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[takemyarm]

'Ave you got a light, mate?

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[hollow_man]

~Could say so, yes.~

[takemyarm]

[ Well then, want a cig? In kind payments. Broke, yanno. ]

[charliekellyrat]

Yeah... why?

Are you going to burn stuff? [ Charlie blinks. ] Need any help burning stuff?

[takemyarm]

[ he points to the cigarette between his lips and gives a good laugh ] lets hold hands before kissin, mate.

[ which means yes. YES. he's free again. Need trouble. Lives for trouble. ]

[charliekellyrat]

Dude... I'm not going to kiss you and shit! I wanna burn awesome stuff like trash or dead rats.

[ Charlie huffs before producing some matches. ]

Why'd anyone want to kiss me? I like, never brush my teeth ever.

[takemyarm]

[ There's a snort of laughter. Blow me, don't anyone joke no more? Uptight Americans (he says as if he hasn't lived here most of his life) ]

Shittin' with ya, aye. [ Caper takes the matches and lights one before keeping them for himself ] Got a bit of an arsonist in ya.

Well boyo, [ He rocks back on his heels ] you ran in to the right mate. Let me fix you up with some fire, aye?

[charliekellyrat]

Yeah, I knew that! [ Suuure. Charlie's manic grin betrays that he's definitely up for setting some... things on fire, though. None of the other members of their little 'gang' like Charlie's love for setting stuff on fire and playing around in the trash very much but it seems he's found a kindred spirit, at least concerning arson. ]

Awesome! You won't regret it, man. I'm the fire expert at Paddy's Pub. I'm great at cleaning toilets too!

[takemyarm]

[ Arson is always a good activity to do with the mates. He barks out a laugh ] Well pop by for a drink some time and do your magic.

[ he tosses a thumb over his shoulder ] There's a warehouse out east a bit. Scheduled for demolition. Thinkin' we can help 'em out a bit.

Don't worry! :D

[charliekellyrat]

Like... an entire warehouse? [ Charlie usually lights garbage cans on fire but this is something else! He knew this guy would do awesome stuff just from looking at him. ]

I mean, sure dude! I lit up some buildings before.. churches, schools. [ That's not true. At all. It's probably pretty obvious; Charlie is five foot nothing and comes across like an excitable twelve year old rather than a hardened criminal. ]

lmfao sobs quietly

[takemyarm]

Th' whole fuckin' thing, mate. [ He pinches his cigarette between fingers and exhales. Hell, he likes this guy. Caper's been in some real bad spots but he's not malicious. Now unless you hit that button. He's a reckless shit and a pain in he law's ass. His sentence to Huntsville was a whole other situation. ]

I'm Caper. [ He extends a hand to shake ]

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[charliekellyrat]

I'm Charlie! [ Charlie grins and tries to give a strong shake like Mac would, he wants to be a 'badass' after all. Though the squeaky voice kind of ruins that from the start. ]

Do you really want to do that- that lighting stuff on fire thing with me? [ It's like his birthday came early! ]

C: !!

[takemyarm]

Well Charlie, let's go catch us a train aye? [ He starts walking without answering the other question. Man, don't ask if he's kidding. More times than not he is definitely not kidding. ]

[charliekellyrat]

[ Charlie follows him like a lost puppy... really, he's considering leaving his old gang and joining this guy instead! His tattoos are way cooler than Mac's. ]

Do you have any train tickets? 'cause I don't.

[takemyarm]

Ixnay hombre [ He says with a wave for Charlie to follow. ] But I'm a real good jumper. How 'bout you?

[charliekellyrat]

Me? I've never been in a train before! [ Charlie's entire world is his tiny apartment that he shares with this guy who's probably his dad and the pub where he's a janitor. He's been on vacation to the beach once but that was with Dee's car; his first time leaving Philly. ]

Do you like, jump on top of the train? [ He's getting excited now! Can they put the train on fire as well? ]

[takemyarm]

This ain't no James bond shite! [ His scrutiny is jovial though. ] Grab a bar between the cars. C'mon!

[ That's a tempting thought. It's a very tempting thought. ]

[charliekellyrat]

'm confused, dude. [ Charlie admits, clearly expecting Caper to point at what he's going to be holding onto. He's very new to trains in general! ]

[takemyarm]

[ Hey, it's all right. He pats the guy on the back when he's finally caught up. ] 'ere I'll go first, right?

[ Train's on its way. Watch closely. ]

[hollow_man]

[He waves off the cigarette, pulls the leathers around his face down, and lets the other man light his smoke from the fire raging where his jaw should be.]

~Cheers fer the offer.~

[takemyarm]

[ He does not remember dropping acid but then again would he remember? Caper stares for a moment in some kind of amazement, maybe? It's not scrutiny or fear at least. ] Your mouth is on fire, mate.

[ Sorry he's a little slow on the uptake sometimes. ]

[hollow_man]

[Jono tugs the leathers back up.] ~'Aven't got one anymore. A mouth, that is. Where you from, then? Southeast?~

[takemyarm]

[ What if he had a mouth of fire? Oh, Lord. If you're out there please give me a mouth of fire. ] My good looks and charm gave it away, did it?

