xp_logs | More freak bonding...

Sitting on the couch, propped up with her right elbow on the arm rest, and resting her chin in her palm, Sarah flips through the channels, looking for something loud, and very violent to watch. Something to take her mind off the dull throbbing in her arm. She has an hour before she can take her next pain pill, but she really wants it now.

With a distinct feeling of vindictive satisfaction Jono is making his way from the danger room to some yet unresolved destination. He thinks he would hum if he could, but finds himself distracted by the loud noises from the rec room. And really, it's just as good a place to be as any right now, so he walks in.

Sarah barely hears the footsteps behind her over the volume of the television. Figuring that it's one of the kids she usurped earlier, she waves her hand idly, still watching the screen. "Go watch your cartoons somewhere--ow." Wincing, she now realizes that waving her arm around probably wasn't the smartest idea, and puts it back down. She scowls. "Go away."

"Oh, but your choice of movie is more interesting than cartoons," Jono says and manages somehow to sound sarcastic and blithe at the same time. "It's got blood and killing." He stands behind the sofa, tapping his fingers on the back of it.

Sarah manages to turn around without moving her arm, and grins. "Oh, sorry about that. I've been fighting off munchkins all morning, and I assumed you were another one. Care to join me?"

Jono shrugs and circles the sofa to sit on it. "Think you'd be able to scare them off easily," he muses. "Then again they're probably used to people sprouting bones and things."

"Nah, cartoons make kids stupid. They'd bug the hell out of that Stryker guy if he stood in between them and their cartoons." She sits crosslegged, and turns so she's facing both Jono and the television. "Besides, bone-girl is less intimidating when every other word she says is 'Ow'."

"You could do your own spiked collar," Jono suggests. "And the horns were a really nice touch," his voice seems to be smirking even if his face remains rather impassive.

Sarah laughs, shaking her head. "Fuck. Sometimes I still can't believe I have horns. Like I wasn't already enough of a freak."

"I'd rather have them than a gaping hole," Jono's hand briefly steals up to his artificial jaw. "I think we should find another one of those parties Miss Frost took us."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." She grins at his mention of the solstice party. "You think she would know if there are any more coming up? I could use another night away from here."

"It's worth asking," Jono stares at the movie for a while, catching another killing-scene. "You're not going to see any concerts, are you" he states then, possibly meaning it as a question.

"I wasn't planning on it." She says, checking her watch. Only twenty minutes. "I just glanced at the list Ms. Blaire posted, and I didn't really see anything worth going to."

"All right," he says flatly. "Didn't think you'd be going. Although if you change your mind, I have a free ticket for the Metallica concert."

"You mean, nobody in this house has tried to get that ticket from you?" She cocks her head to the side, amused. She'd expected that ticket would have been long-claimed by now. "The marvels never cease." She looks back at the television, rolling her eyes when it cuts to a commercial.

Jono stops to think about it. "No one has tried to get the ticket from me," he says then and throws his hands over his head, hanging off the back of the sofa. "One of the better sides of being a freak."

"Well then. I'll take you up on that ticket," she says, smiling. "Their loss."

Jono glances at her, raising an eyebrow. "Wear the horns."