Kurse woke up, he had a weird dream he couldn't quiet remember. "Ah well," He said quietly. He stood up and stretched. He scratched his slight stubble and scratched his bare chest. He shifted some of the hair out of his eyes. He felt his back, the bleeding had stopped. It left one badass scar, but he'd live. He began rooting through the newest junk pile, looking for a shirt. He lit a cigarette with his skull lighter. He found a green and black studded belt, with about twenty studs missing. He slipped it through his black jeans and scratched his lean stomach again. A few of the holders for the belt had been torn from things and it drooped in some places. No shirt. "Damn," He swore to himself. He began rooting through another pile, near Peyton and Gwen. He never made any effort to talk to them...well, he never made any effort to talk to anyone.

Gwen closed her notebook and put it in the backpack that she found earlier. She got up and asked Kurse "Do you want me to go to the store and get you a shirt?"

OOC:Sorry guys I have been doing much recently.

IC: When Handel motioned for him to follow, he nodded in acceptance. As Ella and Handel walked off though, Vincent trailed behind, trying not to make eye contact with any of the other people bustling by him. He watched as Ella and Handel walked into the diner, but he didn't go in. Instead, Vincent sat on a nearby bench, pulling his collar up more to ward off the wind.
After a minute or so, another girl walked into the diner, Handel called her to come sit with them. Vincent sat up a little straighter to get a better look at this newcomer.

Kurse scratched his stomach and it's few scars. "Sure, but I don't want to waste so much money," He leafed through a wallet he had stolen earlier and relit his smoke. He gave her five dollars. "Here, that should be enough for a simple shirt, I'd go, but you have to have a shirt on to actually go in," He said to Gwen. "Plus I've been caught stealing from every store around here," He added, and puffed his cigarette.

Gwen took the money and walked off. She walked down the street and around a corner. Peolple were stairing at her as she walked by. She walked into a store and back to the guys clothing. She picked up a shirt that said it was $3.98. It was a cheap shirt but it would work. Gwen grabbed one that looked to be Kurse's size and than walked up to the counter. She paid, walked out, and walked back to the junkyard. She walked over to Kurse and threw him he shirt and gave him the change she got back. She then went back to her drawing. She was almost done drawing Peyton from memory.

Kurse watched her walk off. He puffed his cigarette and blew it out. He was already on another one when she threw his the shirt and change. "Thanks..." He trailed off as she walked away. He threw the shirt on and puffed his cigarette again.