Will you have fries with that? [Sam]

[Chatsy]

Classes were out and the first thing Jeb set out to do was explore his new neighborhood. He went off alone, not really worried about muggers or anything of the sort. Coming from a small town, he wasn’t really used to encountering people like that, though he encountered bullies frequently, particularly of the Cabot kind. However, here he’d meet a different sort, but he wasn’t really afraid of them. After all, he had a built in tazer, one that was capable of hitting at range, and it was even hands free. From his behavior, it would seem that the teen’s only fear was going without food for too long, as the first thing he scoped out was the location of the fast food places.

Entering an Arby’s, Jeb looked up at the menu, reading it as he walked up toward the front. The posted menu was a bit disorganized, showing the first three combos to the right of all the rest, rather than having them in order, and a few of the combos were shown on the opposing or adjacent wall. Side items were place intermittently here and there, and a poster showing sale items had been placed haphazardly in the middle of it all. Fortunately, he wasn’t too picky and just chose something when the employee’s voice broke through his thoughts.

“Hi, welcome to Arby’s, may I take your order and will this be for here or to go?

“Ah’ll be eatin’ it here. Ah’ll have a number one, value sized with homestyle fries and a pepsi.”

“That’ll be five fourty seven.”

Pulling out six dollars, he handed it to her.

“Thank you,” she said, putting the money in her drawer and taking out a few coins, “Fifty three cents is your change.

Going over, he waited for his food. Seeing that his drink and sandwich were already ready, Jeb went over and got a straw, putting in his pepsi and taking a sip.

“Your fries will be ready in just a moment. If you want to sit down, we’ll take them out to you.”

Nodding, Jeb put his drink back on the tray and started to pick it up.

[Iceslushee]

Sam's stomach was rumbling again and he had about half an hour to kill before he was to be at the designated spot. There wasn't really a decent place that served him in a hurry that had what he was after. Finding that one of the local fast food restaraunts had at least a bit of appeal to it, the grumbling nineteen year old entered the shop front.

Wearing just everyday clothes, Sam Guthrie had a double denim ensaumble going on with cut of sleeves and a black AC/DC shirt underneath. There were a pair of goggles resting upon his head pushed up above his forehead and pushing his hair out of his face. Not that there was much at the front anyway, the length of the young man's hair was in the back in his blonde mullet.

There was a young girl in the line infront of Sam already making an order and after the transaction was completed a lone blonde haired customer stood staring at the board cluelessly.

“Hi, welcome to Arby’s, may I take your order?"

Sam kept staring, a finger slowly raised to his chin in the way that is a universal message for 'I'm thinking' After a few moments, the young man stepped forward.

"Ah'll have.."

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, the Kentuckian drawl exposing his origin. Sam's finger left his chin and it went pointing towards different images that had a much better presentation that what they advertised. A decision was finally made.

"Okay Ah want a crispy chicken n bacon and a grilled one and strawberry shake."

Not waiting for the bill to be rounded up, he dropped a twenty note on the counter and went to look for the napkins and straws. When he located them, the young man returned for change and his food. Not noticing that his own kin happened to be in the restaraunt.

[Chatsy]

Then he heard a familiar voice and looked over, and was suddenly struck dumb. It was…it was Sam! Shocked, he put the tray back down suddenly with a soft clatter. What was Sam doing here? Well, Jeb supposed he could have been anywhere, as he never knew where his brother had gone. He just went away one day without a word of explanation. Nonetheless, Jeb wasn’t angry, but happy to see his brother alive and well. He knew Sam, and was certain there was a good reason for his absence. For the moment, he simply stared, amazed, as Sam walked toward him…and right past him, not noticing the younger boy. Well, of course he didn’t notice him, Jeb reasoned, there was no reason to be looking at the other person in the restaurant, since Sam had no reason to suspect that his little brother would be there.

Finally finding his voice to speak, Jeb exclaimed, “Sam!”

