached out to help the girl up. He balked, snatching his hand back from the perceived hallucination and snorted in humored cathartis. [color=#DC143C]"I'm trippin? I'm straight... Fuck, lemme just get the door for you Ax."

[/color] He jumped up with gusto from his kneeling position, the keen eared hearing a slight extra woosh as he did so. With an athletic crow hop around more hailstones, knocking a few out of the way as he did so(did they seem to hiss with vengeance as they rolled away?), he made a path and entry for his new friends toward the community service door. His energized state picked up the questioning from his tall bud as he made his way to the door. Tony seemed to have left in a hurry since it was unlocked. He also heard something of a bar! He grinned at that then grimaced from the cut on his brow. Not the approved medical advice for the situation but hey when in Rome. He stood holding the door open a slight distance from the group, and could swear he smelt something burning...