2011-03-16: Dealing A Kick


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Summary: Jeremy and Shane get a little Kick for a certain price.

Date: March 16, 2011

Log Title: Dealing A Kick

Rating: PG-13

NYC- Thompson Square Park

Thompson Square Park is a small park in the middle of Mutant Town. The benches might need a fresh coat of paint, the fence might be rusted in places and the pavement is raised and has cracks but it's all part of the mutant haven and fairly relaxing. Trees and grassy areas are in between the many paths, there are a few structures and benches along the path as well as a special area of the park that is marked 'the dog walk'.
Two trees have been planted in the park as a Memorial to Carmencita Florez and Detective Baxter each with a plaque stating the tree is in their memory.

It's the middle of the afternoon in Thompson Square Park and the usual mill of people are out. Back in one corner of the park sits a young man in a long black jacket, shades and a red t-shirt with a black image of Magneto's face that reads "Magneto Was Right." He's talking to an Asian teen sitting next to him and as casual as the conversation looks there is a brief exchange of money and an inhaler handed to Jeremy. The Asian teen look at the inhaler as the Magneto Was Right dealer proceeds to tell him a few things.

It's been days since Shane's first accidental encounter with Kick, and the brief high has been almost impossible to get out of her head. What it did to her powers was… less than desirable, but that feeling… the feeling that nothing *mattered* because nothing could *touch* her, that was a far more difficult thing to ignore. So it is, that she's skipped class and come back to Mutant Town, with a good chunk of her monthly allowance in her jacket pocket; two hundred dollars, all told. The sight of the Magneto shirt gets her attention, further spurred by the exchanging of money for inhaler. Nodding once to herself, she crosses the street and heads within the park, inwardly congratulating herself for choosing Kim Pine as her cosplay subject of the day; a track jacket and skirt are far less conspicuous than many of her preferred outfits.

"You know, if you join the New Mutant Order we can cut you a deal on this stuff." The Dealer says to Jeremy before he shakes his head. "Sorry, I was just recommended to try this from Don and he directed me to you. So, it's just like an asthma inhaler?" He asks looking at the red and black container.

Shane hangs back as the current customer is dealt with, drawing a handheld game from her pocket. Her impatience is real, but for the moment she attempts to make it look like it's directed elsewhere, perhaps toward someone she was uspposed to meet.

"Yup, don't use it more than once every six hours. I've heard too much of that stuff but then, if you know Don I doubt you're a stranger to this." The Dealer says with a grin as he looks around and ends up spotting Shane standing there with her game. "Hello there, something I can help you with?" He says sporting a charming smile and an overly friendly voice much like a used car dealer.

Shane looks up from her game, eyebrow rising at the greeting. Shutting it off and stowing it back in her pocket, she ambles closer, nodding towards Jeremy. "…Got any more of those?"

Jeremy gives a nod back to Shane before speaking. "Thanks a lot Kyle, I'll be in touch if I need more." He says as he starts to get up before Kyle, the Dealer, grabs his arm and grins. "Oh you will be back." He says before turning to Shane. "Well it depends on what you need it for Ms…." Kyle says raising an eyebrow at her. "I'm also curious about who recommended me."

"….Personal use?" Shane replies, eyebrow rising further. "…Nobody recommended me, one of your friends let some off in my face during that fight."

Jeremy is about to walk away when he realizes something, Shane has never done this before. He hangs back for a bit as he watches them interact. "Fight..what fight? You mean the misunderstanding in mutant town? We had everything under control until that guy stepped in but we had a nice talk and it's all worked out now." He says as he looks forward so that he's not looking at Shane. "So you got your first taste and want more? I might be able to help you…for a price that is."

"Nothing's ever free," Shane replies, glancing to the other side. "So what's it gonna cost?"

Kyle puts both hands behind his head and grins. "That first hit you got, we'll consider that free." He says before the smile fades and he stands up and looks Shane up and down for a bit. "For you…it'll cost you a hundred and fourty." He says. Upon hearing that, Jeremy does walk forward. "Hey, you only charged me a hundred, why the difference?"

"…Good question," Shane says, glancing the dealer up and down. "Trying to shake down the new girl?"

