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[theforceoncrack]

[Good evening, Discedo. It's a little past a young child's bedtime, wouldn't you agree? Definitely for this one, at least. Six, or maybe seven years old, staring into the screen. He's small and scrawny, and his face is screwed up like he's prepared to fight tooth and nail to get out of here.]

What kinda phone is this? It's huge. It looks like some

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[mini_mera]

{Muttered to himself.}What is it with all these kids showin' up? {Says the 10 year old. He pauses at the whole 'that's what family does' thing. His brothers would come after him that was sure... but he'd never had any adult give a damn.}

You the brat of a Noble too?

[theforceoncrack]

What?! [Oh you have insulted him, tiny Ace.]

Uncle Frankie's a businessman! We don't even have nobles here anymore!

[mini_mera]

What the hell are you talking about? The nobles live in the walled city, beyond this dump.

Businessman, noble, they're all the same. All they care about is money and status. It doesn't matter that there are people suffering outside their walls or monsters destroying things.

I bet your Uncle isn't going to show. You may as well get used to it here.

[theforceoncrack]

What walled city? You mean New York? We're in New York! I think.

[FROWNING SO HARD.]

That's what they told me at the orphanage. That no one would ever take me. And then Uncle Frankie showed up. So you're wrong.

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[prodigal_axe]

It ain't worse than my Orphanage...weirder, I guess.

[prodigal_axe]

You lookin' for a Jenny? There used to be one around here... I think.

oh my god so adorable.

[theforceoncrack]

[PINGED SO HARD.]

Where?! Tell me where they took her!

[prodigal_axe]

They uh...uh...

[Sounding a little pained trying to remember.]

She went back home. So, you don't gotta worry about her bein' in this weird dream.

[spectrophobic]

[This frequency...

. . .

Man, this kid thing is like an epidemic!]

... Jackie? Iss'at you?

[theforceoncrack]

[Jackie comes back to the "phone" and glares some more at it.]

Who're you? How'd you know that name?

[spectrophobic]

[Woah. Liz screws up her his face right back at him.]

You mean you don't know?

[Well, that's awkward. Especially considering that the name doesn't really match up with the face right now.]

How? I know you, Jackie. You're the one who told me your name!

[theforceoncrack]

[I'LL SCREW MY FACE UP EVEN MORE.]

I know who I told my name to and you ain't one of them! Now whaddyou want?

[7th_warrant]

... Herr Jackie as well, it would seem...

[theforceoncrack]

You speak weird.

[7th_warrant]

My manner of speech is the least "weird" thing about me, I think you'll find.

[theforceoncrack]

[Narrowing his eyes now. You're weird and he doesn't like it. 8(]

Whaddya want?

IS THIS OUR LOG? MIA HAS MOVED TO HORTON BTW.

[turneverystone]

[Hi there little one. Have a nice lady.]

YES and yaaaay lady neighbor 83

[theforceoncrack]

[Little one isn't sure if he wants a nice lady. He hasn't met a lot of nice adults yet. Although....with the suit, you look a little like one of Uncle Frankie's associates.

....keeping an eye on you. While scootching across the street.]

YAY LITTLE ONE!

[turneverystone]

[Watching, and trying to figure out who you might be... Oh wait.]

Jackie?

[theforceoncrack]

[.....Pause in scootching.]

Yeah?