[discipuluschaos]

Sorry, mate, but - I don't smoke, and would appreciate it if you didn't smoke here, as I am asthmatic! [a little white lie, so Johnson thinks, just to save this man's lungs, and his life, very possibly...!]

[hollow_man]

~It's the rustic accent.~

[takemyarm]

[ and trying to make that come across without obnoxious writing is a difficult task, but hey: he could be northern. There's always a silver lining. ]

How d- [ And he's back to staring. This whole mouth of fire thing. Maybe he should just have his cigarette. ]

[takemyarm]

[ Well shite, where was he? ]

'Ave I - [ he points at the ground ] This your home?

ahaha! xD ❤ ilu, for serious~❤❤❤

[discipuluschaos]

Sorry, but -- what? Are you asking if I actually sleep out here, on the bloody ground?! I mean -- no, no, of course I don't! I have a bed -- inside the house, over yonder...! [and he points to a modest-looking yeoman's house, as he smiles slightly with some sense of pride at the upkeep that his family has managed to maintain on the old-school Elizabethan place...]

easy on the hearts sweetcheeks, I might start to blush

[takemyarm]

[ Seemed like a valid question at the time. He's not entirely sure where he is. He's been sober for an accumulation of 3 days since late July. Pathetic how easy is was to fall back in to that cycle, really.

Why does he keep crossing rich people? Is cock up punks some sort of communal fetish for white collar blokes or what? Caper blinks. ] Oi, ace spot.

[ Does it have alcohol within it? ]

aww! xD ❤ sorry! but i bet you'd look rather /cute/ blushing...! xD

[discipuluschaos]

Sorry, Monsieur-- no, I meant thank you, naturellement! Sorry again, for assuming that you were-- I don't even know... Some vagrant or something, come to rob us...! [He grimaced slightly at the very idea; wasn't there a famous (albeit Fictional) bishop who had happily given up all his silver to an ex-convict, in order to save him from the rack and further prison time? And shouldn't Matthew Johnson aspire to be like him a little bit more? Yes, yes, he most definitely should!

And so, he pulls the corners of his mouth into a smile, and asks gently, if still rather hoarsely:] Would you like to come in, perhaps, Mister Vagrant, for a drink or something of the sort...? Perhaps I'll even turn my back long enough for you to steal my silverware...! Ahaha...

[hollow_man]

~East London boy meself. ...you awright? It's the missing face, innit?~

[takemyarm]

[ It is, but he;s still a bit fascinated by it. Rubs his nose idly. ] Don't mean t' stare or nothin'. Just thinkin' really.

[ He pinches the smoke between two fingers and offers his other hand ] Caper they call me.

[hollow_man]

~Used ter it.~

[He shakes.] ~Jono.~

[takemyarm]

Right, then. You 'ave to tell us about it.

But first [ because he's decided its down to these two but he's been wrong more often than not ] Sussex or Kent?

[takemyarm]

[ Hey, guess what Frenchie. You're talking to a brit. An easterner at that. Fuck if he can understand his own accent sometimes let alone yours. But wait- does this bloke recognize him? Caper squints. Not impossible, no. Him and his mates made one helluva name in L.A. The fuck is this guy though? Not familiar. Also: ]

Shite, you can't just ask me like that mate. Where's the thrill? Bleedin' frenchies, you're all a batch a nancy boys.

[ He turns on his heel with a wave ] Interest me some otha' take, mate.

[charliekellyrat]

A-alright! [ Charlie grins up at him, determined to show he's a badass and not scared. Though he is a little bit. ]

[takemyarm]

[ Heheh, look at this guy givin' it ta fit in he cool reckless side ov life. He salutes Carlie and when the train comes, jumps on to the side between two cars.]

[hollow_man]

~If you like, sure.

Sounds like Kent but I've been an ex-pat long enough I'm worried yer going ter say Sussex.~

[takemyarm]

All ears, mate. Love a good story.


Kent's, right. Where's you sprog up from?

[hollow_man]

~Right then.

I was born in East London. Grew up about 'ow you'd expect. Started a band in me teens, started dating the perfect girl. Life is good. Then one night at a party I'm in a closet wiv me bird, trying to get me leg over, and BOOM. I explode like a bloody firework. Cripple me girl, wreck a large portion of the building, and paint me guts all over the place.~

[takemyarm]

[ losin' your girl in fire and explosions. He knows how that goes. Not that it's exactly the same but still the thought that it was primarily his fault. Well, he can relate. But on the other hand, he doesn't really know what to say. Not that he don't care. More like, usually it's 'well 'ere, take a hit and forget about it'. ]

Shite. Them's the hard lines, mate.

[hollow_man]

~Life goes on.~

[takemyarm]

Still 'avin a hard time, mate. How'd.. [ he waves. you know. He's not trying to be rude, honest. Just. Curious. ]

[hollow_man]

~I'm a mutant. It's me gift.~