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OOC: I’m having this take place before my thread with Sascha since I don’t know how that will end. ©table by Panda

Get Off My Back

Sitting on the wall that encompassed the playground, Angel was sharpening his blade against the stone he always kept near the largest tree on the grounds. The sun was bright today and he preferred the shade of the tree over sitting out in the open. He sat on one leg that was crossed beneath him while the other hung over the edge of the brick wall. The new pair of jeans he wore stuck out against the rest of his clothes. His black t-shirt was worn; a faded picture of Pikachu surrounded by lightning on the front. White Adidas sneakers were far from being new. But he couldn’t be picky with where he lived. He got whatever was donated.

He paused in his actions. The blade rested against the cold rock as his blackened eyes stared across the street. A couple was bickering with one another about events that occurred the previous night. It seemed the man had done something that upset her a lot. The interest kept him fixated on the two until they disappeared around the next street corner. Gaze darted back to the women standing on the playground keeping an eye on all the other kids. There were simply too many children for them to keep an eye on Angel at all hours. Good thing for him. He would go nuts if he was stuck here all the time. Running away helped to clear his mind and to leave the confines of the building for the day.

The only thing they could do was keep him shut up in his room for a few days as punishment when he came back. On the rare occasion the police would manage to find him. Hell, even a few that wandered the streets of Chinatown on patrol were beginning to recognize his face. It was becoming harder and harder to stay out for long periods of time, before he was brought back.

Making a split decision, he spun over the brick wall and darted for freedom. A few people on the street pointed at him as he nearly ran them down; one lady shouted to the workers on the playground noticing where he came from. Damn it! He picked up his pace and vanished out of sight down an alleyway behind the many street shops. Running all the time had its advantages. Angel was in shape and could easily run at a steady pace for a mile before he got too tired. Weaving around dumpsters he managed to make it back onto the main street several blocks away. He heard no one shouting for his attention and assumed he was now safe to walk. The blade that had been firmly grasped in his right hand was now shoved into his back pocket before some adult thought he was a danger.

Darting into a small convenient shop, the bell chimed as he walked in. The attendant at the counter said hello before doing a double take and realizing he was alone. He made his way out of sight and began looking at the contents of the shelves. Shifty eyes noted the cameras placed around the shop to keep an eye on potential shop lifters. Great. A hand came up, his fingers tracing the ledge of the shelf closest to him. There were comic books and trading cards of various types. On the next aisle were candy and chips and other food goods. And following that were magazines and some books. Beyond that he wasn’t too concerned. There were no knives, or anything dangerous. He searched the aisles, looking for something interesting that he might not have seen the first time.

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ooc: sorry bad post x3

She tapped her fingers on the counter as the clerk moved at a snails pace. God could they get any slower with service? Apparently so, when a young boy walked in, the bell signaling his appearance. The clerk paused after noticing the boys age, but that was the end of her patience. She cleared her throat impatiently reminding him she was waiting. With a last hesitation he grabbed a pack of smokes from the shelf behind him and slid it to her. She pocketed them and turned away having already paid. He knew her, so he stopped carding her days ago. Though for the record, her identification was a pile of lies. She grinned and turned towards the door but stopped, finally paying attention to the thoughts in the room and not on her own little addiction. Not all that amusing really, a bit of gossip here and there but none of it was what brought her interest on hold. She turned away and heading further in the store instead, looking like she were browsing for something else. She was following a specific thought, or more like an image. She scanned the rows of shelves with a quick eye, looking for something she recognized. It took a few moments and a backward scan, but eventually she found what she'd picked out of his head. His thoughts were interesting, mischievous a lot like someone else she knew, but couldn't seem to put a name to it. She shrugged off the memory fight, and walked in the direction. She looked around as if browsing, doing the furthest thing from. Her brow rose slightly with a slight tilt to her mouth. She walked lightly, almost passing the kid but stopped. As she stood for a moment looking at stuff on the shelves, she grinned and murmured something towards him in a hushed tone, amusement in her voice.There out. She commented on the camera's as if noticing his glance, when really she picked it right out of him. She stuck to her word, her promise the camera's weren't functioning so that left one thing to do. She could feel electricity thrumming around her, live and excited but trapped within cords. What a pity nobody else could enjoy the show of a wild sparks from a close distance. She focused on it, knowing controlling electricity was a lot easier than manifesting it from herself. The cameras and their red light of life blinked out at once like a cord being pulled out or a power plug fried beyond repair. She'd gone with the latter on that. Good luck, kid. She grinned as she walked past him heading for the door.

