THE JESTER

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{farrah}

“Huh. That’s amazing! How did you do that?”

“Like this!” Xander explained. He pressed his hands together and slowly pulled them apart, small bolts of electricity bounced back and forth between his palms. “I can also do that with fire, and water, and air. I’m truly blessed.”

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{grayson}

“Whoa, whoa–it’s nothing, alright. I’m fine, doesn’t need to be touched. You can admire the asshole’s handiwork from there.” 

“Looks nasty, mhmm.” Xander nodded. “I’d be sure to ice that if I were you. Did you sleep with someone’s girlfriend? Piss off a kickboxer? How do you get a beatdown like that anyhow?”

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{savannah}

“Oh yeah? Interesting. Any cool free stuff that you get?” A smirk came to her lips as she watched him drink his beer. “Well you’re welcome. I kept it nice and cold for you.” She moved a little closer to him on the bench and looked over to the hayride approaching. “You wanna get on? I’ve never been on one before.”

“Free food and drinks, as many rides I can go on until I puke my guts out, and about thirty tickets to play games. Pretty worth it if you ask me. It’s taken a lot of time volunteering though so they get their share too,” he explained. Xander looked over. “Sounds like fun!” He stood up, beer in one hand and offered her the other. “M’lady.”

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{savannah}

“Xander.” She repeated his name like he had done with hers and she nodded her head. “I like yours too.” She downed the rest of her beer, but held onto the bottle as she looked at him. “So Xander, how’d you end up working at the ring toss? Lose a bet?” She teased with a grin while reaching up and pushing some of her ridiculously long blonde hair away from her face.

“Oh, no. I willingly volunteered. I thought it might be fun and it’s something to do. Plus, we get a bunch of free stuff for volunteering.” He took a long sip from his beer and let out a, “ahh,” once he set it back down. “An ice cold beer always hits the spot for me.”

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{savannah}

While waiting, Sav had finished her own beer and so she went back in and got herself another. She was halfway through her second one when he finally showed up. A grin came to her lips and she handed him his beer, and the bottle itself had a layer of frost on the outside, keeping his beer cold. “Hey handsome. Gotta say sweetheart, you look much better without tacky stripes.” She laughed lightly and took a swig of her beer. “I’m Savannah, by the way, but you can call me Sav.”

“Everyone looks better without tacky stripes,” he said then took a sip of the beer that was obviously for him. “Sav,” he said, drawing out her name. “I like that.” He grinned. “My name is Alexander, but you can call me Xander. No one’s called me the previous in years.” He took another sip from his beer. It was unnoticeable but his fingers that were warm only moments ago were covered in a layer of frost to make sure his beer kept cool. 

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{savannah}

Savannah didn’t even pay attention to the panda bears he mentioned. She was much more interested in him. With a smirk on her lips, she pushed off from leaning on the booth and took a few steps away. “Well then I’ll see you in fifteen minutes with a nice cold beer, just for you.” She winked and then turned, walking away from the booth and over towards the beer tent. She ordered herself a couple of beers and then walked out and sat down on a nearby bench, drinking her own beer while she waited.

Xander grinned from ear to ear as she walked away. As soon as the fifteen minutes was up and the next volunteer came to relieve him, Xander tossed the tacky striped apron he had to wear to the other guy and strolled on over to where he said he’d meet Savannah. Once he picked her out of the crowd, her bright blonde hair even brighter in the moonlight, he approached her. “Hello, darling,” he said, sitting on the bench by her. 

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{reina}

“You really know how to sell it, don’t you?” She laughed softly, leaning more into her cane than usual as she approached the booth. The brace was fine, but given the amount of walking–she needed her cane was well. “Alright, I’ll give it a go. Got more to gain than to lose.” She pulls out her tickets and holds them out. “Are you any good at this or is that why you’re working it? Keep away from the temptation?”

“Fake it till you make it, right? I find that if I say it in a way where I can convince myself I can probably convince other people. Ya know?” Xander took her tickets and tossed them in the canister. “I’m pretty good at it. This is more so something to do. I like carnivals and games. I don’t think giving into temptation is always a bad thing though.” He smiled and handed her some rings. “Have at it, and good luck!”

