City of Opportunity

[Tyger]

The waters shifted calmly among the Manhattan-Brooklyn border. The skyline was beautiful from the river walk. Lights pierced the murky city air.

Brooklyn was rather quiet besides the sounds of low rumbles. an occasional swishing whir and mechanical rattle of the subway train underneath the layer of concrete.

The wind channeled through the narrow river passage abruptly breaking the harmonious clash of sounds. The pressure system was bringing changing weather soon. The air was getting slowly getting sticky, thick, and humid. The city had a chance to cool down from the suns wrath.

However, no matter the weather, the city's businesses and night clubs had no worry. Their patrons, ranging from college students to tourists and back to residents, were always in at opening and out at closing. Despite the sun going down, the city did not go to sleep. Instead, the night life had only just begun.

The ghostly figure lurked about a small road passage. The vibrant neon lights shone vividly through the night air. The colors were a great contrast of blue, red, purple, and green. The alley could fit a car, and sidewalks on both sides.

The scene was almost straight out of a movie as he examined the people. Their strange attire, erratic behavior, and earthquake-like bass had the character believe that he was definitely around a few clubs and bars. Or one really big rave. Either or. The street, regardless, was crowded by the throngs of people.

He had found himself a cozy seat outside a diner. The figure looked at the menu before an asian waitress approached and asked, "Your usual, David?"

He nodded, sighing contently at the noise infested street.

[Deathmask]

Charolette stood, staring out over the waters that flowed between Manhattan and Brooklyn. She took in the salty air and smiled softly. The city was always alive. Always bustling. She shifted the strap that held a large case on her back, adjusting its weight so she could carry it easier, and started walking. She found herself whistling a happy tune as she walked, a smile on her face. She shifted, avoiding a small crowd of people that she knew wouldn't get out of her way if she kept walking straight.

She paused, the bass of the club knocking her out of her happy-go-lucky trance. She sighed slightly, looking toward the lights. "There's one problem with the city. The musical choice isn't the greatest." She said, shaking her head slightly and entering the small Diner and taking an outdoor seat, leaning her cello case against the table.

After ordering a cup of tea, she looked over toward the other person seated outside. It was a man she recognized. Not by name, but he had been here frequently. She watched him for a moment, noticing the look he gave to his waitress for a brief moment before going back to taking in the sounds. She chuckled softly to herself and took in the looks of the club-goers. She smiled softly, thoughts of her sister flooding her mind.

[Lucas]

Lucas awoke in his bed all sweaty from the nightmare he wished he never had. He took a quick look around the room. Same old mess as it had always been. Lucas got out of bed, got dressed in his usual attire and looked at the time on his wrist watch. It read 8pm. He then quickly realized slept three hours than he had wanted.

Still Drowsy from his nap he felt rather hungry, he knew that there was a diner not far from his apartment. So he grabbed his keys and left his apartment. He walked about two blocks noticing quite alot of people were out to night. Then came the drumming from a near by rave party, then he understood the reason for so many people.

He arrived at the diner and took a seat at one of the few open tables just out side. It wasn't long before a young Asian waitress came up to him and asked, "What can i get for you today sir?"

Lucas looked at the waitress while refolding the menu he was holding the moment he sat down. "I'll have a coffee and your Special for tonight."

The waitress replied "How Did you want your steak?"

Lucas thought a moment. "I'll try Medium rare."

She Quickly Jotted it down and asked "And did you want the Beans or Roll for your side?"

Lucas replied and said, "I'll take the roll."

"Alright your food will be read in a few moments." Said the waitress. She then stuck her note pad in her small apron pouch and went back inside.

As she left Lucas's eyes Locked with another mans at a table right across from him. Lucas had a feeling that something was very different about him. Lucas looked off to the streets for a moment to try and seem like any other passerby, while he waited for his order to arrive.

[Creator]

"Good evening sir, my name is Calvin and I'll be taking care of you this evening. Can I start you off with something to drink?"
The young man, probably somewhere in his mid-twenties, looked up at his server.
"Tea, thanks. Sweet."
Calvin nodded. "I'll have it right out."
Hall brought a hand up to his face and removed a small metal device that had been clipped over his right eye. It looked like someone had cut a pair of goggles in half, making some sort of ineffective eyepatch. He tucked the device into his pocket and turned back to gaze at Lucas, taking care to keep his bad eye closed. Long bangs hid most of his face from view, though a small smile could be seen in the shadows.
What secrets are you hiding?
"Here you go sir. Did you need a few more minutes?"
Hall took his tea and looked down at his menu. "I think I'll have the special as well. Well done, with a roll on the side."
Calvin nodded. "I'll have that out shortly."
Hall nodded and took a sip of his tea, his left eye glancing across the crowd for any information. He could usually tell a person's personality type, get a basic idea of what they were feeling at the moment, and give largely accurate predictions on the outcome of their evening.

