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Ponyboy? Dally? Shoot, I-

I--

[Nervous shifting, followed by the sound of someone slapping down their pockets in search of cigarettes; eureka! Hiss of a match being struck, and shaky breathing.]

Ain't there supposed to be clouds here? Or... fire? Ain't I dead yet?

[ooc: Open for action by the fountain! And voice replies, too, but it's going to be a long while before Johnny figures out how to work a network device; I mean, the handheld calculator was first invented in 1967. Laptops, not so much.]
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action;

Date: 2009-04-17 05:27 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] hundredth
The fountain is one of Hong Mei's favorite spots in the City, an attachment perverted by the images that appear in the water, reminders of home and a world which, while not the most desirable, is at least familiar to her. She's sitting on the edge again, chin resting in her palms when she suddenly spots someone appear nearby in the blink of an eye.

"Wow. I've never actually watched an entrance before," she remarks, loudly enough for him to hear. "Need help?"

Date: 2009-04-17 05:31 am (UTC)
inmyothertights: (Billy - floating~)
From: [personal profile] inmyothertights
....there are clouds. Just not right now.

action;

Date: 2009-04-17 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelastandleast.livejournal.com
Johnny lets out a strangled yelp and drops his cigarette. You really don't even have to try to scare him halfway out of his skin, so when he glances over his shoulder towards where the voice had come from it's with wide eyes and a halfway open mouth. "... What?"

audio;

Date: 2009-04-17 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] winewomenand
No fire here, kid. Whether or not you're dead, I can't exactly tell from why over there, so you're all on your own on answering that.

audio;

Date: 2009-04-17 05:37 am (UTC)
adamantined: (AMAZEMENT)
From: [personal profile] adamantined
Do you have a heartbeat?

action;

Date: 2009-04-17 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] hundredth
She laughs a little, tucking stray hair behind her ear before she tries again, making sure not to approach the boy too quickly, who looks more than a little startled. But that's a perfectly good cigarette he's just dropped, so she walks over and ducks down, picking it up and taking a drag before holding it out, in case he wants it back.

"Well. You're obviously not home. And while I can't take you back, I can at least get you settled here. Or at least answer any questions you have."

Hong Mei grins, tilting her head--the smile is almost apologetic.

voice;

Date: 2009-04-17 05:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelastandleast.livejournal.com
I meant lotsa clouds, like in-- wait, what is this?

[Cue ineffectual exploration of buttons that probably just end up beeping a lot at you?]

audio;

Date: 2009-04-17 05:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelastandleast.livejournal.com
I-- over where?

audio;

Date: 2009-04-17 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelastandleast.livejournal.com
I... I don't think so?

audio;

Date: 2009-04-17 05:49 am (UTC)
adamantined: (INVESTIGATIVE)
From: [personal profile] adamantined
Then -

Sorry. This place sort of... puts that kind of thing on pause, I guess. Talk about awkward ice breakers. Did anyone get you the guide?

Re: voice;

Date: 2009-04-17 05:50 am (UTC)
inmyothertights: (Billy - flying to the rescue)
From: [personal profile] inmyothertights
Like Heaven? That's not where this---

....stop pushing buttons you'll disconnect!

action;

Date: 2009-04-17 06:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelastandleast.livejournal.com
Johnny goes bright red all the way to his ears, when he finds himself staring first at the girl, and then at cigarette, then at the girl again. He's, er, not really accustomed to talking with girls who don't have too much makeup caked on, mean grins and meaner attitudes. This one is not just talking but smiling at him, and- "... um..." Give him a second, Hong Mei. Even with people he's known all his life are lucky to get him to string two or three sentences together in a day.

He takes the cigarette back and just stares some more before blinking and looking down quickly enough to make it obvious he only just realized that he was doing it. He still looks like he might jump out of his skin at the slightest provocation, but at least he's working up the courage to ask a question; "W-where?" His brows knit, and he tries again; be tough, Johnnycake. "Where am I? I ain't- I ain't even supposed to be able to walk again."

voice;

Date: 2009-04-17 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelastandleast.livejournal.com
[And he stops! But more because he's scared you knew he was doing it, Billy. You'll have to give him a few days - or weeks, or... months, whatever - to figure out what this does.]

