RP Creator/Rule Maker/List Parental: Sonarius

Second In Command: BlackDinah

_____Ever get tired of those rp’s that only look for the copyrighted characters? The ones that prefer them? Have a limited space for those wonderful made ups or no space at all? I did, so I decided to combine two things that I love, the X-men universe and made up characters. While copy righted characters of the Marvel and DC universe are welcome here, the main focus is on made ups. That girl with the ability to create fire? That boy with lizard like skin? That 1000 year old male character that all have two things in common, they are mutants, and you’ve been editing them to fit into other rp’s because you haven’t found one that will take them as they are. They are all welcome here, welcome to this X-men universe spin off rp, Hiding In Plain Sight.

Story

_____Mutants are an obvious reality, the various terrorist mutant groups and the X-men rule the TV, airwaves, and newspapers. The FOH are gaining members and growing to a force that could easily over rule the KKK. People are staunchly divided for or against mutants. The mutant registration act has been voted in but there is always a picket outside the gates of the White House against it. The rest of the world tunes in to the chaos and uproar of the United States and some copy their example while others huff and continue on their own way.

_____The un-lucky (or lucky) few that are cursed or blessed with the gene that separates them from their mothers and fathers, from their friends and classmates, are taking varied routs to stay un-detected. Some of the lucky few that seem no different on the outside then before their pubescent Pandora’s box opened continue their lives best they can like a normal human being. Some stand tall and bear the brunt of their neighbours hate. Many aren’t so lucky or stable to pull either of these off and reach out for help. Some find schools or groups to join, such as the X-men, Magneto, or the many minor factions of mutant liberations. A large majority though are runaways; scraping together the best lives they can with the burden they carry, flocking to the cities to hide in the millions of nameless faces. They look for protection in anonymity, they look for a place to be safe and flourish, they look for a place in the seedy sections of the city to call their own.....

_____The mutants that have lost and found themselves in these alleyways and shady streets, banding together or standing alone, wanting to blend in or stand out and make a name for themselves reside here. This is THIER world....and this is their story....

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"So, have I discouraged you yet?"

Grace glanced at the woman giving her the tour, and smiled. "Not at all, Ms. O'Shea. I'm just absorbing the info. How often do you need help here?" she asked, looking around. They stood in a homeless shelter, that had a free clinic attached on one side. Grace was a volunteer for both. She lived in the area, in a building called Crumrin Apartments. She didn't mind not getting paid for her work...Grace didn't need the money.

The administrator laughed. "Call me Delaney, please. And I could use all the help we can get, Grace. However...there is one thing I must ask..." she said, and glanced around. The sick and the needy rambled around, doing whatever they felt the urge to do in the safety of the shelter.

"Do you...have anything against Mutants?" she asked softly. Grace gave her the smallest of smiles. "I live in Crumrin, Delaney." she replied, her voice just as low. Delaney smiled. "Well then, Grace...welcome to Savior Mother Mary's Free Clinic and Shelter." she stated, and embraced the girl. Subtly, she touched the girl's heart, and found it filled with nothing that needed changing. She was already generous and kind, with a desire to help her fellow mutants. Already, Grace was exactly the kind of person Delaney wanted to work for her.

"You can start tomorrow, Grace." she added, and released the girl. Grace smiled. "Thanks, Delaney. I'll see you tomorrow." The young blond woman left the shelter with a wave, and headed out the doors, onto the streets of Chicago.

"Well, Gracie...now what?" she asked herself, looking towards the Shelter once more.

Cael followed behind his sister and Grace muttering to himself and fiddling with his hands

Cael looked up at his sister and said "she seems nice"

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Delaney glanced at her brother, and nodded. "She is. She is good and kind, and very innocent. I don't know if that is a good thing...or a bad thing. In this place, a healthy dose of cynicism seems to be par for the course." she admitted.

Looking around, Delaney felt herself growing a little angry. She took the tiny bit of emotion, and sent it out into the world, into a man arguing with his wife six blocks away. Instead of storming out of the house, he struck her. Then he struck her again. Finally, he left. Delaney didn't care. They were Normals...humans. Inferiors. Not even worth her time.

