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Cherry Bomb 08 ♦ Nice ♦ This ain't Brooklyn! [In person]

'EY! Where the hell am I-?!

[Anyone in the dormitory corridor may hear this little bombshell yelling, not out of anguish or panic, but sheer confusion. If anyone were to look a little closer, they'd notice she looks a lot like Nice. She's about 10 or so, wearing dirty and worn dungarees, with brown working boots and a head of blonde scruff hair. Unlike her older counterpart, she has no eyepatch..]

I'm a smart kid and I know thi ain't Brooklyn! Anyone?? If you've kidnapped me ya doin' a damn bad job at keepin' me quiet!!

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Oh..

[She looks around the place fairly absently. She doesn't seem too bothered]

..S'nice place..

[She runs down the stairs, jumping the last two, and holds her hand out to him]

Good ta meetcha John~

Likewise.

[He returned the handshake and smiles. He never thought that he would see Nice as a kid but this really gave a more valuable feel to his budding relationship with her and adding something to the beginning of it really does give a more genuine feel to her later admiration.]

Come on. I'll get'cha somethin' t' eat.

Sounds good ta me

[She scratches her head as she glances up at him]

So..where am I exactly..? I ain't complainin' - looks pretty cushty, like the white house or somethin'

By th' looks of things, we're in a place called the Manor. According to some sort'a desk jockey, the one that brought us here wrote us in a story an' th' only way out is if we're written out. I wouldn't worry about it much. We aren't th' same goofs that this Author person likes t' bring in.

[He takes her hand and starts walking toward the kitchen area.]

We'll see how it goes.

[She nods as he explains things, like a business man would whilst hearing his company is doing well

I ain't worried - It ain't like there're many people ta miss me or nothin'..That does sound pretty neat though..so, we're in a story--

[She accepts his hand, but smirks a little]

'Ey, ya stil haven't answered my question - how dya know my name?

[Cooly, he was really hoping to avoid this conversation. Instead of diverting, which wouldn't end well, he inhales deeply to answer it.]

You know we're in a story, right? So as crazy as it's all gonna sound, keep in mind that not everything is as it seems here. I ain't gonna lie to ya an' I never will.

[He sucks in a breath and continues.]

I knew you when you were older. We...we were friends. Still are, I think. Better be at least. [He smirks playfully.] I actually liked ya more than a friend then but I'll save that fer another time.

Aaah..~

[She smiles a miniature version of her older selfs signature smile. Wicked and playful]

An' that's why ya holdin' mah hand. Smoooth, Johnny - very sneaky

But hey, until I'm older again, I guess we can still be friends.

[Oh that sharp wit of hers made him smirk.]

Somethin' like that. Don't get any funny ideas 'cuz none o' that's gonna happen in yer current size but friends, yeah, that's definitely doable.

[She mocks disgust]

Naah, I think I can wait somehow - no offence but the age difference right now might offend folks. Y'ain't bad lookin' though - At least my good tastes last inta adulthood eh~?

[Letting go of his hand, she runs up to a rather expensive looking table, lifting an equally expensive looking vase off of it]

'eey..I wonder how much this is worth..more than a couple a bucks

I can say this much - lookin' at all the fanc furnishings, I can't wait ta see what kinda food they got.

[John's good mood wasn't squelched from Nice's sudden curiosity and fencing prices.]

Don't know. I ain't into that kind'a thing. I rob banks an' I don't do pawn broker stuff. Takes too long.

[From the dining room, he walks into the kitchen and asks for steak, vegetables and a potato. His head emerges from behind the door.]

What'd'ya feel like havin'?

[Replacing the vase clumsily, she nearly drops it when she hears what he says for a living]

Ya rob banks-?!

[She almost ignores his question]

Anythin', anythin'- meat is good

So ya really rob banks? I gotta admit, I'm usually cool 'bout this kinda stuff, but that is so sweet-!

[Talk about an ego booster and a half. John's grin grows nearly two sizes that day...if he were the Grinch it would be his heart.]

Yeah. It's got that excitement that's unlike any other though it's a little hard t' do when there's no banks around t' rob. I can hit any bank at anytime if not every bank every time.

[He makes the second order the same to keep from getting things confused. He starts preparing the meal himself which is something that he liked to do when he had the time to do it.]

You like garlic?

[He started breaking out the cooking materials and the utensils.]

[She takes a seat in one of the bar stools and watches him in a new found awe]

Yeah, garlics good~

So..wow..every bank? At any time? Man..

[Excuse her, she's a little lost for words]

Wouldja show me? If we get outta here, wouldja take me with ya on a job? I won't be a pain in the ass or anythin' like that, an' I'm real good at doin' what I'm told~

[As tempting as that was for him to take her along, he fought against what was practical and what was a field trip. Of course without Red driving or having any of his gang around did make his jobs a little harder. Then a smirk came from her colorful use of words.]

Yer no pain in th' ass. Tell ya what, doll, next time I go, yer comin' with me an' you'll help Natsuo with th' scoutin'.

[He takes the garlic and peels it apart, separating one clove. He uses the flat of the chefs knife and pounds it, mincing up the clove and peeling away the skin. He scoops up the minced clove and tosses it into the olive oil and herb mixture before putting on the steaks.]

