Twelve Wasted Dollars (Open-No fight)

[Damien Kross, Jester]

I just wasted twelve goddamn dollars... No, not an overpriced entree at some restaurant. No, not on some gizmo that broke as soon as I pushed "Power." No, I wasted twelve dollars on X-Men: Origins.

Fucking hardcore status... Fucking grand champion of money wasters... Okay, okay, get a hold of yourself... It wasn't THAT bad... Right?

Jester, that shit was awful...

Stop, let me gather myself... Hey, at least they did a good job on Gambit... right...?

Well, kinda... Fucked Deadpool up the ass though.

Yeah...

AND Emma Frost...

Yeah...

AND the entire history in the comic books... NOT TO MENTION the first three movies...

Yeah...

And of cours-

SHUT UP! STOP! PLEASE! NO MORE! I REPENT!

Okay, good. Just so we agree.

Now, I was in need of something to wash the horrible taste of mouthless Deadpool out of my tastebuds... I know! A smoothie! A smoothie trip that DIDN'T involve a certain Bone Dragon that had a habit of crushing things! Sounds fucking peachy! Mmmm... Peach... Yeah, peach smoothie for me today.

I entered the small shop, ordered a regular sized peach smoothie, got that shit, sat down, and drank it. Yeah, what?

[Connor Dwyre]

OOC: Haven't seen you since 552. Hope you don't mind.

Connor was out, and needed to clear his head. As school wasn't the place for that, he had decided on a walk. Though it was usually later when he went out, early evening held the promise of little disturbance. There were still a good amount of people about, but they were easily avoided.

There wasn't much going on. Nothing of particular interest to maintain him. No night sounds, no cool breeze, no scent that pulled him in any direction. The problem was, the walk wasn't helping him to clear his head, either. His thoughts were full of the meeting with Gabriel.

Gabriel, for reasons that were not yet made clear, showed some kind of special interest in Connor. That was both intriguing, and very unnerving. Connor wasn't sure he trusted the boy who was the self-named leader of their little group. Connor thought about confiding these thoughts to someone, but not Suichi. Two people came to mind. Sara, and Bix.

Ah, Bix. The other person who was the reason for Connor's unfocused mind at the moment. But, she was on his mind most of the time, so that was nothing new. As thoughts filled his mind, he lost rack of time, and his stomach took the opportunity to remind him that he needed food, and something to drink. His sweet tooth was kicking in as well.

After asking a local policeman (who was watching the street) for directions, he found himself sitting in a small shop. He had just finished a grilled cheese sandwich, and was enjoying a banana berry smoothie. The door opened, and someone with an aura that just oozed anger bought a smoothie and sat down at a table next to his.

Connor didn't say anything right away, as he didn't wish to bother someone who was pissed off. After all, at school that was asking for a fight. Connor, for the moment, wasn't in the mood to brawl.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

My eyes gazed over to the young man at the table beside me. Oh God... he looked familiar... Really familiar... Was he from 42? Oh boy... Wait a second... Was that...?

"Excuse me..." I said with an unsure smile. "Your name Conner? As in Conner from New York's 552?" I was sure of it now... Another old face from 552. It seemed that school was content on haunting me for all eternity.

Last time I saw Conner was... erm... when Mathew... crucified... him... Oh yeah, THAT Conner... Aaaaaawkward...

[Connor Dwyre]

That voice... it was the voice on the announcements. The one that had made Connor chuckle. How a student could openly poke fun without any fear of some kind of reprimand, and the remarks themselves were amusing. The boy seemed to recognize Connor, and he put two and two together. This Jester was the same as the one from his old school in New York. But, how he knew about Connor was beyond him.

At least, until the one most painful memory resurfaced. Everyone in the school knew what happened, but few knew how bad off Connor was because of it, some even thinking it had killed him. Connor had been made a martyr without wanting to, and Mathew gained more fear from others, showing what lengths he was willing to go to.

But, what affiliation did he have back in New York? Was he in the same gang? Connor couldn't remember off the top of his head. He was sure it might come to him, eventually. "Yes, I am. From the sound of your voice, I am going to guess you are Jester, like from the PA announcement, right? The one who made fun of Mr. Purple." Connor smiled his usual, open smile. Even if this guy was in a gang in New York, maybe at this school, this time around, things might be different.

"Pleased to meet you. If you don't mind me asking, what had you so riled up when you came in? I might have asked, but at both schools, talking to someone who is pissed off doesn't always go well." His shades covered his eyes, and his gloves covered the scars on his hands. The fingertips on the gloves were gone, and this allowed for more intricate handling of things, should he have to. His cane rested against the table next to him.