But Grace was a Mutant...of some kind. Passing, at any rate, like Delaney. It was only appropriate to have the girl in her employ...perhaps one day, she would join their cause, after all.

Devin sighed as he looked out of the window of the bus, out at the rundown section of the town."Well, here's home..I guess.." The young, tan-skinned boy mumbled to himself, removing his headphones from his head and hanging them around his neck as the bus slowed to a stop.

He walked out of the bus and onto the street, and just started walking.He had no idea where to go, or what to do.He was a 15-year-old runaway, who had witnessed the death of his own mother, and had seen his father in prison for murder.He had no place to go, so he just kept walking.Never make eye contact, never seem scared.That's what one of his friends said when they had heard DJ was running away.

The boy pulled up the hood on his short-sleeved, t-shirt-style hoodie onto his head and he shoved his hands into his pockets, fiddling with the last thing he received from his mother, her lucky charm.He fingered the tiny, green dragon in his pocket and just stared at his feet as he walked, trying to ignore anything and everything going on around him.He had to hide his powers..But it was hard.Electricity surrounded him, and his face was in the shade, making his tattoos show up more if they happened to glow.

This life would be hard.But he had no choice.His name was Devin James Townsend, mostly just called DJ, and he ran away from home.One part of him called himself stupid, and was homesick, but the other part of him said "You have no home, DJ.You have to find a new one".
He slipped his headphones back on, and turned on his mp3 player.As his favorite song played, drowning out the world around him, his tattoos glew a bit.Just a bit, but enough to make anyone walking towards him just stare for a second, thinking "Did that boy's cheeks just glow?" Devin just kept walking, nervously glancing around at the people around him as he sped up his pace, nearly into a run.Argh, he had to get away.So much for hiding his powers.

Marsha sat at the counter of the movie rental store she worked at two days a week. She was flipping through a magazine and taping her fingers quickly to the beat of some song. It was, so far a good day for her, she'd gotten a few hours of sleep the night before and was feeling pretty balanced. She looked over her magazine to see two pre-teen kids making their way slowly to the curtained off section of the store. "Stay out of the porn you two, don't make me come over there." The kids jumped at her voice and turned to look at her sheepishly. "Yeah, I caught you...like I always do now get out of here and go terrorize someone else's shift."

Miles felt… he guessed exhausted would be the best term for the moment. Awake, but dizzy from sleeping crammed up on buses or parks…. Unkempt yards or just not sleeping at all. He was at that ‘not sleeping at all’ point right now since yesterday. Just hadn’t found anywhere he felt ‘safe’ to sleep yet. The stale bagel he’d had that morning was sitting cold, half digested in his stomach, though it may as well be air.

Jostle… shuffle… move with the flow of other people. He had no destination in mind at the moment, though was trying to spy one out while hiding incognito as the homeless bum he was. One good thing about looking dirty, hooded, and bent possessively over his only surviving bag of things is no one wanted to look at you. You were nothing… a homeless dud. They didn’t bother looking long enough to notice it look like there were LED’s glowing inside of his hood, to bother remembering a face that looked like it came off of the Space Channel.

He needed shelter and food. In that order. He could survive a few days without eating anything, even if it did hurt, but dying from exposure or passing out from exhaustion were not options. He had to do this, with no money. Sure he had some, but those last few bills were securely rammed into the bottom of his sock and were not coming out.

“Hey… hey… got any smokes?” gravel and dry. Corner hobo. Bain once of his existence and lunch money, tugging at heart strings… now a useful tool.

“Smokes?” eyes blood shot, but he didn’t look rail thin.

“Maybe.” Miles fiddled with one pocket in his coat… stayed steps away… he could feel the disease and laziness in this one… though he looked the part, Miles still did not want to be the same world. “ Where you get your food?”


“Saviour Mother Mary’s…. right… not the worst name I’ve heard…” Still…. It was a shelter, a clinic, and had food… and by the guy with the spikes coming out of his skull sitting out side with the brown bag in his hands, wouldn’t tar and feather him while he stood in line.