Daddy always told me I'd make a good teacher someday. Just didn't know what I'd teach.

[He smirked.]

[She smiled broadly; it wasn't what she'd asked, but it was definitely better than nothing]

Sounds just fine to me~

[At the mention of his father, she thought back briefly to her own parents, her expression becoming a little stern]

[He flicks the tip of his nose and sniffs the air. It was the only outward sign of discomfort that he'll give when he's either nervous or somewhat insecure about an issue. Parents were one of those subjects. He kicked himself for bringing it up and quickly changes the subject.]

You like salad or corn?

[One thing that was never talked about was family matters. Volunteering it was one thing. Asking about it was completely different. What happened inside the home stayed at home.]

[Glad that the subject was skimmed over, she brightens up a little]

Both - I could eat a horse right now

[At the moment she didn't like her family too much, so she was happy that she didn't have to talk about them]

Good.

[His smile returns as he continues on with the preparations, making both the salad and the corn wasn't a bad idea. He's not much for domestic things but there were times that he had his moments and didn't mind it now and then.]

Sounds like you go yerself there an appetite.

[He already knows what she'll look like as an adult and the company was most definitely welcome. Growing up in their time was tough. Kids were often overlooked or ignored and sometimes viewed as a social eyesore in some cases when they did something embarrassing in public. A certain kinship was forming here and being someone to look up to was a welcome change than being feared or loathed.

He flipped over the steaks and covered them to allow the flavors to seep in as he continued his work.]

What's yer favorite thing t' do?

[She nods happily, enjoying the smells coming from the cooker]

Hell yea - I'm a growin' kid, I gotta love food

[She pulls her feet up underneath her as she thinks of what she loves to do the most, the mere thought bringing her smile back to full force]

My favourite thing..~ It's gotta be a toss up between fireworks and bombs - if it's explosive then I'm there, but I dunno if I could choose between 'em.

I make my own ya know - only little ones, but they've got a lotta bite to 'em!

Really? Now, tha's impressive. When I was yer age, I liked goin' out in th' barn an' I pretended t' be Billy th' Kidd. Read stories about him all th' time. Not much to read on a farm, I suppose.

[He began chopping up the vegetables for the salad.]

Can you hand me that bowl there?

[She hands it to him and watches him prepare the food, bright eyes picking up tips for the future and memorising them]

I kinda wish I lived on a farm..the city can be kinda rough, an' it's noisy and smells bad sometimes..lotsa people too, so I guess it ain't all bad

[Those hands that can handle a rifle with deadly precision, shed blood and managed multiple escapes have the same precision and delicate movements to create which he is proving this time around.]

Farm life ain't so hot at times. Hard work. Get up at th' crack of dawn an' in bed by nightfall, gets a might borin'. I guess there's somethin' t' consider on both sides o' th' fence. Pressure on both sides an' a crack forms.

[He uses a very light sprinkling of salt and pepper on the salad, sprinkling a little oil and a touch of vinegar, he begins to toss the salad with the salad tongs. After that was done, he removes the steaks from the heat and checks the corn and potatoes.]

Almost done. Grab a couple'a plates will ya, doll?

[He wipes his hands on the towel hanging on the small rack and starts to move about to grab the glasses, silverware and napkins to set the table.]

[She hops down from the barstool and starts exloring the cupboards for plates. Eventually finding them, she pulls them out, breaking one in the process. Glancing up at John, she kicks the cupboard door closed and pushes the pieces under the counter, before getting up and putting the plates on the table as if nothing happened]

I guess so..I ain't a big fan 'a hard work

[The moment he heard the plate fall and saw her pushing the remains under the counter, he moved to grab the dust pan and brush to sweep them up.]

Rule o' thumb, never leave behind any mess ya made. Like robbin' banks, leave behind a mess, they'll catch you. Gotta make it clean or they'll find you.

[Standing up, John gave a small grin and throws the shattered dish into the rubbish and replaces the pan and brush before washing his hands.]

'Cuz if yer messy, someone's gonna have t' pick up the mess after ya an' that takes unnecessary time an' effort in gettin' away. Sometimes, it can't be helped but always think ahead.

[He began setting up the plates for their meal and gave Nice a smile.]

In everything we do, it's better t' just be clean all the way.

[There was no hint of chastisement in his tone. He was in too good a mood to be upset over a plate but the example was there and he saw it as an opening.]

Everything takes work. It's part of what makes a person successful or not. Think smart, think ahead, an' the things you do will go smooth. Like that dish that broke, that's evidence that somethin' went wrong an' all it takes is fer someone t' think on th' why an' how and it'll catch up t' us.

[Once the plates were set, he picks them up and heads toward the dining room.]

[She just blinks up at him, and watches as he cleans up after her. She wasn't used to having to clean up after herself, since her father was the one who enforced the discipline in her house..and he was never home. But she listens to him, and takes mental notes either way]

I guess that makes sense..sorry, I never really thought of it like that, but then again, I've never really thought of robbin' a bank

[When she see's he's not scolding her, she smiles back relieved, before following him into the dining room]

Cherry Bomb 08 ♦ Nice ♦ This ain't Brooklyn! [In person]

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