Now if only he had better depth perception.

"Terrible music, isn't it?"
Hall was examining his tea cup, making it difficult to tell just who he was talking to. "What has society come to, listening to such garbage?"

[Princess Beta]

ooc: I warn you in advance. She's definitely going all angsty in the first paragraph, and sorry for stealing the kind waiter-who-obviously-isn't-paid-enough-to-deal-with-this's name.

BIC:

The obnoxious fluorescent lights didn't exactly help the somewhat sickly appearance of the pale girl sitting outside. While it certainly would have been worse if she were either indoors or under the neon lighting of the nightclubs that littered the street, it was certainly enough to irritate the girl. The lighting combined with the deep bags under her eyes, the smiles the didn't quite reach her eyes...it might just form into questions. And if there was one thing Danielle hated, it was definitely the questions.

She could handle this, she could handle it. If she couldn't handle it, well she'd think about it when it happened. Of course, Dani was denying the simple fact that she wouldn't be able to handle it for much longer, not on her own. And somewhere in her mind, she was even consciously aware of the fact that she was denying it.

So what was a fairly troubled young adult doing at a diner? Waiting impatiently, as it seemed. A sigh that may have seemed loud in a quiet atmosphere was swallowed up easily within the hustle and bustle of the people. She glanced around at the others who sat outside, most of whom had already ordered. Right before she was about to hum obnoxious show tunes, a man, who she quickly judged to be somewhere around 7 years her senior, arrived.

"Hello ma'am, my name is Calvin. What would you like to order?"

Oh shoot. Somehow, despite her great impatience, she never actually so much as looked at the menu. If she were one who was inclined to do so, she would have facepalmed right then and there. She glanced briefly at the menu, though she already decided. She wasn't hungry anyway, right? (Wrong.) She managed a weak smile, though even though all she could see was the faintest of reflections in the quick glance at the glass next to her, she could tell it was fake. Whatever, she could blame it on the time of night, how tired she was.

"Nice to meet you Calvin," she stated politely more out of habit than anything else, "Just a water, please?"

She was met only by silence as the man went off for her request.

"Thanks," she muttered to the empty air, before awkwardly glancing around at the odd assortment of people. 'Is that a cello?' she wondered idly. Perhaps she could go...socialize? After all what was the point of living life alone? As long as they didn't pry, that was, she guessed. Her silent musings were interrupted by the clink of the glass against the table.

"Thanks," she muttered yet again to once again empty air, as the man had gone to some other customer. Didn't that guy have anything better to do than just disappear?

[Tyger]

The character knew there was a certain reason he came here often. It wasn't exactly for the crowds. More for the scene, music, and atmosphere. It was happy and carefree. There was nothing wrong with the patrons partying their night away.

The waitress had come back around to deliver a drink to him. Another reason he came to this diner. Her figure was thin and petite. The medium lengthed, straight, silky black hair shimmered in the lights and flowed with her movements. She had a certain oriental charm, especially with her slightly higher pitched voice.

David knew the waitress somewhat personally. Not a whole lot though. There were times when they talked while the diner was slow or dead. Or when she was on break. He wasn't a regular for no reason, and it wasn't for the food either.

He noticed several characters at the diner tonight though. It was probably going to be slightly busier than the typical. Not many people ate here because of their desire for a quick, heart clogging, instant gratification meal this late at night. However, tonight seemed to be different.

"It's been a while, Mi Kyong," David White said with a smirk.
"It's only been a day, David," she chuckled.
"You need a night off, so we can walk the boardwalk. So we can enjoy the night."
Mi Kyong looked rather flushed at the comment, "Maybe..."
David scoffed, "They overwork you here. You should just come along, with me, we'll explore this town."

David was calm and collected, he had been wanting to offer the girl a date for some time now. He hadn't because of his own work, but that has passed and he finally has some free time.

He watched the waitress's now nervous movements. She was clearly flattered by the offer. As she fiddled with her notebook; a inquisitive expression on her face. The offered for her was tempting, but she was low class and needed work.

[phantom7748]

Garrett swept the street side with his eyes, looking for a place to get away from the din of the party. They rested on a small diner, and he chose to duck inside before someone recognized him. It wasn't that he didn't like the music, or the fact that people were up so late. It was the people themselves, that Garrett didn't much like.