The used car salesmen facade fades from Kyle's face and he narrows his eyes at Jeremy. "*You* knew Don, someone I know I can trust. *Her* I don't know from a hole in the wall and she could be sent by those Toad Juice or MGH guys trying to step in on my business." Jeremy then looks at Shane and then looks back a Kyle. "Look at her, does it look like she's ever done this before?"

"Never needed to," Shane grunts, digging in her pocket and counting out seven twenties by feel. Her hand stays in her pocket, for now, the look turned upon Kyle one of bored impatience. "Could call it even at a hundred twenty, anyway. Call it a first-timer's tax."

Jeremy and Kyle just stare at eachother a bit before Kyle looks over at Shane. "Fine, one hundred. But you owe me Jeremy." He says before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a vile. "Just to let you know we do have a special going on, only eighty bucks if you volunteer to help protect Mutant Town and join the New Mutant Order." He's gotta give the speech.

Shane pushes two of her twenties back into the pile, pulling the hundred dollars out and holding it loosely in her hand. "No thanks. That guy I kicked in the face wouldn't be happy anyway. Hundred it is." Nodding at the inhaler, Shane raises an eyebrow. "How much is in there?"

Kyle makes the exchange with Shane and then holds out both hands. "We forgive our own easily in the New Mutant Order. We're not here to fight eachother just those who intend harm on mutants and our community. Now…before we get into how much that is, just a few things on how it works. It works like an inhaler, one puff should give you a good high for a bit and you'll be a god. Don't take it more then once in six hours, if you do, make sure that's it for the day. You don't want to over dose and end up like those Toad Juiced fucks. Now you can probably get fifteen hits from that. When you need more, here's how to reach me." He says reaching in and handing her a business card with just a phone number on it.

"Fair enough," Shane says, turning the inhaler over once, then slipping it into her pocket, nodding as she takes the card. "Six hours, fifteen hits. Cool. Talk to you later, then, g'luck with your revolution." Turning, she nods at Jeremy before she moves off. "Thanks."

Kyle shakes his head and looks at Jeremy. "At least I made another sale out of this. But remember, you owe me." He says sounding like he means it before stalking off. Jeremy watches Kyle walk off and sighs before he looks back at Shane. He rushes after her. "Wait up!"

Shane pauses in her tracks as Jeremy calls out, turning and watching as he rushes to catch up. "Yeah?"

Jeremy stops when he gets close and tugs on one of his gloves nervously. "Listen…I can tell you're new to dealing with people like him but…are you new to doing stuff like this. I mean new to Kick and other things like it?"

Shane lifts a shoulder. "Pretty much, yeh. Not for lack of opportunity, but ice and smack never had a whole lot to sell em." Glancing down at her pocket, she shrugs again. "Lemme guess; chuck it and walk away?"

Jeremy looks down and nods. "I know I shouldn't talk I mean I just bought a thing of the stuff myself but…it's not fun. It's all you're going to be thinking about once you start and you're going to hate yourself every day cause you can't give it up. It's your choice adn I know you don't know me but it's a cheap escape that causes more problems then the ones you're trying to run from."

Shane snorts, shaking her head. "Yeah… you don't know me. Can't be much worse'n what I'm already dealing with, trust me." Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she starts to turn, but looks back at Jeremy, eyes narrowing for a moment. "…You look like you need to chuck it more, anyway. … …I'll remember what you said, though. Turns out you were right, I'll find you and say you told me so."

"I thought the same thing when I started up years back. It just made things worse." Jeremy says. "But it's your choice, I know I can't stop you and I know I'm not a good influence. And you're probably right, I probably should just chuck it but I can't." He then gives Shane a sad sort of smile. "I rely on stuff like this too much to feel better."

Shane's eyebrow rises, and the girl is silent for a few moments. "…All right, then," she says, turning the inhaler over in her hand from inside her pocket. "Like I said… I'll remember it."

Jeremy nods to Shane and his hand grips his inhaler in his jacket pocket. "Well, good luck then." He says as he starts to walk off further into the park to take his first hit of Kick.

Shane turns, headed the other way, further into the City. Every now and then, she touches the inhaler in her pocket, reminding herself that she probably wants to wait until she gets back, and deals with the fallout of playing hooky, before taking her first hit. Besides… what better time to visit the fabric district, and with some spare cash to spend besides?

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