Disclaimer: I own TEH WROLD!!!111!1 Pay up, people. No skimping on the coinage, yo. :x

Author's Notes: Twonk is my Gaia avi/character/alter ego thingie. He has a story, of which I'm slacking on in the writing of it. -gonk- He's like he is in that story, but slightly older than at where it currently is and a little more wackier. This is my Jerry Lou story, which is like a Mary Sue story, but totally different on so many levels. It's like an entity all of it's own. Sort of like Al Gore.

Titles will be lines from random songs stuck in my head that I will try to make sense of in the story. And they won't be like titles at all because my shift key hates me. Plus I owe it alimony, so the less I use it the better. I knew there was a reason the caps lock key is above it... -thinks of the good times and sobs-

This story was a spur of the moment thing as I work on my other story. I have no idea what I'm doing with it, yet. xD And also, Rosalie is the stereotypical creepy annoying girl who's way too happy and smiles a lot. :3

Unusual Collective

by D. Ant

Chapter One - I've gotta a little change in my pocket...

"This is the guy?" the stereotypical Italian man said as he held a picture. "And you're sure he's got what we're looking for?"
The two stereotypical goons nodded.
"All right," the man sighed. "Pick him up."

"Another game?" Jigen asked with a grin, staring across the pool table at an annoyed Lupin.
"All I have is a five," Lupin responded.
Jigen shrugged. "If you're willing to give it up, I'll be glad to take it."
"Actually, I think I want a beer." Lupin left the table and sat at the bar, Jigen joining him and both ordering drinks.
At the end of the bar sat a man, who appeared to be homeless. He sat next to a younger man, one who looked too young to be at a bar. The younger man was dressed nicely, black dress pants with black dress shoes and a blue dress shirt and black tie and black jacket. He had messy short black hair and blue eyes. In his hand was a glass half filled with scotch.
The two men talked and laughed at their stories, the younger man appearing to buy the man all of his drinks, ordering him another.
It wasn't that the young man was kind or generous, not that he couldn't be from time to time, but he needed something the man knew. And one way to get him to spill the info was to get him as drunk as he could.
Everything was going according to plan, an oddity for the young man. But just as he got his hopes up, in walked the two goons.
Jigen and Lupin glanced back as the men stood in front of the door and glanced around.
The homeless man saw the two men, suddenly overcome by panic. He reached in his pants pocket and pulled something out, handing it to the young man, making sure the goons didn't take notice as they approached.
"Uncle Moe!" one of the goons said. "We knew we'd find you here." He and the other stood on either side of the man.
"Thanks for looking out for him, kid," the other said as the two helped the homeless man to his feet.
The young man took a drink of his scotch, slamming the glass on the bar as he stood. "You know what?" he said, slowly turning and looking at the men. "There are two things that annoy me. One, people butting in on others conversations and two, people who call me 'kid'."
One goon looked at the other, laughing off the young mans remarks.
"Three things that annoy me. People ignoring and or laughing at me would be the third thing."
"Beat it, kid," one goon said as he helped lead the homeless man out.
"That's it!" the young man growled, grabbing the stool he was sitting on and running towards the goons.
The goon the stool was aimed for turned and blocked it with his arm, grabbing it with his other hand and wrenching it away from the young man. He tossed the stool aside and punched the young man twice in the face, then once in the stomach before throwing him to the ground and leaving.
The bartender looked down at the young man and sighed, getting him some more scotch as he got to his feet and leaned on the bar.
"One of these days your half-minded plans are gonna lead the cops here," the bartender said as he wiped off glasses with an old white rag. "And if that happens and they catch you here and take away my license, I suggest you move somewhere far away."
The young man looked up and grinned, his left eye starting to swell up, his lower right chin reddened. "I know people, too, Rob. And if you touch me..."
"Tch! Oh yeah? Then what are your friends gonna do about the guy who beat your face up?"
The young man shrugged. "You never know." He reached in his pocket, pulling out the folded paper the homeless man handed him and staring down at it. He then reached in his other pocket and pulled out a fifty, plopping it on the bar and walking outside.
He unfolded the paper as he walked, inside it were two old gold coins. "Not much good when I don't know what to do with them," he muttered, placing them in his pocket and walking on.

The young man yawned as he walked into his apartment building, heading to the mailboxes and pulling out a few white envelopes, all but one being a bill.
"Hi Twonk," a young girl about 15 hollered happily as Twonk turned around.
"Ah!" Twonk jumped back, pressing himself against the wall of mailboxes. "H-hi, Rosalie," he said in discomfort as she was in his face smiling. "I-I'm gonna...I'm just gonna go now..." He ducked past her and walked quickly down the hall, opening his door quickly and getting inside, closing the door behind him and breathing a sigh of relief.
The relief didn't last long, however. Turning on the light he could see that his place had been turned upside down. Books, papers and pieces of furniture covered the floor.
"Great," he sighed as he stepped out in the middle of the mess.
"I think you have something we want," a voice came from behind.
Twonk spun around, glaring at the two goons from the bar. His eyes darted around the room, his mind working a little too slow for the dire situation he was in.
"Just give us the coins," one of the goons said, holding out his hand.
Twonk grinned. "Okay, fine," he said with a shrug, reaching in his pocket and pulling out two silver dollars, quickly throwing his hand out, the two coins flying past the men, hitting the wall behind them, and falling to the floor.
"Heh." Twonk grinned nervously, the two goons soon on top of him.