Upon entering, though, Garrett spotted an old friend of his, and decided he would rather sit outside then get dragged into a conversation he didn't want to have. He seated himself at an empty table, cautiously gazing at the other patrons on the patio of the restaurant.

Good. He thought. No one I know out here.

He sighed to himself. Sometimes, it could be a little lonely, Garrett admitted, but it felt it much more taxing to talk to people all the time rather than sit by himself and live a quiet life.

A waiter broke his fantasies by inquiring, "Sir, your order?"

"Oh, yes." In truth, Garrett hadn't decided, getting lost in his thoughts before reading the rest of the menu. "A water, for now."

The waiter gave a silent nod, then retreated back inside. Garrett watched the stray people trying to get into the party, some of them obviously drunk.

A small clink once again interrupted Garrett's thoughts, but this time the waiter said nothing and ran to help other customers.

[Deathmask]

Charolette sipped at her tea quietly. Her eyes scanned the numerous people in the diners patio now. When she had arrived, it had just been her and the gentleman flirting with the waitress. But it seemed others had a similar idea of dining in this establishment. She listened to the conversation between the Waitress and David for a moment, shaking her head softly and stifling a laugh.

Her head perked up as she heard the voice of another man, talking about the music radiating from the club. "It's not all bad." Charolette spoke up, looking toward the man. "My sister runs a club similar to that one, and has done some interesting things with classical music that even had me baffled as to how." She said with a slight grin, "But yes, most of it is, indeed, terrible." She said, glancing toward her cello for a moment before looking around the diner once again, to judge other peoples feelings of the music in question.

She took in the others, trying to silently 'judge' them. There was David, who she'd seen but not known, who seemed to be more interested in the waitress than his own food. Danielle, who looked pale, sickly, and looked like she should be in bed resting. Garrett, who slid in almost unnoticed to her, and sat alone sipping on a water. Then Lucas and Hall. Both of them gave Charolette a slightly uneasy feeling for one reason or another. She took another sip of her tea, and watched the two for a moment.

[Lucas]

Having been around the block a few times Lucas knows when things that don't seem pointed in any specific direction, actually are. Lucas looked back at this Man he had previously locked eyes with. But before he could answer he heard a woman's voice but in.
He listened to what it was that she had to say while also noticing a man who didn't seem like he wanted to be anywhere around people.

Keeping his eye on this seemingly frantic man. He finally responded after the woman had finished. "I find the music suitable for the younger generation. However i also find its best listened to Drunk. Other than that i wouldn't call it garbage. The Generation older than ours would think the same of what we listened too."

Lucas gave a smirk and watched as his order arrived. He took a drink of his coffee and began eating his meal. Lucas pulled out his phone to see if he had any Messages. Saw none and cursed under his breath. Damn it, no Jobs available. Lucas put his phone back shaking his head a bit and continued eating.

Lucas took another drink of his coffee and looked off to the crowd of people on the streets and cars passing by. "Such a Lively Time of night filled with people denouncing their cares and ignoring the stress the world is filled with."

[Creator]

Hall smiled and took another sip of tea. "You're probably right. I shouldn't judge so hastily." He set is cup down and looked in the direction of the music. "Every generation seems to think the one after them is ruining society. I believe they're all right."
"It'll be a few more minutes on the steak."
Hall looked up as his waiter placed a plate of rolls in front of him.
"Can I get you some more tea?"
"Call 9-1-1."
Calvin seemed taken aback. "Is there an emergency?"
Hall pulled the mono-goggle from his bag, strapping it back over his right eye. "There's about to be a murder, and after that, I expect someone will try to kill me. Statistically speaking, it's likely that at least one other person in the area is gifted."

Hall stood and glanced over the rest of the customers. Which one to choose? Who was least likely to be gifted, out of the small number of people dining outside?
He decided on a quiet woman who hadn't said a word yet, not so much as passing a glance at the others. The gifted were more likely to experience a more dominant edge to their personality, the slight arrogance that comes with the feeling of invulnerability. "You'll do."

The woman let out a gasp and dropped her fork. Her hands reached around behind her back as if being twisted, and one of her fingers snapped backward. He put on the best "drunk with power" face he could muster. "The gifted shall reign supreme over humans!"

Without warning, her glass shattered into several dozen pieces. There was a quick series of whizzing sounds and the woman fell, most likely already dead. Hall turned toward the club. "Death to the humans!"

He lunged forward toward the gate, curious to see if anyone would stop him, or perhaps join him.

A simple sociological experiment.

[Tyger]

David White and Mi Kyong were too busy flirting to notice the start of the commotion. However, it didn't take much to break their focus from each other when a distinctive voice started to say things like "death to the humans."

