*Radio 5. John Wraith 0.* OTA

[hunt_the_devil]

*John had broken yet another radio. It was the fifth one this week and currently he was sat outside his tent with the radio in pieces across the floor, joined by a huge mug of coffee which currently sat steaming away and untouched. Currently John was trying to put a tiny fiddle piece of radio back into its rightful place but his pudgy fingers were

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[xxxbanexxx]

*Tristan looked up when he was hit by something. He glanced around spotting the tiny screw in the dirt and the man sitting with a very broken... something. He wandered over.*

This yours?

*He held the screw out.*

[hunt_the_devil]

*Plucking the pesky screw from the young lads fingers John half heartedly smiled glaring at the pieces of the radio*

Yeah damn little thin' don't want to seem to co-operate with me much today. Sorry if it got you as it made its escape though

[xxxbanexxx]

Nah, I'm good. Only a little screw.

*He offered a smile.*

I'm Tristan.

[hunt_the_devil]

Pleasure to meet you kid I'm John Wraith

*John nodded at Tristan before resuming his attempt to fix the radio, muttering to himsefl under his breath*

[45825243_t78_a]

*Logan couldn't help but stare a little as he came out of his tent, intending to go find a quiet place somewhere. Sure, he'd seen John in his new, supersized version before, but it was difficult to get used to it. Not being able to smell him was probably what did it; now that John neither looked nor smelled like he'd used to, he might almost be someone else entirely. Even Logan wasn't paranoid enough to think Stryker would replace people by alternates (and, hell, if he had, would he really have picked that for John?), but that was about how familiar he felt. Logan didn't know this John, and it bothered him. Small altercations aside, he actually liked John, and was, in his own way, grateful for the peacekeeping influence John had around camp. That was why Logan decided to talk to him. He needed to get used to the new John, and reassure himself that the man's stabilizing influence was still there. There had to be something he could still count on, now that everything in camp was jumbled.*

Hey.

[hunt_the_devil]

*Having given up on the radio (for now) John looked up and smiled, his chubby cheeks giving him the appearance of a hamster for a moment.

Patting the log bench John shifted up, thankful that it was large enough for at least two super-sized versions of himself to sit on before it got a little cramped. John was pleased to see Logan, a friendly face amongst a sea of new and often barely concealed disgust. He didn't blame the others for being so shocked by his size and boy did John now know what Fred went through on a daily basis.
What he needed lately was that reminder of what had been before, the stability of a level headed individual like Logan, who would look beyond the weight and see the same man he had always been... or so he hoped.*

Hey Logan, how you been?

[45825243_t78_a]

*Logan sat down next to John. Already he felt a bit more comfortable around him; just watching John's movements (even if they were currenly hampered by the blubber somewhat) made him look more familiar.*

Feel like I got my head in a goddamn goldfish bowl.

*Well, there was little use pretending everything was hunky-dory, was there? Practically everyone in camp was miserable. Logan shrugged, glancing at the ground in front of him before looking at John again. Of course, some had it worse than others. Much as Logan hated being a living light show (in theory, anyway; he hadn't tried to produce light yet, and he wasn't planning to), he didn't envy John at all.*

You?

[hunt_the_devil]

*Chuckling lightly John nodded, he got the feeling Logan felt as out of place as he did in this new body... well old body but super super sized.*

I reckon I'm gettin' used to havin' this bulk added onto my frame though I don't think the budget will appreciate a sudden influx in radio orders. Guess it's given me a better sense of what poor Fred used to have to go through. Apart from that though I'm doin' alright.

How's your leg?

*He remembered that Logan had managed to kick the table one or two times during their meeting, obviously not having an instant healing ability meant that every bump, scrape and accident left a slight bruise.*

[un_move_able]

*Fred looked like hell, and he felt like it too. His sleepless night had been to blame. But as he approached John's tent, he tried not to let it show. Poor Wraith looked as though he was losing the battle with his recently squashed radio anyway.*

Hey stranger. *he said with a smile.*

[hunt_the_devil]

*John could read Fred like a book and the same could be said about Fred reading John. That was the benefit of the friendship that had forged between them over the years. He could tell something wasn't right with Fred from the way his shoulders seemed to sag with a heavy weight. Smiling at his friend, John set down his now half drunk mug of coffee.*

Howdy to you to stranger. Hows the hat?

[un_move_able]

Never suited me none too good like it did on you. So it's got its own place in my tent until things get sorted out.

*He yawned and stretched a stubborn kink from his shoulder and felt a new one replace it in his back. At least if he went back to his *old* new body, he could be his own personal mattress...*

[hunt_the_devil]

Heck at least it is somewhere safe! I mean I reckon I'd have sat on it and squashed it by now...

*John sighed wistfully, he sure did miss his hat but then at the same time it was probably doing him good to have a break from being quite so possesive over his treasued possession. He had owned that hat longer than he had been in the team... an important momento that he dreaded the thought of losing.*

You still coping with the powers? Not ended up in any awkward places lately?