Miles cocked a brow at Mikey, 'new to this kind of lifestyle'? Why won't these jerks just leave him alone about being rich, is it that obvious? He couldn't have been that much different than the people who he was beginning to think was more than scum beneath his feet. Miles brushed it off as jealousy, yeah, they were all just jealous. Miles tensed up slightly, clenching his jaw when Mikey took out a knife. A KNIFE! Mikey began lecturing about calling people hobos, something Miles honestly forgot he had even done- the boy jumped back slightly when the blade popped out. "You crazy little fucker." Miles scoffed as Mikey laughed as he balled his hands into fists, before muttering something hardly audible under his breath about being able to beat anyone who pulled a knife on him. This was it, Miles was getting mugged. He'd been threatened before, he just threw money at the guy and it was never a big deal. But now, Miles needed the money and he couldn't just throw it away. When Mikey reached back into his pocket, Miles half expected him to pull out a gun- though he didn't. In fact, the boy offered Miles and Blair a place to stay. Maybe he was just being nice. Maybe it was a trap. Miles weighed the scenario in his head- go with crazy hobo kid or stay looking like a crazy hobo kid. Miles looked back at Blair, as if he wasn't cocky enough his power had given him a whole extra level of confidence, he certainly wasn't afraid of being kidnapped at this point. He could definitely use a hot show, and maybe one more person to their little crew wouldn't hurt. Miles shook his head quickly- NO- he couldn't think like that. No use getting attached. He could just use this Mikey for whatever he had to offer and then leave, yeah, that was a good plan. "Mikey is a child's name." Miles huffed as he pushed the boy's cigarette away from him "Also, those things are disgusting. Do you want to die? And you're definitely underage, which makes you a criminal. I wouldn't put stabbing someone past you either," the boy made sure Mikey knew everything that Miles found wrong about him, before shrugging, "But, uh, thanks. We could really use your help." Miles said sort of awkwardly as if he wasn't very used to thanking people. And if he didn't end up kidnapping the pair, Miles could always just pay him before he left- that would make him less of a piece of shit, right? "I'm Miles. That's ghost girl- I'll go wake her up." Miles gestured back towards Blair before walking her direction. The boy pressed his foot up against her shoulder and shook her body gently, "Hey idiot! I could've gotten stabbed while you're off in dream land, just to let you know." Miles huffed as he nudged her.
Jackie sat perfectly quiet on her beanbag as the room bursted into chaos. She held her knees to her chest and peeked over her knees with nervous brown eyes. Her pupils flicked from person to person as they spoke, and she did her best to keep her eyes away from Luzen and Talia's wounds. Why? Why were these people so cruel, why did this all have to happen? It wasn't fair, nobody was ready and they didn't know how to defend themselves. What was the next move, nobody really knew. Train. Get good. And then try again? Was that really any kind of plan, these people destroyed Talia with ease. Then again, strength in numbers, Jackie sighed. They were just a bunch of high schoolers, after all. It was all just so unfair. Jackie listened to each person's stories and advice, each person trying to mask the pain and swearing revenge. It all seemed so unreal, yet here she was in the middle of it. Some people were already so good with their abilities, she could barely even activate her's on command- actually she didn't know most the people in the room's abilities. Maybe it would be good for them to get to know each other a little better, and formulate a real plan. If training was the next step, Jackie would put all of her might into getting better- and if everyone did that, then, just maybe, they would stand a chance.