He still had a green bruise on his shoulder from the plastic bowl one chic had belted him repeatedly cursing through missing teeth when he took off his gloves. Yeah… that sucked.

/Shiny side Miles…./ “Better then a dumpster!”/ Good god aren’t you a barrel of sunshine…/

Still… it WAS better then a dumpster.

Now… to just actually go IN….

Grace glanced up at the sound of a voice, seeing a short figure standing in front of the shelter. It wore a hood and gloves, and bore obvious evidence of a hard life. Grace stepped a little closer, and grasped the door handle. "Let me get that for you." she said kindly, and held the door open invitingly.

She caught a glimpse under the hood, and saw the softly glowing markings on his face. A boy then. "I'm Grace. Are you hungry?" she asked, careful not to frighten him. He looked like he needed a place to sleep, and a meal in his belly. She wasn't supposed to start until the next day...but she didn't really have anything else planned.

DJ breathed heavily as he stopped running finally, now horribly out of breath.Great, now where was he?Somewhere int he middle of the city, that's for sure..Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, for him.He sighed and squeaked a bit as one of his headphones shocked him a bit, making him shock anyone in a close vicinity of him with a light jolt of static, like if your friend scooted across the floor in wooly socks then poked you kind of a jolt. his markings glew bright green for a second and he sighed again, rolling his eyes."God, I have to figure out how to control this curse of mine..Escpecially in a big city like this, I'm going to make a city-wide power outage if this keeps happening..Stupid headphones.Stupid electricity.Stupid mutant gene.." He grumbled angrily, slipping his headphones off again and shutting off his music. his stomach grumbled loudly and he glared down at it."Shut up.I'm saving my money for when I absolutely need it.I don't have much left, I spent most of it getting here.So you be quiet." He grumbled to his own stomach before looking up at the city around him after his little fight with his own organs."Hm..A shelter?Good to see that someone has a kind heart in this place.." Devin smiled, his cheerful nature returning a bit. he sat down on a nearby bench and opened the messenger-style bag he had slung over his shoulder, looking for something to do in it.He needed a rest, badly.He had been either walking or riding a bus all day, it was getting tiring for his body.And being a bit hungry didn't help.

...Well, maybe more than a bit hungry.He grabbed a lollipop from his bag and unwrapped it, sticking it in his mouth and putting the trash right back into his bag.Ah, that's better. Not much, but it would distract his stomach a bit.

Marsha finished the magazine and threw it behind her to land in a heap on the floor. She looked at the clock and frowned, she still had another hour and a half to kill, the store was empty, and she was getting antsy. She looked out of the large picture window the store had to take in the line forming at the Saviour Mother Mary’s shelter. The place was popular among mutants, but Marsha herself had never gone, more out of a sense of pride than fear. Besides, she was unstable enough as is she didn't want to go around practically announcing to the world she was a mutant.

'Aaaaaw man, what a long day,' Leona muttered to herself as she started upon the long trek home. Well, or at least where she was calling home now. The mutant really tended to change living places every few months. Jobs too for that matter. She wasn't sure how people kept being suspicious of what she was... or maybe she just got bored? Perhaps a bit of both. Oh well, point was, she tended never to stick around one area, one place for very long.

The place she was currently staying in she was renting from a nice elderly couple. Tiny was a kind word to call this apartment, but the way Leona figured it, it was much better than a cardboard box! Her gold eyes narrowed however, as she noted a group of homeless folks rummaging the ground in front of her apartment. "Hey! Hey come on guys, that's not funny!" she called, dashing forward. She was getting that feeling however, that feeling she sometimes got when about to see something she did not like. And sure enough, her place had yet again been broken into. Her shoulders sagged as she heaved a great sigh. This wasn't exactly the best of areas, but come on! Three times in the last month? That was just a bit too much! Peering inside, she could see her place and what little stuff had already been looted as well.

