CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

Cricket: "Oh. A'right, nice t' meet you...what's your name?" He wondered how many others would pop out of nowhere on this trip.

Ryan: "Ryan Walker. And you...?" strange little kid with a funny accent?

Cricket: "Cricket." He braced himself for any cliche joke about his name.

Ryan: I muffle laughter, because if he was with them, then he probably was a friend, right? "Nice," is what I come up with. But seriously. Cricket?

Cricket: he smirked. "Typical," he muttered to himself. Another American brat.

((american high school drop out wlmart employee brat! you can't forget those! XD))

(Haha of course!)

Ryan: "And who's your friend?" I nod my head towards one kid who looked like he would be with Cricket. Maybe his name was Grasshopper.(finn) Then I spot a kid with a metal arm. "Shit man..." I say staring at it. "What'd you do?"

are you talking about Finn, or me now that we look almost the same? lol

Finn.

Oh damn I forgot. here I'll edit.

(Haha, grasshopper XD I like Ryan.)

Cricket: he listened in. He'd been wondering the same thing.

(XD people tend to like Ryan)

yeah, when I first came in I read the first couple pages, and I was sad that Ryan was no longer involved.

Milo: The kid was blunt, I liked that. "Long story." I said skirting around the question. I wished that I could be as blunt with my answer as his question was, but it was just something that I wasnt willing to share as of yet. "Whats your story?" I asked.

Ryan: "Dropped outta high school sophomore year, work at Walmart. Typical american teen fail, I guess," I say with a laugh.

Milo: I laughed as well, not at him, but with him. "My dad owns a club, so I didn't exactly grow up learning any high and mighty values. We're in the same boat."

RYan: "Damn, I'd like that," I say, thinking about it. "PArents own a club..."

Cricket: Parents. He would have chimed in, but he didn't have much to say about that topic.

Ryan: "So what about them?" I ask, nodding to the three extra super freaks. "When'd you pick those up?"

Cricket: "Jus' a while back, same way you showed up. Out of nowhere." He should be used to it by now.

Ryan: I shook my head, grimacing. "I still havent forgiven that little smoke thing for what it did to me..."

Cricket: "Smoke thing? What's th' story behind that?"

Ryan: "Her little alien thing!" I say in frustration, pointing at Mo or whatever. "Apparently I pissed him off and he blasted the crap outta me."

Cricket: he laughed. "Oh, the blob. Tha's real smart, there. I'm not surprised." He looked at Finn, and realised he'd never introduced him. "Tha's Finn, by the way."

Finn was stretched out against a wall, asleep with Develyn by his side. He shot up. "Whazzat?" He looked at the newcomer, and frowned. Another one. "Oh, 'ello," he said, and laid back down again.

Ryan: Finn! Finn and cricket. "It'd be cooler if his name was Grasshopper," I mumble, not caring whether or not he heard.

Cricket: he smirked, and almost said something sarcastic, but then remembered his bet with Sparrow. Yeah, I 'aven't heard that one before. He chuckled instead. "I get that all the time," he said.