lastandleast | Must be interestin' conversation; you keepin' your mouth shut and Johnny not sayin' anything.

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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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?"

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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?"

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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.

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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."

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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."

if you can picture a little dark puppy that has been kicked too many times...

Must be interestin' conversation; you keepin' your mouth shut and Johnny not sayin' anything.

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