[Completed]
WHO: John Connor and Claire Bennet
WHAT: He's walking around and obnoxiously weird girl bumps into him XD
WHERE: Wandering around the market. No specific spot.
WHEN: Mid-afternoon.
John shoved his hands into his pockets and keeping his head down made his way through the over crowded market. His mother's rules, that he had once said were etched behind his eyelids, were running through his head. One of them was not to stand out. Normally, John was good at blending in, being invisble. That weird outcasty kid that no one really talked to, or noticed was there. But here? Here he stood out painfully well. There was maybe a handful of other people dressed like he was, and the rest looked like they'd wandered out off the set of some historical movie.
They talked like it to. The will of God? Every answer he'd tried to get about how he'd gotten here, or how to get back, or why him in the first place was met with a variation of that answer. Which, in his opinion, was utter shit. God had no place in his world, He never had. Arguing the point would have been useless, and so John left it alone. They either didn't know, or wouldn't tell him, and his best bet was finding out information by exploring by himself.
Of course, this course of action was delayed by a wave of dizzyness and the realization that if John wanted to remain concious enough to get his answers, he needed to eat. Something sweet if he recalled correctly. Something about donating too much blood throwing off blood sugar. Which, had lead him to his current location. He quickly found out that that was easier said than done.
Market, didn't mean neatly organized, air conditioned store. No, apparantly here it ment random booths and too many people. He wasn't any closer to finding food than he had been twenty minutes ago. Damn. He stopped still, and took a moment to survery the surroundings for someone to ask who, well, wasn't an utter freak.