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The young Runaway walked into the Catina, his bag was held casually over his shoulder and he had motorcycle grease smeared on his cheek. "Hey ya" he said shifting the weight of his bag "a young kid said that I can find a bed here" he said. "It's nice" he murmered softly. "I can work for my keep" he said.

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Logan looked around from where she was serving a young couple and their kids, then walked over and looked up at him, absently wondering if she was going to wind up with another kid. "Whatcha runnin' from?"

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"What makes ya think I'm a runnin?" he asked casually. The smell of motorcycles and sawdust still clung to him. With the under tones of flowers and candy floss.

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"Guy yer age offerin' t' work fer 'is keep." Those large dark eyes were shrewed. "'N other stuff."

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He smiled "ah've been working for my keep as long as I've been old enough to stand" true to a point. ON the carnival everyone was meant to be able to hold their own. "Johnny Blaze" he said offering a hand.

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"Logan." Her hand was small, but her grip was firm. "Like I say, 'n other stuff."

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"Don't really got pork." She stopped and sniffed as the fragrant smell of roasting meat came from the kitchen, then blinked as her stomach rumbled. "Heh, whoops."

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He smiled "Well foods food right?"

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"Pretty much. So long as a Jubes don't try cookin' it." She nodded her head to a padded booth near the bar and the door to the kitchen, then turned and walked through said door as a half gleeful kid yell came from somewhere outside and echoed as through a huge space.

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"I'm useless at cookin me self"

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"S'alright," she said as she came back with a plate heaped with roasted meat in each hand. One was nicely rare and had a roasted potato with it, the meat on the other... was a little bloody. Not really raw, but still bleeding.

She offered him with the cooked meat and the potatoes and nodded again toward the booth. "Take a load off, kid."

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That explained a couple things.

"Why?"

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"My Father, my own family...... had Cancer"

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"Where's yer ol' man now?" She absently rubbed the baby's tummy as the waitress brought him some little sandwiches cut into shapes.

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"He didn't the next day in a motorcycle accident. But he was free of cancer"

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"You realize that deal's not set in stone?"

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"'N yer memories, 'n yer health, 'n a world ya could go back ta if ya wanted." Her dark eyes held hints of pain.

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He shrugged "I guess."

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"'N now yer here." More yelling and laughter came from outside, and an adult voice echoed over the Valley telling them to get off the railing.

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He laughed softly hearing that. "Yeah nice place" he agreed.

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"That's my boys," she said softly as the laughter redoubled. "The Valley's a place for folk as don't got nowhere else. A safe place."

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She hesitated, but then put out her hand and gently cupped the pendant, her dark eyes a little bright as she looked down at it. -God, help this kid, please.-

"Sure, bub," she said huskily.

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He smiled "Thanks, maybe when I'm free of this deal I'll come get it...."

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"Lord willin'," she rasped softly, still praying as she tugged him to his feet and caught him in a strong hug, the baby hugging him too as he was squished against him.

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He smiled "Thanks. Ya real nice" he grinned "I'll be sure to send some friends to give you progress reports"

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Logan nodded and stepped back, reaching up to mess up his hair and then shove him gently toward the door.