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It was a much needed vacation. After spending so much of his time playing babysitter for an ungrateful, self proclaimed vigilante, it was nice to be able to take some time for himself. Jordi typically prided himself on keeping himself busy, but man... Even the most dedicated needed a break after all of that. He still couldn’t help but wonder how he was doing.

Jordi walked down the street lost in his own mind until the amount of people around started to increase in groups. It seemed to be some sort of street fair or event, looking up he could see the stands up ahead, smell the scent of fried food in the air. Couldn’t hurt to look around, with a shrug, he pushed on forward down the center, walking slowly as he looked from side to side. 

He was dressed more causally than he did when he was working. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans, his satin, dark red shirt tucked in buttoned up to the top three. Laying low, he figured it was probably best to not dress the same as he typically did, but there was no turning away from the only style one really has. His steps slowed down as he caught sight of one stand that had jewelry on display. All sorts of tacky pendants and rings, the sort of things kids liked to beg their parents for. He stepped closer, glazing over it all. He was starting to turn away when one caught his eyes, a necklace. With a knife. 

“Oh, that’s too good to pass up,” the irony of it made him laugh. How ridiculous he would probably seem if anyone knew, but it was also just too good. Once he bought, he put it on and turned to keep walking, a satisfied smile on his face. He didn’t notice the woman standing there when he turned, bumping his arm into her as he tried to pass, “Hey, watch it,” he said, “You shouldn’t stand so close, you might just get run over.”

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Jordi studied her for a moment as she spoke, looking her over. Young girl, the typical type you’d see at these things. She was even distracted by her phone when he bumped her. In the middle of the street, with so many people walking past? Careless even. Though, he wasn’t about to admit he hadn’t been paying attention either. It was better to just push the blame. 

He smiled, a wide grin, as she complimented the necklace. An appreciation for the bling, he could feed into that a bit. Glaze over the fact that he was the one that bumped into someone not even moving. He stuck his thumb under the chain, holding it up from the collarbone a bit, “You like that? Its a bit cheesy, and definitely the kind of needlessly edgy that kids today love. But, I dunno, I kinda like it,” he let it drop again and nodded his head back over his shoulder, “Back there at that stand. Little pricey, but, thats the beauty of the scam.”

The metal was far from being any kind of silver, so it was hardly worth what they were asking for. But, the novelty of it is what draws people in. He can recognize a proper money grab, the kind that brings in the cash at far less than the cost. Capitalism at its finest, “I’m sure you could probably find something to catch your eye. Everyone does, right?” Jordi glanced back to the stand. He wasn’t usually materialistic, but he couldn’t pass up irony.

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Wow, this girl was... really something. Jordi knew he could be chatty at times, its a good distraction for most people, but this was a whole other level. She was a real spectacle, sticking out like a sore thumb. Pair that with her mouth, she was likely the perfect scapegoat. It was just a shame he wasn’t being chased. 

“I don’t let anyone tell me what to do,” Jordi just raised an eyebrow, keeping it light as he flashed a smile, “Unless, of course, they’re paying me well enough.” It was a terrible joke, but those were Jordi’s favorite. He just loved to make other people miserable, even if its with a cheesy pun, “As far as I’m concerned, society can kiss my shoes. Never liked to fit in anyway.”

Watching her, he just nodded. He had to wonder, for just a moment, how much of what she was like was real. He’d never quite met someone like her with such a loud personality that wasn’t faking most, if not everything, they put on. Maybe that was too judgmental, but he wasn’t one to trust what he saw on the surface anyway.

“Like I said, a bit pricey, but,” he shrugged, turning to walk past her as he waved his hand lazily to the side, “good luck finding something.”