Running up to him, Jeb threw his arms around his big brother happily, like he’d had a million times at home. This was far more enthusiastic, though, and meant a lot more. He was more excited to see his brother than he had been in the past. After all, he’d been gone for so long…and Jeb missed him so much. And there was much to tell him, too! He didn’t know about Jeb, or even Jay or Paige, for that matter, nor all the stuff that happened.

“Ah haven’t seen ya in forever! Where have ya been? What are ya doin’ here?”

He flooded his brother with questions, the answers of which didn’t really matter. He was just happy to be reunited with his brother, the second in a short span of time, though this was far more surprising. With Jay, at least, he’d known that he was gone and why, and more importantly that he could call him whenever he wanted. Of course, Jeb still rather wondered what had happened with his older brother, and why he hadn’t written or called or anything. Still, like with Jay’s giving him time to get comfortable enough to talk about what happened with him and the Cabots, he’d give Sam time, too, if needed. However, he hoped it wouldn’t be.

[Iceslushee]

Someone called Sam's name out and he turned quizically, the voice sounded familiar and before his head registered who it may be some red headed kid was on him. Holding his arms like a person in a hold up, Sam reacted "Hey what, how'da ya know mah name?" Sam looked around and hoped that with his hands up people didn't think he was assaulting the smaller teen.

Then the excited youth was all talk and well a mouth from the South recognizing another. Samuel responded in kind "Lis'sen kid ah.. Jebediah? Haw ah mean how'd ya end up here" Sam took his arms down, placed one by the younger kids shoulder, pushing him away gently. He had a look at the now red haired teen. "Yah gotta be kiddin' me? Whats with the mop?" he messed up Jeb's hair with his other hand, with a grin.

Collecting his food, Sam motions to Jebediah to follow him to a table. "Ah can't believe your up here. How's maw?" hungrily, Sam get's his burger ready and lifts it up to take a bite the moment he's sat down. He takes a few bites between conversation and adds. He wipes his mouth with a back and shakes his head. "Look at that hair ah mean, wow that's some way out there..." taking a mouthful of his drink, Sam never completes the sentence.

Then there is a hint of suspicion from the older teen. Sam stops slurping on his shake to eye his long lost brother. "Didja come lookin' me Jebediah?" there is a bit of an uncomfortable pause as the blonde young man waits to see what sort of explanaition is offered.

[Chatsy]

When Sam didn’t recognize him at first, Jeb’s brow furrowed in confusion. Why didn’t his own brother remember him? Jeb knew it wasn’t a mistake on his part, as his brother had recognized his own name, and it would just be too much of a coincidence if there were two southern Sams that looked so much alike. However, after a moment, Sam recognized Jeb, who smiled in relief. His brother hadn’t forgotten him or anything, he just wasn’t expecting to see Jeb there.

“It’s a--ow!”

His brother hadn’t done anything intentionally, but when he shoved Jeb away, though there wasn’t much force behind it, Sam’s thumb happened to hit the bullet wound. Stepping back from his brother just to give him a bit of breathing room, Jeb rubbed his sore shoulder. Of course, Sam probably wondered how he’d hurt Jeb when he hadn’t exactly done anything that should have. However, the younger teen didn’t feel like telling his brother what he had done, earning his disapproval so soon after finding him.

“Ah…uh…hurt my shoulder earlier,” Jeb muttered.

When his brother asked about his hair, Jeb grinned again. Granted, the comment wasn’t exactly complimentary, but knowing his brother was just teasing, he didn’t mind. It was nice to see Sam so happy and cheerful. Heck, it was just nice to see Sam.

“Ah got into a bottle of Jay’s hair dye is all.”

By the time Sam collected his food, Jeb’s own fries were up, so he picked up his tray and followed his brother to a seat. Once he settled down, Jeb began to eat his sandwich, shoving fries into his mouth between bites of roast beef.

“Ma’s fine. She’s her usual self. Ya know, yellin’ at us all the time when we do somethin’ stupid an’ doin’ her best ta keep us in line.”

