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WHO: Angelo, Paige and Jono
WHERE: A park relatively near the Porter
WHEN: July 5, evening
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Jono's back in the City - but he's not the one they know. Angelo and Paige go to pick him up and see just who he is.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever afterwards.
( not the man I thought you were )
WHERE: A park relatively near the Porter
WHEN: July 5, evening
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Jono's back in the City - but he's not the one they know. Angelo and Paige go to pick him up and see just who he is.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever afterwards.
( not the man I thought you were )
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An Alternate Jono.
It felt more awkward because he'd seemed so sure he knew her. Paige had been ready to believe that this was something from her future, still toyed with the idea, but it couldn't be possible could it? He was young. She couldn't tell how young exactly, but not far off her own age, surely. Where had he come from? What was it like? How had he managed to stay whole? Oh wow....was he human? Part of was berating her for acting so fast. She had made certain decisions about Jono. Decisions she was finding that she couldn't stick to. She was a sucker for a mayday. No ( ... )
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And for what? To see Mondo ripped apart right in front of his eyes, with Vicente following? To watch as the seemingly-endless horde of guards closed in on them, even as they made a break for it? To lie to the bit of a gel he'd shouldered in a moment of pity that everything would be alright?
He really needed a smoke.
Jono cast his gaze around once more, and caught sight of grey skin and a flash of blonde hair coming his way. Wouldn't this be a lark? He waited, though, holding his greeting until he could see their faces properly; searching for what, he had no clue.
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"You're not," he answered. "This is... extraño." Shaking his head, he saw a blur out of the corner of his eye, and upon focusing he could see that it was a young man whose clothes made him look like he'd been chewed up by a garbage truck and spat back out a day later.
Close enough. Putting a hand on Paige's arm to direct her attention, Angelo began walking towards the potential stranger, getting a better look the closer he came and feeling his apprehension grow with each step.
It was him. He had a mouth and all and there wasn't a bandage in sight - not that he couldn't have used them - but there was no mistaking his best friend. It was Jono. Sudddenly, he didn't know what to say.
"Hola."
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Angelo's hand on her arm drew her attention. She followed his gaze across the park to a bench where a figure sat. At any other time she would have assumed he was homeless, but now they were here, looking for Jono, she knew him straight away.
"...say."
You spend enough time with someone you recognise certain things. In this case, some of those things had translated into this new Jono, someone still unknown to them. The sensation of warm familiarity was a double-edged sword. Comforting and haunting all at once.
She kept in stride with Angelo as they moved closer, studying him closely the nearer they got. She didn't sit when they reached the bench, just hovered, seeing that face before her that she'd imagined so often when they had worked together, but had never been able to see. As those feelings of awkwardness snuck in, Paige did the only thing she could think of. She talked, the thing to say she'd ( ... )
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