we read the signs completely backwards

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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

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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?