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Who: Jesse Finch and YOU
Where: Exploring the city buildings. Anywhere!
When: Day 31
What: Jesse's decided he's done skulking around. He needs to figure out what and where he's living in now, and he doesn't mind company.

He's situated, now, and he finds it's much easier to concentrate now that he has everything settled. There are good people here, and he's watching out for Galen, and everything will be okay. So he picks through the city in search of all sorts of things. Food, weapons, cigarettes, those are important - whatever he can find and possibly use to barter for things later. He knows how it gets when supplies get low.

He checks out everywhere, from the cemetery (where he feels like he's going to spend a lot of time) to the bar (which, he decides, is going to be his secondary most-time-spent-in area) and gathers things as he goes. He's not paying much attention to any others who might be out, but throwing rocks at him and shouting should generally be good ways to get Jesse's attention, right? Right.

Comments

[goodluckkobra]

"'Cause he had it first, cockstain." Ghoul steals a lot of shit, but not faces. That's just fucking weird. "Why are they doing this?" The to me is implied.

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Like it isn't weird to Jesse, Kobra, and he's the one with the same face! "I dunno, we're all in a sitcom," Jesse scowls, stuffing his hands down in his pockets. "So you gonna be an asshole to me for no reason too?" He's not allowed to fuck with Kobra, so he can't even threaten him. Fucking lame.

[goodluckkobra]

Kobra narrows his eyes. "Guess not, 'long as you don't try to mess with my head."

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Jesse fidgets, and looks down at his feet. "No, I ain't got a reason to, unless you give me one." And that gets a scowl. "I dunno who you even are." Apart from the fact that he looks like someone Jesse knows.

[goodluckkobra]

"I'm Kobra. You're a clone of my friend, Ghoul, but I guess that's not really your fault, right? Can't really blame you, 'cause you can't make yourself. Even I know science doesn't do that." But what if they clone Kobra next? "You're not the first clone I've met here. They cloned my brother, too." Stupid scientists.

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Well, see, that's a reasonable reaction. Jesse wrinkles his nose. And he's going to be nice, except the implication that the redhaired douchenozzle is related to Kobra makes Jesse stiffen up. "That asshole is your brother?" Oops. It slipped out.

[goodluckkobra]

"Yeah." Like Kobra hasn't called Party worse. "Don't mind him an' don't give him anything sharp. Or paint-like."

A pause. "Don't give him anything, especially not sugar or coffee or razor blades."

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"Yeah, no shit? There's a warning," Jesse growls. "He make it a habit to great people with those sharp things?" A beat. "And what kinda name is Kobra?"

[goodluckkobra]

"Actually..." And he just laughs. "First thing he said to me when he got here was that he was gonna shank me, so, yeah. Typical Party. Sorry 'bout him. He's good as long as you point him at bad shit, but sometimes he misfires on his own and you kinda look like Ghoul and--"

He comes closer. "Whoa, okay, your tats are totally different." You can't clone tattoos, right?

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Ooookay, so they're all weird. That's good to know. Jesse shoves his hands in his pockets when Kobra brings up his tattoos, and he wrinkles his nose. "... They are?" He hadn't exactly gotten the chance to look. Jesse looks over his arms. "Like which ones?"

[goodluckkobra]

"I think..." He goes to push up one of Jesse's sleeves. "These look different and I've spent a lot of time staring at that dick." He grins. "Holy shit! Do you think we could do science experiments on you guys. One of you can be the control!"

Run away, Jesse. Run away.

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Yeah, no. "What? Dude, I'll pass on that, thanks," Jesse says, batting Kobra away, but he's half-grinning, so at least there's that. "Rule number one of science: y'don't do science on yourself, or suddenly y'find yourself turned into a talkin' bug."

[goodluckkobra]

"Uh, yeah, that's why I was gonna use you and Ghoul." He grins. "You're alright for a clone." At least the guy's got a sense of humor and cool tats and Kobra's taller than him, yeah!

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"Gee, thanks, m'glad y'think so," Jesse replies, still looking amused. "You ain't bad, I guess. Long as y'don't give me a reason t'hate you, I ain't gonna. Too much work."

[goodluckkobra]

"Hate's a lot of effort. I save that shit for my real enemies, like Sharon." He shrugs.

"So what's your name? I have a feeling you'll get all pissy if I call you Ghoul Clone."

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Jesse wrinkles his nose. "Yeah, call me Jesse. None of that clone shit." He shoves his hands in his pockets. "You gonna let me keep exploring, or do I gotta endure more harassing?"

[goodluckkobra]

"I don't know, Jess. Harassing people is kind of my hobby around here." He's smiling, so that probably means he's going to let Jesse go.

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"Hey, m'all about the harassing, don't get me wrong," Jesse snorts. "You'll see me 'round. Don't get lost." And he'll curtsey before leaving, because why the fuck not?

[goodluckkobra]

Kobra laughs at that. Okay, maybe this guy's pretty cool and that Galen guy's not bad, but if a motherfucker shows up with his face, he's flipping fucking tables.

"Same to you, man. Stay interesting." He points his hand like a gun at Jesse and then makes an exploding sound, because that's cool, right?