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Get Off My Back

He noted the girl as he surveyed the shelves, but thought no more on the subject. It was only when she walked up beside him that he finally looked at her, glancing her over with a stoic expression. Brown hair fell in front of his eyes as he looked back down at the trading cards in front of him. ”There out.” Angel blinked. No they weren’t. Being an energy sync, he could feel the electricity coursing through the cords. It took a lot of with-strain not to use his powers for thievery. Especially his energy sync abilities. Absorbing too much power at once could give him too much of a jolt and send him into a platonic state for several days.

As if the electricity knew he was thinking about it, he felt it all drain away; flickering out like a blown light bulb. Confusion boiled inside. Blackened eyes stared the girl down, unsure of what just happened; as though she knew that the power was about to go out. Or did it? He felt the extra light surging through the girl as though she had just re-energized herself. It made his body tingle; the desire to feel knew life of his own by sucking it away from another. But no. He was not that type of person. Sure he thought about it on occasion when being bullied by the few boys that were older than him, but he never went further than only giving them the illusions of pain. His parents taught him better than to use his powers to hurt others physically. Getting the life sucked out of you was not a pleasant experience.

”Good luck, kid.” He watched her move towards the door, making to leave the store. Looking back to the store clerk, who was now looking at the security cameras in confusion, he didn’t wait another moment. Angel reached out and grabbed whatever he could in front of him and stuffed his pockets full. Sneakers pivoted on the tile surface and he bolted for the door past the slower moving girl. The door chimed to signal his departure just as the store clerk began to shout after him, theif! Rounding the corner and down an alleyway, he stopped and leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees. Now what was he going to do with all this stuff? There was no way he’d get it past the social workers without being questioned where he got the pilfered items.

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ooc: sorry bad post x3

So this is what she got stuck with for helping the kid, even though he clearly knew nothing about stealing. She wanted to snort but it wasn't the time. The clerk was already shouting after as a blur brushed right by her. She sighed as silently as possible and focused on the mans thoughts. It was like fighting a tsunami. Carefully, she started to try to clean up the mess. Just soft whispers into this humans mind, hidden suggestions, and false images. In a moment the man looked confused and curious at the same time. As if he remembered seeing the kid empty handed as he bolted. Scared, that was all. Elliot smirked and snapped her fingers to get his attention. I need a lighter. He blinked at her a second as if realizing she were there for the first time today. What idiots men were sometimes. She rolled her eyes and slid some change across the counter. With a snag she plucked a miniature bic from the stand, turning away as he finally spoke. "Hey, did that kid look like he took anything?" She shook her head and kept walking out. He wasn't far, she could still pick up his echo. Stupid kids. She saw an image and hoped it was the right one. She turned around at the door and sprinted, her light weight helping to keep her quiet. She hesitated a moment and looked around for what she thought might be an alley. That what it looked like anyways, she could easily have been wrong. She looked both ways at the narrow passages and picked at random. If it weren't this maybe the other direction. She turned the corner and stopped, nearly running into the kid himself as he was bend over stuffed full of goods. A light grin quirked at the corners of her mouth, turning her facial expression into something of light amusement. Please tell me you at least grabbed something worthwhile. She laughed silently, her body's frame shaking lightly with it. She was trying to lighten the mood but it was clearly out of her element.

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Get Off My Back

He turned at the sudden sound of someone behind him. Anxiety turned to relief seeing it was the girl from the store. Body turned to face her as he stood upright again. Anything good? Hardly. Sticky fingers grabbed what he could, but it was nothing but junk. Just some dumb trading cards. Probably could rip off some little kids by selling to ‘em. If he could get past the grown-ups, he could sell them off one by one to the other kids that managed to have a little bit of money on them. Eyes stared at her, wanting to ask her how she took out the cameras. But he was hesitant. If he asked, then she’d ask how he knew she took out the cameras. It was a dilemma he struggled with trying to decide what was best; to keep his trap shut or satisfy his curiosity. Curiosity always killed the cat…

What’s your name? Sounded like a better place to start than going straight to rougher subjects. If she was infected, she probably didn’t want to talk much about it. Or maybe she did considering she helped him out with stealing. The snatch wasn’t his best one ever. He just wanted to take the opportunity while it was there. The precious blade nestled in his back pocket had taken a lot more cunning and patience to pilfer; walking the store for an hour at least until the man was paying attention to another customer. He’d slipped it into his pocket when he was turned and continued to browse for some time more until leaving the store, apparently empty handed to all who cared. You steal a lot to? Angel couldn’t help but inquire after what happened in the store.

