Per usual, Jakeem is attempting to do all the homework he was set during the holidays the night before he goes back to school. If only the Thunderbolt knew anything about quadratic equations or writing essays
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Already in the kitchen is a young woman with green hair, green skin, green eyes. All different shades of green, but green nonetheless. She makes for a verdant presence. She sits at the kitchen table, a salad on hand that she's nibbling while flipping through a thick women's fashion magazine. At the sound of footsteps, she looks up and perks a smile. "Hi!"
"S'up?" Jakeem greets her cheerfully. Huh, she's eating a salad. Not interesting. He opens the fridge to hunt for anymore of Ma's snacks. "Know who's pizza this is?" he asks pulling a box out of the fridge. "Jade . . . right?"
"Not a clue," she responds as she flips a page or two. "If it's not nailed down, it's free game. Yep, I'm Jade, Jennie-Lynn to my friends. You're...oh...man, someone told me about you. Thunder, right?"
"Jakeem Thunder," Jakeem says, opening the pizza to check there's no weird stuff on it. Cheese and pepperoni, seems safe enough. "Soon to be official JSA member." So there.
"You're Alan's daughter, yeah? How come you're green?"
"Ate too much lettuce," she answers right back. "Pepperoni's made of stuff that keeps dead bodies from going bad. And Doctor Mid-Nite was eating pizza a while ago. I'd be careful, Jakeem."
Not a smile. Didn't even crack a smile. Maybe she's serious.
Jakeem hesitates. Okay, he's prety certain that you can't change colour from eating vegetables -- at least not earth vegetables. Lettuce from outer space, maybe -- but pepperoni? That sounds exactly like the sort of thing adults don't tell you about your favourite food.
"You're totally making that up," he accuses, but he doesn't sound so certain.
The emerald eyes lift from the magazine and twinkle merrily, but she doesn't smile a bit. "I'm just saying that if you take pepperoni and feed it to a dog the dog will bury it like it's a bone or something." She nudges the bowl of salad over toward Jakeem. "It's good for you."
"Man, I'm not going to school tomorrow green," Jakeem pushes the salad back and puts the pizza in the microwave. "I'll take my chances with the pizza. Pepperoni hasn't killed me yet. Besides, I think Midnight's more a olives on his pizza kind of guy."
"Oh, you'd be surprised." Jade mucks around a little bit more with her salad, puts the magazine up. "So what's your thing, Jakeem? Hey, that rhymes! Go me. Anyways, what do you do?"
"Like what's my role in the JSA?" Hm. He doesn't have an official title. Better make something up. "I'm the keeper of the Thunderbolt," he says. "And the official JSA genie-intelligence officer." That sounds sufficiently cool. "I also make sure the old guys take care of themselves, and do other stuff like monitor duty and telling people it's not a good idea to drink 5 bottles of root beer one after the other, and I sometimes put out the trash."
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"You're Alan's daughter, yeah? How come you're green?"
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Not a smile. Didn't even crack a smile. Maybe she's serious.
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"You're totally making that up," he accuses, but he doesn't sound so certain.
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