Gifteds. They seemed to be everywhere anymore. They spread like wildfire, and most killed whoever they liked to. The fleeing person, Hall, seemed to be one of those. It was as if the purity of their race was all they cared about. He was also particularly shocked and slightly enraged at the body of the female.

David White hadn't thought twice, but he should have as he pulled a metallic black handgun, and fired two shots in the direction of Hall.

David was immediately stunned by the surge of adrenaline, recoil, and the musty smell of gunpowder. He grabbed Mi Kyong's arm to push her behind him. In case of a hasty retreat to the nearby alleyway.

He could hear the 'klink' of the expended shells hitting the ground. He knew all too well that his weapon was not registered with the state of New York. The adrenaline kept his senses sharp for now, as he kept the gun pointed on the suspect.

[phantom7748]

Garrett took another drink of his water and watched a young man conversing with his waiter. After a second, a confused expression lit up the waiter's face, only drawing Garrett's attention to what was going on even more. Without warning, the man stood and Garrett saw his face properly for the first time.

This man's name was Hall, and though Garrett could not say he'd witnessed him doing anything suspicious before, Hall made Garrett uneasy. Add the fact that a woman Hall had been looking at fell over, presumably dead, and yelled "Death to the Humans!" before running toward the club did not help Garrett's feelings toward the man.

Garrett set down his water calmly and got up, trying not to let his fear bleed though. That might only make him a target to Hall, or other power-mad gifteds in the area. Garrett thought that was why Hall did it - not to get the attention of the Humans, but to gather the other Gifted.

He glanced over at the woman with the cello and felt a twinge of sympathy; that cello was an expensive instrument, and carrying it out safely might be a problem. Not wanting to seem obtrusive though, Garrett left her alone and made his way into the shop, dropping a tip on the counter and left out the front door, eager to find a safe place to watch the events unfold without getting involved.

[Deathmask]

Charolette sat quietly for a moment, drinking the last of her tea as she heard Hall speaking with the waiter. She looked up with a raised eyebrow as she heard the man say something about calling 911. A murder? What was he talking about? Was he... Foreseeing something? She opened her mouth to ask as Hall stood up. She watched the woman, just the next table over, twist and contort before dying.

"What happened? What did you do, What..." She looked over, to see that Hall had just sprinted to the door, talking about Gifteds reigning supreme. She sighed slightly, standing up and swinging the cello over her shoulder and took chase after Hall. "STOP!" She called, but over the roar of the club. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath.

"I SAID STOP" She called again, this time, roaring over the crowd, almost impossibly loud as she rushed to catch up with Hall. She wasn't sure why she was following... For Answer? To stop him? She wasn't sure, but she was following.

[Lucas]

Lucas had continued eating, until that is he heard 9-1-1. Lucas had stopped eating and put his fork down. His other hand was firmly grasped on his gun as his other was making a grab for his Badge. Before Lucas could react this man killed a woman and began running off towards the club yelling death to the humans.

On Instinct Lucas got up ignoring the cries of terror of the surrounding civilians. But did notice other that just seemed to watch. one pointing a very Illegal gun at this man, with the asian waitress behind him obviously trying to protect her. Lucas chased after this man gun pointed and badge out trying to get civilians out of his way. When he heard a voice over the roar of the Club, I SAID STOP it was at that point that the music stopped and everyone in the club gave a confused expression.

It was then that Lucas had an idea. "Stop!" he yelled at the man he had been chasing. getting civilians to move away from him. "i Said Stop!" Lucas couldn't get any clear shots but was hoping that he lapse in loud music would give him an Edge in catching up.

[Creator]

'One in pursuit. No, two. And one...'
He turned, raising his hands out in front of him as David fired. The bullets curved just slightly, just enough to miss him. One of his pursuers had a weapon of his own, along with a badge. Police? Possibly. Special Forces? It didn't seem likely that he would be relaxing at a diner if he was with them. His other pursuer appeared to be unarmed, but her voice had gotten unusually loud. Possibly a gifted. If her ability had something to do with sound, a cello would make sense, though it wouldn't be his first choice for an instrument to carry around.

The rest of the diners seemed to have fled, but they could have still been watching. He needed to draw out any gifted in the area, and to do that, he needed to attract a lot of attention as a bad dude. "You've made a mistake," he said to the few who hadn't fled.

The windows of the diner shattered, with shards of glass hovering in the air. There was a brief pause, and the glass rocketed forward, attempting to perforate anyone who didn't get out of the way as they shot in Hall's general direction.