Basic idle chit chat to keep up a conversation without really telling Sam anything. There was much he didn’t want his brother to know. Then again, there were many things he was eager to share, like his mutation. Even Jay’s mutation would be interesting to tell him about. Besides, if they started hanging out more, now that he’d found him, Sam was probably going to find out about their mutations anyway. Particularly Jay’s. Then his brother went back to talking about Jeb’s new hair color.

“Melody helped.”

Then Sam began to wonder about a slightly more relevant subject, asking Jeb if he’d come looking for him. There was an awkward pause for a moment. Jeb wanted to say he did, that he’d missed Sam so much that he tracked him down, but that would keep him from telling his brother about all the things he wanted to say about his mutation and the school. Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t look for Sam due to a lack of desire to find his brother, he simply hadn’t known where to start. The oldest Guthrie just sort of ran off, leaving no way for Jeb to even begin to look for him.

“No. But it wasn’t lahke ah didn’t want to, Ah would have if I knew where ta look. Ah came here for somethin’ else, though. There’s this school for mutants here, Jay’s stayin’ there too. He’s got these big red wings now, and can heal from anythin’ it seems, and Ah can shoot electricity out of my eyes.”

[Iceslushee]

The conversation was kind of one sided, Jeb was rambling on like an excited critter. Sam didn't mind it gave him a chance bunch up the burger in his hands and noisely chow it down. There was a few grunts of concern or agreement when certain things up. But for the most of it, Sam was silently withdrawn.

When the conversation came to the topic of Jeb looking for Sam he nodded his head taking another slurp on his drink. Then he started talking about being a mutant. The older Guthrie coughed choking on his drink and letting a little bit of it come out his nose. What the hell!? A napkin went to Sam's mouth and he wiped off the food. His eyes went wide and he clapped his hands over the kids mouth.

"Lis'sen Jebediah, ya don't go talkin' lahke that. People'll hear. Hell ah shouldn't even know about this."

Sam shook his head, he could feel his phone already ringing. Damnit! The teenager picked up the drink and finished it off before reaching for his phone. "Yeah ah'm here." he answered with a slightly ticked off voice. "Yup" he continued to listen in on a conversation, that by the sounds of it included a lot of swearing and raised voices.

"Nah ah haven't spotted 'im yet but ah'll keep me eyes peeled."

Sam snapped his phone shut and stood. Grabbing Jeb roughly at the shoulder and pulling up. Sam shook his head and was angry though a small sense of his eyes showed some sadness in those deep blue pools of water.

"Git, now or else!"

He couldn't explain it, but he knew that poor Jebediah wouldn't be able to handle what was going on, mutant or no. His other burger was collected and Sam headed for the exit.

"Ah'm givin' you a chance now run"

Sam ran out the door and headed around the corner, once he was out of sight from pedestrians his blast field enveloped his frame and guy went skyward rocketing off in a firey trail like a crazy drunken missile.

[Chatsy]

Sam lectured him on blurting out that he was a mutant in public, but Jeb didn’t see the problem. Of course Sam needed to know, they were family, and they were the only people in the dining room. It wasn’t like there were spies around hunting for mutants, after all, and he doubted that the employees there cared enough about their conversation to pay attention to what they were talking about. Before he could tell Sam that he was just being paranoid, however, his brother was talking on the phone.

“Not lahke anyone’s lis’senin’ in, anyway,” he muttered.

Disgruntled at being scolded, Jeb munched moodily on his fries, waiting for his brother to get off the phone. Was his brother supposed to be meeting someone there? He was talking about spotting someone. Jeb supposed it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he’d mind being joined by his brother’s friend or coworker or whatever. Sitting there, the boy took a couple bites of his sandwich. Although, his brother seemed upset about something, but Jeb couldn’t imagine what it could be. He’d ask about it when he got off, he supposed.

When his brother hung up, however, Jeb didn’t have a chance to speak. First he was pulled up by his shoulder. His injured shoulder. Jeb screamed in pain, hand going to pull Sam’s fingers away. It hurt so much that he wondered if Sam reopened the wound.

“Sam! Mah shoulder! Ah think ya--”

He was cut off, however, by Sam telling him to go. What? Why? What was the big deal?