"Dammit," she muttered with a facepalm, knowing the homeless people she had seen earlier had probably made off with the last of her groceries as well. It was a few days before she got paid as well... well that left one option as much as she hated to say it. Unlocking her door, she got the familiar board and boarded up the broken window. When she got paid, it could be fixed. But for now, she would have to go to Saviour Mother Mary's shelter. Man... well. At least she wouldn't be the only mutant around! Could be nice, yes, could be quite nice! This is what she told herself as she locked up and started towards the Shelter. She wasn't about to give up, not yet.

Walking into the Shelter, she entered the doorway with a light twirl, waving to people closeby. Just because she was down on her luck again didn't mean she had to be rude! She had been here the last two times this had happened as well, so she wondered if any familiar faces would be here this time, or anyone would remember her. Around here, with so many interesting faces, she doubted her gold eyes stood out as much! For now she could take in the faces and the smells... okay maybe not the smells. But the faces!

Miles eyeballed the overly friendly woman holding open the door in front of him. Looking for a bible. Only time anyone had ever been THAT chipper to see his short behind.

No… no crosses or little booklets or those annoying little WWJD bracelets to be seen. Okay… maybe just a lot of coffee.

“Yes… yes I am of sorts… thanks…” his speech was broken… still waiting for some spiel. He didn’t share his name back. Never give them your name. The fairytale books were right for that pointer at least. Even if the demons were replaced by Jehovah’s Witnesses. They still wanted you to sign on he dotted line with your own blood, he was sure.

Once inside… it was darker, but it was actually cleaner then a lot of shelters he’d been at… less crowded… but then again, even amongst homeless, some wouldn’t like sharing dinner with the frog skinned guy he saw sitting at one of the tables. He was feeling that little buzz in his guts again. That one where you were someplace new…. He was always someplace new.. but he really got that frightened but excited buzz when you saw the potential of a place to rest for awhile. Sure, it was no all defining purpose of a feeling… but it was like when you’ve been camping for a long time, then you get to stay at a motel for a few days before you go back to camping. A relief, but you know it’s only for a little while.

He took his hood off… it was to hot in here to keep it on… It was cleaner then a lot of shelters… and didn’t reek of piss, but it was still musty and dirty smelling to a point. Stuffy. He also picked off his gloves, shoving them into one of many oversized coat pockets.

Was it a bad sign the smell of bleach actually freaked him out now?

Ugh.. hood hair… stuck in one position so long it actually hurt when you ruffled it out… oh… gross...

“You got any showers in here actually?” he didn’t turn to talk to the girl that let him in, but spoke to her anyway. Didn’t think to turn. He knew she was there. “I can style my own hair right now…” he wiped his hands on his pants… not that it did much for getting the grease off. Shit he was glad he at least didn’t stink. He FELT like he should though… but he just smelled like… dirt.

“Oh… umm.. yeah… I’m guessing this is not a problem here…? “ he weaved a non-hair slimed hand at his face, or more specifically, at the glowing lines all over it, climbing down his neck, back into his hairline, all over his hand, and disappearing beneath his clothes.



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The door to the back room the not-so-wily teenagers had been trying to get into and a massive wall of a man ducked to not wail his head on the top of the door frame. He didn’t look as frightening as he usually did, forgoing the huge trench coat he usually wore and simply dressed in shirt and pants… but at seven feet something tall, dark skin and black ink, Teeth never looked like a freaking Easter Bunny either. There were three DVD cases cradled in one large hand.

“Alright Vid Girl… “ he laid the cases down on the counter. “These three from the back, and what were those specials you told me about comin’ in? I am in some insane need of some obscure little titles… the internet has been failing me the past few days…. Mopho’s I’ve visited this week can NOT seem to pay their net bills… got five TV’s to sell ya, but no net. Damn shame….”

Grace chuckled. "I'll show you where the showers are, and then we can get some food into you if you like." she offered, waving him after her. When he gestured to his face, asking if it was a problem, Grace smiled. "It's okay here. This place is meant for people like us." she stated, and gestured to the room around them. At a far table was a girl who's hair floated, tentacle-like, around her head. A man with an eye in the middle of his forehead sat at another, eating a bowl of soup, a cowboy hat perched on the table beside him.

