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Moon Knight (_not_broken) wrote in dunwichgame,

Jake looked up from lighting his cigarette when someone spoke, before letting his cheap crappy disposable lighter go out. He was going to need a new one of those soon as well, since the current one was lighting his smokes with hopes and wishes and maybe a few fumes and not much else. He blew a small cloud of smoke out of his lungs, and then nodded at the older girl. He quickly flicked through any memories of the other kids that Marc or Steven had, and then recognized her. She was the one who'd been sent away. Not quite like they had (entirely different destinations, after all), but still. Nothing any of the three of them would go gossipping about, anyway.

"Hey," he replied, careful to talk like Marc as best he could - no Spanish, no accent, nothing. She wasn't Layla or Mary, after all.

He filled his lungs with smoke again, sat down on the roof and then watched the girl to see where she was going to go.