... Who are you?

audio;

Date: 2009-04-17 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelastandleast.livejournal.com
... Guide?

Then this ain't--? Where is it?

action;

Date: 2009-04-17 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] hundredth
After Johnny takes the cigarette back, Hong Mei stands at her full height again--although her height isn't terribly impressive, barely over five feet--and looks a little more closely at the boy. There's a familiar sort of air about him, overwhelmed and out of his element, but perhaps from a place where a quick rebound is necessary, judging from the terseness of his voice and furrow of his brow. Her smile fades a little at the mention of him suggesting that he shouldn't be able to walk, and for a moment she bites down on her lower lip.

She tucks her hands into her pockets, acting a little shier than she actually is. It's disarming, usually.

"You're in the City. It's not on Earth, but I also don't think it's any version of an afterlife that you can come up with. It's a place that seems to pull people from different places and times together without any real reason." Her grin is a little lopsided, sheepish. "Bet you think I'm crazy. People don't really... die here, though, if that's what you were hinting at."

voice;

Date: 2009-04-17 06:11 am (UTC)
inmyothertights: (Billy - if I have to wear this bowtie...)
From: [personal profile] inmyothertights
I'm Billy Kaplan. You?

audio; fff typos

Date: 2009-04-17 06:12 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] winewomenand
Over there, wherever you are, new arrival boy. You're broadcasting over a device. We can all hear you.

audio;

Date: 2009-04-17 06:13 am (UTC)
adamantined: (HEROINE)
From: [personal profile] adamantined
It's [ a short pause goes here ] kind of hard to explain. This place is kind of like the melting pot of all melting pots. There are people here from different worlds and -

Actually I should preface this by saying I'm not on drugs. Anyway. There are people here from different worlds, different time lines. Some people are still alive and other people have passed away but this place kind of -

It's all in the guide. Here and here.

I'm Claire, by the way.

voice;

Date: 2009-04-17 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelastandleast.livejournal.com
... Johnny Cade.

audio; :( ♥

Date: 2009-04-17 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelastandleast.livejournal.com
Like a radio? But I ain't doin' nothing.

voice;

Date: 2009-04-17 06:19 am (UTC)
inmyothertights: (Billy - everything's magic)
From: [personal profile] inmyothertights
Nice to meet you.

audio;

Date: 2009-04-17 06:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelastandleast.livejournal.com
... Where? I don't see nothin'. [... Sorry, hyperlinks are still a mystery to him.]

I'm- I'm Johnny.

audio;

Date: 2009-04-17 06:29 am (UTC)
adamantined: (FROST)
From: [personal profile] adamantined
It should show up on your screen.

It's nice to hear from you, Johnny.

action;

Date: 2009-04-17 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelastandleast.livejournal.com
They're probably about the same height; Johnny is the king of unimpressive stature, and it bugs him something awful. Makes him look fourteen, maybe thirteen, when he's already sixteen. Being skinny and always some shade of beaten up really doesn't help.

And yeah- it is disarming. Johnny glances back up to her, smoking again and fidgeting with the cuffs of his jean jacket.

Part of the reason he don't talk much is on account of the fact that he's way too nice to maintain an illusion of toughness. And that's important, to him. "Shoot, I don't think you're crazy," he might, a little, since most of what she just said went in ear and came out the other... but he doesn't want to make her feel bad. He's just not any good at grasping concepts that come at him too fast, so he goes with the flow and latches onto the last part of her speech. "Ain't they already dead?"

action;

Date: 2009-04-17 06:49 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] hundredth
Hong Mei doesn't mind the height; if anything, it makes him feel more approachable, for what it's worth, and to that, she's always the most receptive. If you have to push too much to get to know a person, it gets dangerous, knowing just how to toe the line without making them lash back in some manner. She wonders if he's cold, considers lending him her jacket--but if he's always putting up such a front, that'd probably be a bad idea.

Oh well.

"You probably should think that I'm crazy," Hong Mei points out, pulling her sleeves further down until they stretch past her fingers. "Stuff like this doesn't just happen anywhere, right? But... no, not everyone here's dead. I'm not. Still have a heartbeat."

She pauses. "But those who are dead can still walk, talk, breathe while here. That's why I said that they don't really die, at least it doesn't feel like it. I've heard that their hearts stop beating, their bodies grow cold."
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