“Sam, what’s goin’ on?”

That phone call had to be more than Jeb would have ever suspected if it had Sam acting like this. It was so unlike him to lose his head in a panic. Unfortunately, Jeb never got an answer.

“Run? From what? Why do Ah gotta run?”

Sam ran off himself, however, not even waiting for Jeb. The younger boy tore off after his brother, not wanting to lose sight of his long searched for brother.

“Sam! Wait!”

His brother didn’t wait. He simply ran off, and eventually Jeb lost sight of him, wondering what on earth that could have been about. He was a bit miffed as well, and disappointed. He never thought of Sam as a coward, after all, but he’d shot out of their terrified, and couldn’t even be bothered to make sure his own brother got out of their safely. If whatever was coming was so dangerous, Jeb would think Sam would make sure to look out for Jeb, rather than just concerning himself with his own survival. Jeb was a little bit angry about that, too, and almost didn’t want to go, since running was what Sam wanted him to do.

Pouting, he turned around and went back to the restaurant, returning to the table. There wasn’t any need to be leaving a mess, after all, particularly when Sam couldn’t even be bothered to say why they were leaving. Putting the trays on top of the pile already on the counter above the trash can, Jeb gathered up his food and drink and went up to the counter.

“Can Ah have a bag?”

The girl working there promptly agreed, bringing him a bag. Putting the remainder of his food in there, Jeb walked out, holding his bag in one hand, drink in the other. He sipped at it, wondering what he should do. In a moment of spite, Jeb sat down on the low window ledge of the store. If Sam wasn’t going to have enough care for Jeb’s well being than to tell him to run and hope he made it, Jeb wasn’t going to let things go as Sam planned. Reaching into his bag, Jeb began to eat for a moment or two before he got nervous. As annoyed as he was, Sam had to have had a reason to react like that, and so there had to be some danger. But what danger could there be? There were people all around, hurrying along the street. If anything happened, surely they’d see, and would anyone be so foolish as to do something too bad in front of so many?

Despite that thought, Jeb began to grow more and more uncomfortable as the seconds went by, and eventually he decided to get up and walk along in the direction of the mansion. He might as well get closer to where he knew he’d be safe when he had nothing else to do, after all. As he walked, he gradually went faster and faster, though still walking, nervousness spurred him on. He didn’t want to do this just because Sam told him to, but he’d be a fool to sit around and wait for danger.

[Iceslushee]

Dressed now in a dark blue and red jump suit, with goggles concealing his face, Sam Guthrie was in the air again. He'd offered up as much time as he could spare before Donald Pierce and his goons had pressed him to go in search of the stray mutant signature. Sam only hoped that the kid had been smart enough to take the hint. Many miles above town a blue and red striped rocket zoomed towards the local Arby's.

The Hellfire club's private military group were more than simple guards, they were hunters and mercenaries that had the tools to hunt down and capture mutants. Sam had been smart from the get go and joined them rather than let harm come to his family or self. But aside from the chance to use his powers and learn to fly, he wasn't into the whole 'with us or against us' schpeal.

Designated the rather colourful name of Jetass for apparant reasons, the sky rocketing hick sped downwards. It was a short trip and aided by gravity the billowing smoke trail was proceeded by an invulnerable blonde youth. The impact with the restaurants roof caused all the windows to shatter outwardly as the pressure and force of the blow caved in much of the roof in an explosion of dust and debree.

As the chunks of cement and dust settled, a lone girl working behind the counter peered over its still intact little bit of shelter. "C-c-can I h-h-help you?" The young woman asked still shell shocked by the explosive entrance of the strange costumed man. The gloved hand went up to a head piece and Jetass spoke into it "No sign of mutant, further recon required" Stepping over a bunch of rubble, the man headed through the now broken doors and departed.

Quietly to himself, he was pleased that the kid had taken his advice, but in the future Jeb may not be so lucky. A fire engine was heard screaming along the main strip and so making a depart, Jetass leaped into the air before activating his powers and sky rocketed upwards and towards Manhattan.