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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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[hothead-johnnys.livejournal.com]

"Can't see that he's any better" he said "Let mah pops die didn't he? Let me loose everythin'"

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"You figure He oughtta ben in there intervenin' when yer busy makin' deals with the lackey He fired?" She quirked an eyebrow. "'N y' ain't lost everythin', kid."

[hothead-johnnys.livejournal.com]

"I didn't really mean too, we were talking and I didn't believe he could do it........" he sighed "Either way Dads gone, mah girl is, and all I have's me bike"