Location: Harbor Park -- Fountain
J.C. wanders into the park, thumbs hooked under the straps of her grubby backpack, sniffling and mumbling quietly under her breath.
Jeremy is sitting on a bench, sleek, silver looking laptop across his knees, tapping away at it quickly. He's done up in his gothic attire, black trench, chains, collar, spiked bracelets, mis matched contacts in his eyes. His hair is all but shaggy and black now, spiraling over his glasses.
J.C. stops to peer blearily toward the fashionably gloomy figure on the bench; Jeremy's back is to her. The bald chick grins and, wiping at her nose with one bare arm, starts toward him. "Nic?"
Jeremy tilts his head up and glances over his shoulder, blowing away his unruly bangs from his face. One eye is red, the other is yellow. Weird. Odd. Strange. It takes him a few moments before he recognizes her. "Ooh... Hey. I remember you."
J.C. stops short, her smile freezing, then vanishing. "Oh," she says, sounding disappointed. "Um..." She shifts the backpack up a bit, then makes the smile return, wanly. "Hi."
Jeremy closes the laptop screen, then sets it off to the side. Standing up, he brushes the dust off his knees, then peers at her, lips curving up into a slight smirk. "Haven't seen ya in awhile, good ta'know you are still alive."
J.C. sniffs, then wipes her nose. "Yeah, past winter was a fuckin' bitch."
Nodding his head, Jeremy slips his glasses off to rub at his eyes, then puts them back on. "Last few months been a fucking bitch." He comments in a soft voice.
J.C. studies Jeremy a moment, squinting. Then she says, "Like when yer place blew up?" Then she turns her head aside and coughs once -- a wet, phlegmy sound.
Jeremy nods his head. "Yah, like when our place blew up." He tilts his head slightly to the side, peering at her. He doesn't look too surprised about that, though. These days, nothing catches him off guard. "Kinda like fourth of July, but bloodier."
J.C. adjusts the baseball cap on her head, then pushes her hands into her pockets. She sniffs. "Everybody got out okay, I hope," she says.
"Not everyone.." Jeremy says, trailing off as he glances to the side, shifting a bit on his feet. "My best friend got killed."
J.C.'s face falls. "Ah, man," she says, sympathetically. "That sucks."
"Does suck.. lost two best friends in one year. I'm about to stop making friends all together at this rate." Jeremy murmurs quietly as he fidgets with his hands, before relaxing them. "I kept our apartment though. Still sad.. all the memories are there, but he's not."
J.C. shakes her head, her expression sad. "Ya should move out, then. Memories can be a bitch 'n a half."
"Nah. Its alright. He left the entire place and will, in my name." Jeremy replies softly. "I owe it to him. Ganna keep doing what I can from my position to help out."
J.C. reaches up to scratch at the back of her neck. "Huhn." She shrugs. "Well, what works best for ya's good then, I guess. Oh, hey, you know a chick named Angel? I think she hangs out with some of the people in that place that got explodey."
"Yeh'mean Rina? She's in jail right now, I think. Stupid shit that she didn't even do." Jeremy says as he regards her slightly. "Yeh'know her?"
"More /of/ her," says Jenny. "If ya get me." She snuffles. "So it's true, her bein' arrested? Why?"
"Someone set her up, said she killed some guy when she didn't. Her lawyers are ganna have her out real quick anyways. I know the detective, Carmichael, the one who has it out for her. We trade info back and forth sometimes. He's a real prick with a bad temper." Jeremy slides a hand into his pocket, fishing about.
J.C.'s eyes flick toward the goth's rummaging pocket, and she shifts her weight. Looking back at his face, she nods. "That sucks."
Jeremy takes out a pack of gum and slides a stick out, popping it into his mouth. He chews on it thoughtfully, before offering the pack to you.
J.C. hesitates, then wipes her hand on her dirty t-shirt and helps herself to a stick of gum. She sniffs it, unwraps it, sniffs again, then takes a bite out of it.
"So, you seem to be in the know. Ya'ganna let me in on your lil secret?" Jeremy asks as he narrows his mis matched eyes a bit, casually in thought.
J.C. chews a little on the gum, then puts the rest of it in her mouth. She cocks her head at Jeremy. "People talk. Ya know? Like the time that boozey store-place got smashed inta, 'n two kids ended up dead." She appears to have swallowed the gum. "I mean," she continues, scratching at a rash on her arm, "sometimes there ain't a lot t'do but gossip."
"MMhmm.. But I'm sure you know what I'm talking about." Jeremy says with a slight smirk, then goes about bundling the computer up into his bag.
J.C. smirks right back. "Ya been spendin' too much time with yer nose in /that/ thing," she says, gesturing toward the laptop.
"Hmph. I suppose. So?" Jeremy says with a cheeky grin as he shifts about some more, stomping his boot into the cement beneath him.
"So," returns the bald she-bum cheekily, "it rots yer brain. 'Sides, They can track everythin' you do on those things."
"It doesn't rot your brains, and no one can track me." Boasts Jeremy with a light smirk on his lips, zipping up his bag and throwing it about his shoulder gently.
J.C. snuffles back a noseful of snot. "Uh huh. Say that when ya wake up with wires comin' outta your ears." Her crooked grin indicates humor.
With a slight grin, Jeremy murmurs. "We are Borg, you shall be assimilated. Resistance is futile."
J.C. makes a short 'hee' type chuckle, but if the Walker kin's very perceptive, he might note the lack of sincerity to the laugh, like she didn't get the joke but groks that it /is/ one. "Anyway, don' say I didn't warn ya."
"I'll think about it." Jeremy says with a laugh, then glances to his watch, then over his shoulder. "You hungry?"
"Nope," says Jenny cheerfully, "but if yer offering, I'll make myself hungry." She grins. Street people -- always on the lookout for a free lunch, right?
"Sure, I'm offering. Whatcha' in the mood for?" The Kin asks, rummaging about in his pocket, taking out a few bills.
J.C. scratches at her neck again. "How 'bout burgers? Everybody loves burgers."
Jeremy nods his head. "Burgers are the universal easy to obtain junk food. That and my good friend Benedict is a shift leader at Mickey D's." He pauses, then shoves his money into his pocket. "Fuck, won't need this."
"Hey," says Jenny. "Mebbe ya can introduce us?"
"Sure, if you want. Not sure if he's into bald chicks tho'." Jeremy teases. "He's the pretty jock kinda guy."
J.C. blinks, then goes 'heh!' a moment later. "Naw," she says, sniffling. "Jus' tell 'im ta give me a Big Mac or something sometimes. Or the fries before they throw 'em out."
"I'll see what I can do." Jeremy says as he tilts his head, then starts walking down the sidewalk. "C'mon.. Lets see what we can scrape up."
J.C. hitches up her backpack, snuffles, and trots after the goth.
[And the Rat scams some free food outta GuyWithMonkey. Heh heh. <:3 )~~~~~ ]