"I'm not as obvious as some people...but I'm a mutant too." she admitted. "I work thread." she added, and held out a hand. There was a little ball of string in it. It unwound itself, and made itself into a little person shape, walking around on her hand. "If you need anything patched up or taken in, I'm your gal." she chuckled, and put the bit of thread into her pocket again. "That goes for cuts and scrapes too. I can't heal you, but I'm trained in first aid, so I can at least help you heal yourself." she assured him.

Then she waved it away. "But that's later. First, we'll get you a shower and some chow, huh?" Grace chuckled. The little glowing fellow wasn't much younger than her...maybe a couple of years, but he was shorter. She didn't meet many guys shorter than her. At five six, Grace was only barely above average herself. But she supposed as a mutant, he probably had some kind of power to keep him out of trouble...looking the way he did, he would be a target...for other mutants as well as normals.

Grace waved him after her, and led him away from the main group of people taking advantage of the shelter's main room. "That's the door to the clinic, if you need anything. It's a free clinic, open all the time. Kitchen's are always open, and you can do laundry over there..." she stated, pointing to a small room with a single washer and dryer. "We get donations of clothes and stuff, so if you need anything, I can help you find it." she added, and stopped at another door. "This is the showers. You can leave your stuff in one of the lockers and lock it up until you're done. We discourage stealing here...it's mostly free, but we know you probably have stuff you'd like to keep track of. So go ahead, and when you're done, I can find you a bunk...or you can have a bite to eat and move on. It's up to you." Grace promised. They didn't force people to stay...but some people did.

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Delaney watched Grace lead the petite and grubby redhead down the hall towards the showers, and smiled. What a sweetheart. she mused absently. Then she frowned slightly. Delaney could always sense those around her...their emotions, at any rate. But that mutant...the one with Grace. He didn't feel like anything at all. Like a void. A blank place in the world. Delaney frowned. She didn't want that one to stay...she was uncomfortable with him even being in the building...but she had no real reason to make him leave. Perhaps he would simply go in his own time...

Bruno was in his apartment feeling kind of bored practicing his boxing skills on a punching bag. He lived in one of the 2 downstairs apartments of the Crumrin Apartment Complex, the apartment wasn’t that big of a place but Bruno was used to small living spaces after being in the army. He was startled when heard the buzzer for the front door and accidentally used too much force on the punching bag and tore the chains from the beam in the roof. He sighed “damn… not again”. He trudges off and answered the buzzer “Hello this is the superintendent what can I do for you”

Brass approached the building with some concern. She was looking for a place to live; having left the care of her parents home just days earlier. With a molotov cocktail as a gift from her neighbours, she'd decided it wasn't safe for her to live at home any longer. Her parents were still loving and supportive...they just did it from across town, that was all.

She looked down the list of names at the building's front, and found the button for the superintendent. She pressed the button, and a voice came out, deep but polite. A man's voice. Brass cleared her throat. "Hello. My name is Catherine...I was just wondering if you have any apartments for rent?" she asked hopefully. Maybe he'd say yes before he saw her..at six foot seven, Catherine Brass scared most men who met her.

He heard a woman on the other end of the intercom asking for an apartment. The tone in her voice sounded nervous something that he was used hearing. Bruno said “Yes we have a few available apartments I’ll be there in a minute to let you in and show you the available apartments.” He glanced at the punching bag on the floor and shook his head and muttered “I’ll fix it later” and headed off to the front door. When he got to the door he realised why the woman had sounded nervous, she was a mutant but then again very few people in the Crumrin Apartments weren’t mutants. He opened the door with a warm smile and welcomed the woman to the apartment extended his had and said “Hi I’m Bruno but every on here just calls me super. Come one in and I shall show you the building.”

