Footloose {Open}

Nero sighed and smiled, taking a drink of the beer in his bottle. It was half-empty (or was that half full?) and he was feeling pleasantly numb. Unlike his smaller sibling, the tall, twenty-three year old male could hold his alcohol, and was able to walk around in public without making an ass of himself.

So that's what the part-time villian was doing; relaxing after a day at his legitimate job, wandering around the Carnival grounds. Music blared from a speaker none to far away from the muscular male and shouts, laughter and talking filled the night air, snatches of different conversations drifting past as couples and groups moved this way and that. It was a nice, brisk fall night - early on in the season, too, so it wasn't cold enough yet to need a coat, perhaps a long-sleeved shirt.

Brown eyes studying the small roller coaster, Nero debated wasting his (mostly) hard-earned money on a few tickets.

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Rena stood, taking a sip of soup from her flask, though from the flush on her cheek, one could think it was alocohol, but no it was from her taking too large of a gulp, with a bigger chunk of chicken without chewing. And she coughed, her breath misting before her. It was getting on in the year, and getting ready for winter.

Why she was here this night, simple, she was bored. There wasn't too many players online at home tongiht, and she needed a break from the titans, and some fresh air, though she wore a purple, long haired wig., and green contacts, hiding her identity from Blacklist.

Jump City was known nation wide for its great entertainment in the carnival business. Not only that, but since Alexander held in his pockets the worthless trinkets of yesterdays loot, he could easily sell it for more then they’re worth. After all, the stupidity of the people in the Carnival is always the same – after a few too many drinks, they’ll buy anything they can get their hands on, if not steal. Or at least try to steal. In Alexander’s case, it would be difficult to find something of lesser – or more – value then the thing in his pocket, jingling away. The coins bounced inside of his jeans, hitting the side of the Chinese puzzle box to an extreme level of annoyance to the boy. His ginger hair seemed to almost blend in with his forehead and cheeks.

Embarrassment of the jingles and chimes of the coins left over in his pockets was causing much of a scene in the Carnival. Women, young and old, chuckled and pointed, whispering as he walked by. His hands were jammed into his pockets, his shoulder hunched, and his back arched ever so slightly as he tried to make himself less noticeable. However, the alcohol in his blood didn’t do much a helpful job. He hadn’t drunk as much as some, which was a delightful thing. Nevertheless, his stomach had a different feeling. Either, as he was mentally calculating, he was hungry for the cheese curds’ cart that was in the corner, or his stomach was upset at the beer. Too much carbonation can do that to a man. Though he had to admit the alcohol did some good for his fiery powers.

Between wandering among the stalls and games, and the groups of people who moved this way and that, there was little chance that Nero wouldn't have stumbled upon one of the other non-civilians who were at the carnival that night. And, as his luck would have it, the muscular male caught sight of both, none to far away from each other. They gave off no weird vibes or anything like that - it was the twos' hair that had caught Nero's eye.

The vivid purple and the bright orange-red looked almost unnatural, even lit by the neon and plain white lights that hung off the numerous stalls. And for some reason - against what common sense the part-time theif possesed, possibly offset by the beer - Nero wandered over to the male first, eyeing the purple haired girl a little warily. She probably had family hanging about, and looked young - maybe his gut feeling was wrong. But the redhead...

"Nice night, huh?", Nero said, breaking the ice with a conversational tone.

Alexander hadn’t been paying attention – as always – to the boy who had spoken to him. He believed it was directed to someone else, and so continued on. It wasn’t until his brain had informed him a conversation was started to him; Alexander had stopped to engage in it. “Oh, yeah – great night.” He nodded slowly, his voice dull and more deep then usual. His smooth-talkin’ tone of voice had seemed to disappear in the crowds of people. He felt inaudible. He scratched his nose and snorted slightly as a moth came to perch upon it. He swatted the thing away and nodded again.

“It’s almost disappointing to think summer had ended.” He shrugged. “I do like fall, though – Halloween and Thanksgiving and all that.” He chuckled calmly, though his eyes seemed to tell a different story. He wasn’t sure of this boy who stood before him. After all, how many people talked to tall, redheaded people who looked to be slightly deranged? He blamed it on the alcohol, of course. He usually did. He pursed his lips, rubbing his neck as he glanced around, his dull grayish-blue eyes flickering around.

Nero made an agreeing noise, nodding as he watched the people drifting by. He noticed the guy he was talking to looked distracted - maybe he had family or someone else here, too. Nero felt a pang of self pity and derivement; was he the only one here alone? If so, that seemed pitingly sad, and completely his own fault. Freinds were hard to come by - at least, ones who could get off work. And family...well, that was whole other story.

"Yeah. Halloween's always fun.", chuckled the dark skinned male, taking another drink of his beer, fingers tapping slightly on the side of the glass bottle, brown coloration of the glass making the drink inside murky.

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"Halloween's a bit over-rated for me" Rena said, after a bit of a coughing fit, before getting all of the chicken down. She had walked up to the two, as it seemed like a random conversation between two strangers, judging from the length it took the red-head to respond.

"I don't even get the point, you dress up and get cheap candy, going door-to-door. Doesn't sound that appealing to me." She took a drink from her flask, making sure to chew the chicken that came out of it this time.

Nero raised an eyebrow as the long haired girl inducted herself into the conversation. Moreso than that boldness, however, he was shocked to see a flask being held by the lass. 'She couldn't be more than...what, sixteen? At the most?', the tech wizard thought to himself, a slight frown upon his face before it was whiped away by an easy-going grin.

"Ah, but the candy is the best part, don't you know. All that sugar, and for free!", exclaimed nero, smiling haphazardly at the dark-eyed villianess.

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She made a face, with her tongue out a little, as if she had just tasted something nasty. "Bleck, I hate sweet things, bitter's the way to go." and took a gulp from the flask, again being sure to chew thoroughly.

"Fresh Black Coffee's the best" She said with a smile, now wanting to go down to the Starbucks near the wal-mart on the east side of town. Though there were other Starbucks's closer, she liked that one the best.

Alexander’s brow flexed. This tiny girl disliked the taste of sugary substances, huh? He shook his head in disbelief. How odd. He looked her up and down, eyeing that bright mop upon her head. She looked like cotton candy, to say the least. He chuckled to himself, shoving his hands into his pockets and sniffed slightly, feeling the slight breeze play against his chest. He shivered slightly and pulled his biceps closer to him as if warming himself. He wished he had a flask like the girl. It wasn’t dull like most, either. It seemed to have a sparkle to it as the dim lights of the street lamps sparked alive.

“Nothing sweet, huh?” He tilted his head slightly. “What kind of person doesn’t like sugar? You must hate everything then.” Alexander chuckled again, softer this time. He tried to keep his voice down – something about it seemed different from the rest, for the police always managed to find him in a crowd of talking people. Or perhaps it was his hair. He shrugged at his thought and sniffed again.

Damn – it’s cold.