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She chuckled lightly, though a disappointment seemed to creep up her spine, somewhat what this boy should be feeling. She shrugged it off almost as soon as she realized this emotion sinking into her. She shrugged with one side, shoving her hair back out of her face with a free hand nearly out of just habit by now. She hardly ever noticed when her hair was blocking her eyes, but still it seemed to be mechanical at this point. Go figures. Shitty deal. His mind was rambling on about the cameras though she'd thought he'd question that first. Instead he asked for her name. She grinned wider, just at the way someone as young as him could have so much suspicion. Elliot, you? With a brow raised adding to her question, she checked around the area.

Nobody paying attention to them, nobody watching. Like they were completely separated from the world at this point. How sad. She couldn't help but chuckle at his next inquiry, rather odd to be questioning something oh so painfully obvious. Just a bit. She flashed a feline expression, her smile rather devilish and obviously a tinge of someone caught red handed. Not quite guilt, but more like lack of innocence. I'm more of a card girl though. Her body shook lightly with silent laughs, considering all the people she'd ripped off. Card games were her specialty, what with her being able to pick cards out of their head. It worked perfectly, besides the games were fun to begin with. It only helped knowing you'd win before hand.

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Get Off My Back

”Shitty deal.” The kid shrugged. Wasn’t a big deal. He was just looking for something to kill the time. What he managed to snag was not the most important part of the job to him. Angel enjoyed the thrill of stealing; that moment when he could be caught at any moment if he wasn’t careful. It was an adrenaline rush. A thrill. Something that was exciting unlike the boredom that set in when sitting around the orphanage. But he didn’t feel like explaining that to a stranger. Angel. Go ahead. Laugh. Say it’s a girl’s name. It didn’t bother him…much. Better than handing out his real name to everyone he came across. He hadn’t used it since before he was picked up and taken to the orphanage.

She stole to, but enjoyed cards more. Card games? Like blackjack and poker? That was interesting. He always wanted to know how to play them, but none of the other kids wanted to play with him. Difficult to play a game by yourself. If she knew how, perhaps she would teach him how to play. He could just go back and grab a deck of cards out of the store when the man was turned the other way. Do you sneak in to casinos and stuff? Or just play on the streets. He was suddenly full of questions and hungry for answers.

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He offered his name finally and all she did was store it away in her memory. No laughing, though it was a bit strange, hell her own name was kind of masculine as well. She knew what it felt like having people pick on something so stupid. He changed topics just as quickly as she would of done in his position. Her eyes flashed brilliantly when he asked the exact words she'd thought. She could feel her mouth twist into a grin, not at all surprised that he knew what she was talking about. Exactly that. Her tone was the same as always, maybe a touch more interested in their conversation but the same nevertheless. She'd learned years ago never to underestimate, and just assume someone understood until proven otherwise.

Card games were her specialty, and probably the most entertaining when you had nothing better to do. He seemed to like the topic they were on about as much as she did, which surprised her. Nobody around her liked to play, specially with her being around at least the ones that really knew her well. What really caught her attention was his want to learn too, which would certainly be a new situation for Elliot. She wasn't ever the best at explaining, but she might give it a shot if he really wanted to learn. She'd just have to cut out the entire mind reading thing and work with expressions and of course the cards. Her grin widened as his new on spurt for questioning her, a complete switch within seconds. She shrugged with one arm, shoving her hair out of her face with her free hands before she answered.

A bit of both, really. She gave another shrug but kept her grin on her face, a bit warmer than usual. He wasn't a typical kid that was for sure. You play? She rose a brow in interest though she kind of already knew the answer but you never really could tell. Some people really came around to surprise her in the end the longer she were around them. He might just be one of them in the end.

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