The noise caused Marsha to look away from the window at the huge hunk of man walking up to the counter. He was a regular, and always gave her a run for her money when it came to looking up weird movie titles. "Nice selection you have there sir, though the sequel to that one I hear is better." She pointed to the top DVD. "As for our specials, while the internet is screwing you over it's been treating me quite well. I have a few Japanese minic snuff films, some weird Russian picks I have no idea what they're about, and some German movie about nazis." She rattled off the list quickly and ducked down behind the counter, putting the DVDs on the shelf. Most of the girls who worked the store were terrified of the guy, but Marsha was less than impressed with his size, after all the guy had never done anything to her, and she was pretty sure for her, he was no real threat. "Take your pick, and next time don't pretend to be all quiet waiting for those punks to sneak in there do something about it."

Teeth grinned, picking up two of the boxes to read, what he could, of the mangled english translations on the back.

"Hey... I was waiting for them back there...." Put one down in his pile ,discarded the other, picked up two more.

"I turned the lights off. Can ya blame me to wanten to have some fun? Would have kept them from tryin' again... " he gave her a glance over his ever present sunglasses. Rediculous, but he honestly forgot they were there sometimes anyway. Hey, he liked the 80's, let him keep his shades, at least his dress sense didn't stay there.

"Seen that one..." one more dicarded, one more added.

"So been busy at the neighbors today?" he nodded slightly to the window, for accross the street. 'Viddy', she'd never bothered telling him her name, and he didn't bother asking. Cutish white chick, but no cushion for the pushin. At all. Was a decent chat in this neighborhood that didn't end with her asking him for a deal on something or other though. " I at least see they filled in the crater from that flamin' bitch from two weeks ago finally." To unstable witha minor crack addiction did not end well for that one.

Marsha smirked and slid the movies over to the scanner, scanning them with one hand while quickly typing the prices into the computer.
"Yeah...honestly that shelter should give talks on the dangers of drugs on the mutant body...I didn't see what happened but the girl who was here said it was...how did she put it?" She put the movies into a plastic bag and slid it across the counter.
"A mix between the awesomeness of 4th of July fireworks and the horror of watching someone spontaneously explode. " Marsha rambled on, her words starting to blend together, apparently the few hours of sleep she had gotten the night before were only the proverbial band aid as her speech was starting to degrade again. She seemed to pause in the middle of talking, almost as if her brain had to catch up and she looked back up at the large black man. "8.99 for five days, can I get your members card?"

Catherine sighed in a little relief when the man came out. He was only a few inches taller than her, and covered in scars. "Hello. Thank you for showing me around." she stated, and ducked under the doorframe to step inside. She glanced about. The building was old, but clean, and in good condition, or so it appeared to her.

"I hate to be a bother, Mr. Bruno...but do you have any apartments with...high ceilings? I'm sure you understand why I ask." she said, blushing a little.

The invention of the hot shower was a gift form on high, Miles was sure. That and flushing toilets. He came out from one of the hospital green coloured stalls in the men’s shower rooms looking red and green, ready for Christmas, skin rubbed near raw from trying to get all the dirt off and turning the heat to high. Felt like sacrilege putting his dirty clothes back on... but it was less, not so dirty, dirty clothes that had been in his bag... and clean underwear. He religiously cleaned those whenever he could get a hold of a sink. Never knew when you'd need a new pair..

He snorted, realizing he had better hygiene habits then most guys his age. He wondered how many of his old classmates actually KNEW how to do laundry...

…Don’t think about that. Nothing there to dwell on.

... Food. Definitely food. Needed to concentrate on the simple things right now. He was to tired to get sentimental. While his stomach was not growling it was rather empty feeling. A feeling he was getting used to, but preferred not to have.

He avoided looking at the mirror as he left.

/Now… to find the Knitting Girl…/ you knew the staff a little, you got extras.. or at least warned from what might be questionable eating material.

She was actually rather easy to find. She was chatting to the only other person that didn’t try to stoop and look around warily constantly… a rather tall woman that seemed to just… represent ‘important’ of some sort. Sure, there was an oddly cheery dirty blond chic standing in the food line, but anyone that happy to be in the poorhouse foodline HAD to be on something… so it didn’t count. The lady… what was her name… started with G-… Grace!... The lady Grace was talking to didn’t look like she was here for the food or wonderful facility use.

