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Johnny had been away on his world, but now he arrived back in the bar. His expression was troubled, but thoughtful. He had discovered some alarming, and interesting things from his past. Particularly what really happened to his father. He paused to check the door after it closed behind him. Good. It still was letting him out. He wondered how much longer he was going to have that option for a while. He sat down at a seat near the observation window, brooding some.

He could use a distraction.

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April is in a highly distracted state and, therefore, doesn't see the chair that she runs into, tripping her and sending her flying into Johnny's lap.

Talk about embarrassing - the girl's bright red.

"I'm... I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to do that..."

Johnny stiffened for a moment, and his gaze grew distant.

He came back to himself a moment later, not sure whether be amused or embarassed himself, "Uh, well, that's ok. April, right?"

He then asked, "While this certainly an interesting greeting, uh, could you get up please?"

She gets up and smiles apologetically. "I'm... I'm really sorry. I..." she shakes her head, very glad that she hadn't gotten any tea today. "And I'm also sorry that I don't seem to remember your name and you know mine."

Johnny nodded, and smiled a little in return, "We haven't met yet, actually. Johnny Smith." After all, not every day to get greeted by a pretty face like that, though he'd prefer to know them a little better first.

"April Cornwell. Pleasure." She sticks out a hand to shake. She notes that Johnny's not a bad-looking guy, and seems nice enough. Maybe she'll have a new friend after this klutz attack. "So, dare I ask where you're from?"

Johnny shook the hand, but recieved no further visions. Small relief there.

"Nice to meet you properly, April."

He then said, knowing the standard intro around here, "Cleaves Mills, Maine, 2005."

"New York, New York, 1996." April grins. It's always nice to meet a fellow American, especially one whose current time is relatively close to her own. "So... who'd you get my name from?" she asks, sitting down in a chair across from him.

Oh, here we go. Well, this place is more open-minded than most. The mentioned year made him pause however. That was the year of his car accident.

"You." Johnny then explained, "I get visions sometimes, from physical contact."

She's wide-eyed with curiosity and more than a little nervousness. Not because of the idea that he gets visions, more because he's afraid of what he might have seen - suicide is definately NOT the first impression you want someone getting of you.

"That's... that's pretty cool!" she pauses a moment. "What did you see?"

Unfortunately, that's the problem with psychics. They tend to get first impressions like that all the time.

"I'm not sure if it has happened, or going to happen. You had a razor in your hand, and you slashed your wrists."

Ouch. Okay, then, well... April winces slightly. "Already happened, sadly enough." She continues brightly. "But, at least that's one less thing I have to say!"

"So... do you just see things when you touch someone?"

"It's hard to explain. Sometimes I'm seeing it from their point of view, or I'm there observing it, but I can interact with the vision as needed. It can be of the past or of the possible future."

"Wow, that's really cool!" she's very interested now. "Have you always been able to do this?"

Johnny frowned thoughtfully, "I've been starting to wonder that myself. I thought it was only after my accident and the coma that I had these. But maybe I have. I know it's only been like this extensive for the past four years."

"Oh, an accident? Are you okay?" The words are out of April's mouth before she can think, and she laughs. "Whoops, obviously you're okay. Sorry, automatic reaction there."

Johnny nodded, "Mostly fine, yes."

He smiled again, "It's ok, but thanks for your concern."

She shrugs. "I lived with two boys and a girl who were all quite incapable of taking care of themselves. Not that I'm much better, but still." She grins.

"So here's a question - can you see the door?" Nods in the direction of the (to her) blank wall that she knows the door is in.

He chuckled a little, "I see. My sympathies then."

Johnny glanced over, and nodded, "Yes, I see it. It's still working for me."

She sticks her tongue out good-naturedly. "Lucky. Although according to what I've heard, if I -do- see the door, I'll end up moving on to... wherever the hell I'm spending my afterlife. So..." she shrugs. "I guess a bar is more interesting. Even if it has totally fucked me over... *GLARE*"

Johnny nodded, "Well, can think of worse place to spend the afterlife, so I'd say it's an improvement."

He added, "Got a feeling my so-called luck's going to run out soon anyway."

She tilts her head. "Why's that? Think the Bar's got plans for you or something?"

Johnny nodded, "Probably, I got something about the door being locked to me. Plus, I have a room here now."

"Ah, well... good luck with that." April smiles and realizes she's rather hungry... and hasn't eaten in probably two days. "Look, it's been great talking to you, but I -have- to eat." She stands. "I'll see you around, okay?"

Johnny nodded, "By all means, go ahead. Nice meeting you, April. Hopefully our next one won't be quite so ackward." He had a slightly playful look in his eyes as he smiled.

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