"Wvhere the hell am I?"
Standing up, he doesn't bother to brush himself off, too busy as he saw, drinking in the sight. It was…different, for sure. Cronus looked down at himself. Still the same clothes, perhaps which could be good. He looked back up, loosing balance as, in front of him, stands a teenager. The boy, brown eyes looking at him, brown hair, slicked back, in a Duck-Tail style haircut. His ensemble? Simple. Cotton twill work trousers, solid colored T-shirt, leather jacket, and some red, washed-out converse.
"So…what's with the shirt?"
"Wvhat?"
"Ya shirt, it's got some weird lines on it. What's with that?"
Cronus looked down at his shirt, seeing the Aquarius symbol in his—well, former—blood color. How to explain…
"That? Heh, that's nothin, really." Comes a shaky reply with a chuckle.
" 'ey, so…you, ya seem pretty tight, eh?" Comes the boy's voice, thick with some accent, foreign to the used-to-be troll. "The name's Daniel. Ev'rybody calls me Dan, though." Grinning, 'Dan' crossed his arms, after having inspected Cronus. He seemed rather pleased with his 'find'. Slapping him on the back, Dan drags him off to another group of guys, dressed similarly. Dan then leans on the railings to the stairs leading to the school.
"Oi, all you, we got us a new member. Ah, what's your name?"
"Cronus…Ampora"
"Nice name ya got there, Cronus. Anyway, he's with us now, got it?" His lackeys seem to agree, afterword, chuckling a bit. "Yea, boss, we hear ya." Dan then shoos them off, telling them to go elsewhere while he talks to Cronus. As soon as they leave, he turns back to him, face dimming, now serious.
"So, Chief, exactly wvhat're you talkin about?" He asks, scanning Dan's face warily. All this was happening too quickly, in his opinion. From the sudden transformation, to the new 'friends' he has met.. In turn, Dan chuckles a bit, eyebrow raised in amusement.
"Eh? Chief? That's a new one. I like it." He says, then replying. "You don't know? Ha! How could ya not? Of course ya with the best of the best, Cro. We," Dan gestures to himself, then Cronus. "are 'Greasers'. Cool, right?" His face breaks into a cheeky smirk. He shoves his hands in his pockets. "…I take it that you ain't around these parts, eh?"
Confusion. Cronus blinks then speaks. "Vwhat do you mean by 'these parts'?" The latter bursts out laughing. "Yea, you ain't. That means ya don't live here. You're new to Trinsdale." With some nervous chuckling, the purple-eyed teenager nods.
"Yeah, that's right. Yea, I ain't from around here. I...uh…lived over in…" He scans his think pan for someplace the kids [as in, the alpha/beta kids] had mentioned. "I lived over in Cali, yea, that's right."
"Cali? I heard there's some hot babes ov'r there."
"Y-yea, lots."
Cronus rubbed the back of his head. He looked to the building besides them. This looked like a 'school' as Dirk explained that one time. Bunches of human teenagers, backpacks slung over a shoulder, or worn 'properly', as Rose said. Groups of differently dressed kids, of supposedly differing statuses. Rich kids, wannabes, rockers, nerds, cheerleaders, the whole lot of them.
" 'ey, Cro, ya listening?" Dan's voice called his attention, and the said teen was obviously annoyed. "Yea, Dan?" The latter rolled his eyes, frowning. "I asked ya, do you have a girl?"
Cronus shook his head, almost immediately. Who would want him, anyway…? Even if he was 'hot', smooth with words, somewhat creative, and pretty open, not anyone he knew…or, at least, yet. He looks around at the others in scattered groups or alone. All those hot babes to hit on. Cronus smirked at the thought, Dan looking at him, surprised.
"Cro, listen, if ya want to be a 'real' greaser, you gotta get a girl." He says, grinning. Dan punched him in the arm, jokingly. " 'ere. I'll help ya look for one, since you're new. 'cm on…I know just the place."
Following him, the expression slapped on his face suddenly became excited. Perhaps he'd have a better chance, now…