“Hey…. Sorry to interrupt… but what does one have to do to find out what won’t keel them over to eat here?...” he tried smiling a little. Hey, he was short, his hair was all fluffed out from the hand dryer in the bathroom, he knew he looked cute. Kinda. Like.. deformed puppy cute.. at least. Maybe. Deformed puppy at a rave perhaps?

His arm twitched. It felt off not carrying his duffle bag on his shoulder. He ended up resting his hand in the loop of the cargo’s he was wearing instead… mind still absently checking once in awhile the glowing blip in his mind that was his stuff wasn’t moving from the locker he put it in. Felt odd not half tipping to compensate for weight. Altogether he was slightly jittery.

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“I would figure that’s what it would look like, since that what it was.” He calmly flicked the card and a ten dollar bill between his fingers for the video girl to take. “Nah… somebody wants to fuck themselves up, then let them. Know too many that are a waist anyway. Just make sure not to take out somebody else with ya. THAT’S a problem.”

He eyed absently out the window again at the occasional person that entered the doors across the street… and those getting up the balls to go in. some little punk seemed to be eying the place…

Teenagers.

Didn’t damn well listen when their guts told them to run for it. That’s what Delany did… kept the mutant hating idiots away. Occasionally though some motor mouth wannabe gang banger would ignore the shrinking of his nuts in fear and go to cause some trouble.

Shoving the change he received back into his pocket he moved the bag over to the corner of the counter rather then picking it up.

“Hold on to these for me for a second would ya Viddy? Gonna go poke somethin’ out….”

Hey, he was bored. His first assignment didn’t begin for another three hours and he’d been taxi-ing his Boss’ new acquisitions around all morning. He needed to shove something into a wall.

He kept his walk casual, saddling up to the side and behind of the still distracted teenager, though once close enough it was always hard to miss the fact a wall of a big black man was coming up to you.

“Nice tribes… though you do know those went out of style ‘afor you was born, right…” Congenial, lightly mocking, as he looked down at the boy. Then again he had to look down at everyone. He kept his lip line tight though… his namesake was for final effect, not a sports car to flash in everyone’s face to make up for something else.

“… What you up to ya little punk..”

Congenial flew out the window in a panic.

The short tan boy looked up and sort of bounced off of the bench in fear, making his hood go flying off, revealing a long flash of dark brown and lime green hair, along with his bright green eyes and the dark green, lightning bolt-shaped tattoos on his cheeks, which dimly glowed, in a sort of pulsing manner, seeing he had sucked all of the power out of his mp3 player during his jump, making it mostly run through his arms, making all 10 of his fingers twitch uncontrollably, as if they were being electrocuted constantly.

"I'm up to nothing!I was just resting, I've been walking and riding buses all day, I needed a rest!That's all.." The boy said, trying to keep himself calm so he wouldn't shock anyone by accident, escpecially not this tall, quite frightening man that came up to him.Also, the pupils in his eyes half dissapeared from him trying to control all of the electricity in his hands, making his eyes look quite odd.Yeah, it was hard to say he wasn't a mutant, if this man asked him, and he felt as if if he just happened to say "yes" he would get himself killed.VERY hard.

/A fuck... and unstable/ looked like there was going to be antoehr hole in the concrete soon with how this one was acting. He didn't have to bother asking if he was a mutant, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he wasn't no worn hammer either.

He simply just kept looking un-amused, one eyebrow raised.

"Are you fucking HIGH?... I swear, if you are high I am chuckin' your skrawny little ass over that there building, you get me?" shit he hated druggies. Got money from them, profitted off their asses, but he still hated them. They didn't need any more weak pansies dicking around here, get beat to death by some FOH fuckers and give them a hard on for power to go harass some other mutants that didn't take their shit as well.

"No, you just scared me!Anyone would be, your two feet taller than me!" The boy said, trying to control all of the power in his hands."I don't do drugs.I know what they do to people, and I hate it..You just shocked me." He tried to calm himself down, now controlling all of the power in his hands much better, by stretching out his fingers then letting them go near each other again, and repeating that to keep the electricity focused, so it wouldn't shock anybody.