Rat outta cage.

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Every once in a while, Jono ventures out of the house. It's not often and he tries to make sure no one sees him. The very last thing he needs is some stupid sort of yuppie school-counselor encouragement about accepting the world or something equally silly

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It was a little too obvious the way the kid did it. After all, there was no one else around. He moved up rather quietly behind him, but but by the time he reached into his pocket for his wallet, Jono had to have noticed something.

What was up in the air was whether the little thug could get a hold of said wallet before he had to start running.

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Like every good emo, Jono's wallet is on a chain. He's startled and turned around by the yank, everything hits the ground. He scrambles for that first figuring the kid'll have a time with that chain...

If it hadn't been through more than enough tussles in several years. A metal ring snaps with a clank. Bugger. What's the odds he can give this kid a mental whammy one-two without him tumbling out into the street or someone seein' it?

~Don't be dumb, kid.~ Bad day for him. The odds look good.

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Thing was, the kid wasn't going to try to fight him.

Nope, this one was a runner, and he went right for the street. A public place, where Jono couldn't just slam him.

If he wanted that wallet back, he was going to have to run after him.

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--Right in the middle of! DAMNIT!

There's the influence all students of Emma Frost get that says you could simply turn the entire crowded street against the boy. Ewww. Away from that creepy thought and back to SANITY, Jono can jab the boy a bit with some head pains. Slow him up. Not to mention the very loud, annoyed voice in his head.

Jono makes a scramble to retrieve his LPs, and on with the chase, still yelling directly at the kid all the way.

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Jono keens a look; for a second. He's been in plenty of battle situations and sometimes uniforms don't come out one-hundred percent. It doesn't offend him, or overtly draw his attention.

~Lots of people have told me lots of things. Bio furnace of psionic energy, telepathic, sometimes hot, mayhaps explosive. Why I can talk to you with--~ He gestures the bandages. ~No face, an' all.~

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~Not at all.~

Jono really doesn't want to talk about him. Girlie who's got it all arranged to thrash street thugs is a much more interesting topic. ~I'm just some bloke who was walkin' down the wrong street. Getta load of you-- Capcom hero done right. You been doin' this long?~

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~An' y'wanna go somewhere but you don't even know where t'start.~

Jono leans back in the couch, folding his hands together behind his head. ~Not even sure what I'd do, anyway. I could move out, go independent, and then wot? Seems like I'd just do the same thing somewhere else.~

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~I don't do anythin'.~ The tone isn't snappish at her but it is short and he's obviously a little embarrassed to be admitting such a thing.

~I still hang around the school. But I don't work or anythin' if that's what you mean. I know how to defend myself well enough, though, guess I'm just rusty and I wasn't payin' attention. I figure God gave me this wreck, huh? Some part of it might be useful.~ A grumble at himself. ~And I'm too nice to jus' fry someone's head, so it's not like I could'a hauled off on 'em without *ZAP* and there goes their whole brain, y'know?~