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{savannah}

Savannah was walking by a few carnival games, looking around to see what this place had to offer. However, the mans voice caused her to slow and his looks brought her over to his booth. With a smirk on her face and a brow arched at him, she leaned against the booth slightly. “Hmmm. I don’t know. Four tickets is all I’ve got left. I don’t think any of these stuffed animals are worth it.” She grinned. “Can I win you instead? You’re definitely worth the four tickets.”

Xander couldn’t help the smirk that showed up on his face. “I don’t know. That panda bear is pretty adorable, wouldn’t you say?” he asked. He arched a brow. “If pandas aren’t your thing though but adorable blondes are I would inform you that my shift is over in fifteen minutes and you should meet me by the beer tent. The one near the hayride stop.”

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{eva}

Eva titled her head to the side. “I would, yes. But that is what…Never mind, that’s not important.. I cannot win one of those giant panda bears. I’m not good at throwing.” She pouted. “But I would be willing to try if you could give me a demonstration?”

“Sure thing, little lady! You just take one of things rings like so-- Stand straight, toss, but make sure your arm stays straight and ta-da!” Xander explained and landed the ring perfectly around the bottle neck.

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“Hey, you there! Why don’t you step right up and take your shot at our ring toss game? Only costs you four tickets for three throws! And if you win you get to pick from one of THESE lovely prizes! Wouldn’t you like to take home a giant stuffed panda bear? Or if you manage to get one ring around something you can pick from one of these smaller prizes. Who can resist this little cuddly Pikachu here?”

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{libby}

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“Oh, you’re not being rude. It’s not every day you see somebody as good looking as me.”

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{libby}

“Sorry, you just looked like someone I knew.” 

“I guess I just have one of those faces.”

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{elijah}

Elijah sat, sipping his drink, one hand scribbling a sketch on a nearby pad of paper, and the other soon sat down his glass, electricity crackling between his fingers. “Y’know there is a bit more to manipulating electricity than just pumping things with as much juice as possible. There’s all kinds of fun to be had with lower levels of electric current, stimulation and all that.”

Xander sat from the table across from him. “I know,” he said, annoyed. He scoffed at the man like electricity was new to him. “I happen to be a master manipulator. Fire, ice, electricity... You name it. I can do it. Watch this,” he said the last part with a grin on his face. He nodded his head in the direction of the counter where the baristas were at work. He narrowed his eyes and as one of the baristas turned the coffee pot on it engulfed in a flame. Xander tried to hold back a laugh but was failing immensely.

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{lisa}

Lisa had come out back for a break, weary of washing dishes at the diner for hours without one. Patting down the pockets underneath her apron, she found her packet of cigarettes, lighting one up. She wasn’t expecting anyone there but as a tall gentleman passed her eyes followed him, curiosity filled until she watched him get stuck in something. Shit or vomit or god knows what. It was amusing to say the least, a smile turning up the corners of her lips though she tried to downplay it. “There’s a hose behind those crates if you want it.”

Xander looked up to where the voice had come from and noticed the girl. “Thank you,” he said and examined the area until he saw the crates. He walked over, turning it on and rinsing his shoe off real quick. When he was done he’d turned it off and set it aside then walked back over to the girl. “Thanks,” he said, taking a cigarette of his own out and lighting it. Xander leaned against the brick building and inhaling deeply. He’d noticed her smile before and questioned it. “So, you enjoy the misery of others or what?”

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Xander walked down the street, a small trail of leaves that were in a gust of wind trailed behind him constantly. His emotions often took over his powers and caused them to do things unnoticed by him. He was making his way to a bar or the diner. He wasn’t sure yet. On the way though he stopped. He had stepped in something dark and gooey and it was stuck on his shoe. It was a familiar substance to him. When he was in the institution many of the people experimented on often vomited up this dark substance and after time it would become like a mixture of caramel and glue. The substance present meant there was a newly created mutant in town. He didn’t care as long as they were safe. He was more concerned with the stuff on his shoe. “Great...” he grumbled to himself.