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[fangedredemption]

who: Johnny and YOU
what: arrival, chaos ensues
where: all over
when: newish

warnings: canon-typical language and violence, probably, references to alcohol abuse

He arrives at the station in something like a fog, a vague memory of how he got here like thinking through a hangover after a particularly rough bender. Everything still hurts, but he's at least upright and moving, so he exits the train and keeps going. Not Reseda or Encino or anywhere he should be, but maybe that's a good thing. Change of pace.

He wanders through the town when he finds it. There's a bar, and it's his first stop. A few drinks just to take the edge off, to get the fight with Kreese out of his head and dull the aches and pains. He wanders the streets after, miserable and lost and confused about the whole damn thing. Eventually finds his apartment, where he settles in after wandering the halls like a hobo.

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Works for me!

[fangedredemption]

It's easy enough to find the source of the greeting, and he looks over at her. Teenage girl, pretty in a way he knows too damn well, but he's learned not to underestimate. So he offers a tight smile he doesn't really feel and clears his throat before answering, voice a little rough still from Kreese's efforts, the mark of his fingers plenty evident at the side of his throat where they dug in.

"Hey. Uh, yeah. You live here?"

Re: Works for me!

[hibana_incursa]

Gwen loves being underestimated. It’s hilarious.

There’s bruising on the older man that makes Gwen frown, arms crossing across her chest. Okay, whatever situation he came from? It was bad. And hopefully from before the train. That would be ideal.

Gwen wouldn’t hesitate to investigate if it was something that happened in Haven. She’d definitely poke to see where it came from and if it was going to continue to be a problem for him and anyone else.

“For now. I’m originally from New York.” Pointing some at the bruising with concern, she offers a suggestion.

“The hospital isn’t far. Maybe you should get those checked out?”

[fangedredemption]

He shakes his head and brushes her off about it, because it's no big deal as far as he's concerned. He's not dead, and nothing major is broken. A cracked rib, maybe, but he'll live.

"Never been out that way. Nah, I'm good. Not gonna tell me anything I don't already know."

[hibana_incursa]

"If you're sure..."

Because Gwen isn't. But she knows better than to push when it isn't dire. And it doesn't seem too bad.

"Welcome to Haven. I hope no one here did that. The people are paranoid, and prone to aggression."

[fangedredemption]

"Nah, got it before the train. However the hell I ended up there."

And that's the end of that. There's no sense rehashing, let alone to a complete stranger, and a teenager. It's not actually important.

"Thanks, I guess."

[hibana_incursa]

"You're welcome," Gwen states with a small shrug. Tucking her grocery list into her pocket, she extends her hand as she intrudes herself.

"Gwen Stacy," she says with a small grin. She's going to be friendly. Not that this is a 'for once' situation? But this place has her stressed and bothered, so trying to be nice is a little trickier than usual.

[fangedredemption]

"Johnny Lawrence," he answers shaking her hand firmly enough. "Not bad for a girl," he offers by way of some kind of weird compliment. He's Trying. Which feels like it might actually be easier here with a bunch of strangers that don't know all his baggage.

[hibana_incursa]

“What’s not bad for a girl?” Because now she’s a bit confused. Did she go too hard on the handshake? If so, oops. This place has her stressed out. Her spider sense is constantly whispering at her of danger? Maybe? Probably? And she doesn’t like it.

She doesn’t sound offended, though. Just curious.

[fangedredemption]

"Handshake," he answers. "It's not all wussy and limp and shit like you usually get with a chick."

[hibana_incursa]

"What kind of girls have you been hanging out with?" Gwen asks, making it sound like it's a joke. There's a small part of her just a little irritated at his comment, but she's going to smile and play nice.

"I have four younger brothers? There's a lot of arm wrestling matches at home to see who does dishes. I win a lot. Haven't had to wash dishes in a couple years."

This isn't a lie? Mostly?

"That and my dad is chief of police, so we go to a lot of police functions and shake a lot of hands. I've learned to match what I get."

[fangedredemption]

"Not a lot, honestly. And two of 'em didn't break as easy as I expected and one of 'em has a mean right hook."

So okay, he knows girls don't break that easily, but old habits die really hard.

[hibana_incursa]

"They sound badass," Gwen says with a small smirk.

[fangedredemption]

"One of 'em changed schools, one of 'em is probably a psycho, and one of 'em is my ex girlfriend from back in the day, so. Two out of three," he agrees with a lopsided smile.