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"A complaint," Samuel said without being able to help it. "Ack." He answered by transfering the call to his phone so that it didn't look so strange in front of the citizen. If it was a text message, it would appear on the screen of his phone. If a person was waiting to connect to him, it would be like a normal phone call.

"Oh, I'll file a complaint," he assured the man, "but in the mean time..." Well, actually, that depended on the call.

((The blue type near the bottom is showing that inside it is actually pitch black, but it displays what Kurayami is doing, becaus ehe can see perfectly well.))

This is a waste of my time... He briskly turned and walked away, the crowd of others moving out of his path at his sharp glare. With each threatening step toward them, his boots made a heavy sound of metal against concrete, and every joint of his self-crafted, yet seamless armor shifted and grided. He sounded like a walking armory, and this scared many.

Moving into the dark shadows of towering buildings, it seemed though, that all of this noise ceased and he became a walking shadow. Very little of his skin was visable, but it glowed in any form of light.

Moving swiftly through the narrow alleys, Kurayami found his way through the slums to a deserted alley. There were no boxes and no trash cans occupying it. It could almost be called clean, though not spotless. A large steel door stood in front of a tall, windowless wall. The door had no handles and no working hinges, and seemed set into the ground.

As he approached, Kurayami moved his hand as though opening the door, and at two metal plates that seemed to seal the door to the wall, it bent open, revealing a large passageway into the wall. He stepped through, and motioned his hand again, sealing any shread of light outside the door.

A long hallway expanded before him. It was completely empty, and seemed ot narrow and shape as it continued. He moved forward without missing a step, the darkness proposing no obstacle to him. He came to another steel door, one of which had a handle, though. He opened it and stepped through, closing it, too, behind him.

He moved to the center of the room, where a string hung down. Pulling on it, a small light dimly illuminated a room that was no bigger than a small hovel.

There were cabinets in one corner that obviously held food items. In the opposite corner was a low-lying bed with a shabby quilt on it. In the middle of the room there was a table and chairs, obivously self-crafted from metal that had been found around the alley. In another ocrner, a make-shift pump was set up, that was routed into a water line, supplying a constant source of fresh water. In the final corner there was a stove-like area hat had to be started manually with fire. Everything was low-tech, but conviniant and it supplied Kurayami with what he needed.

He moved to the bed and sat down. Moving his hands slightly, his armor opened in the back and he slid the chestplate off. A well-toned white chest and muscular arms were exposed, shining with sweat. He also removed the leggings and boots. It was now apparent that the armor was actually in three parts, but melted into one when one. Now only wearing black boxers, he moved around the hovel to the kitchen area, taking out a synthesized apple and biting into it. Though the taste was lacking slightly, it was of higher quality (he cannot afford it, obviously, but steals whatever he needs) than some of the synthesized food around, and satisfied his hunger. He took another package from a different container, and took a box of matches from on top. He lit the fire and set a pan on the grate above it (both self-made), and got a bowl of water from the pump. He then dumped the water into the pan and added the contents of the package.

Finishing the apple and tossing the core into a trashcan by the door, he layed on the dirt floor and began doing quickly-paced sit-ups as his dehydrated synthesized food cooked on the fire. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehea,d and after roughly 100 sit-ups, he took the pan from the heat and dumped another bowl of water on the fire. Steam sizzled upward. He poured the contents of the pan, something along the lines of a soup, into a bowl and set it with a spoon on the table. He took a metal cup from one of the food contained and pumped some water into it, finally sitting down to eat.

((I got a little carried away... sweatdrop ))

((I hope you don't mind me taking a couple hops with these NPC's, Ghost. It's nothing big. Just PM me if their like immune to Mock's powers or whateer. Mwahaha.))

"You know, actually, I'm a real bore," she said nervously, trying to subtly slip past one of them. Mock knew what was coming, and she didn't want to wait until the last minute.

She concentrated on everything around her, excluding, obviously, herself. She felt the small-minded consciousness' of the suited muscle bags. "Don't you think I'm boring?" she asked, pressing the thought into their minds. It was a small trick, and if she was slight, she didn't think anyone could detect her. It was for self-defense after all.

But, on the other hand, liberties were her specialty.

"And besides," she continued, feeling their resolves weaken about wanting to take her, "wouldn't you rather have fun with each other?" This she forced on them with a higher magnitude than the last one, forgetting her qualms about being gentle. She practically heard them forget about her and turn their small attentions upon one another. "Oh yes," she said, watching them look hungrily back and forth amongst themselves. "Yes, you'll have lots of fun. Go on, get out of here. Ya morons," she grumbled under her breath.

((Ghost, is your character this Tong Qing Yuan guy? It doesn't say in the char. profiles. I just want to be sure.))

A few days after the little stunt in the deca-mall, Mock was feeling cocky. She'd hidden out in the tunnels under the city after using her powers to such a degree. She feared being caught, and so was more careful than usual.

But after a day, with no apparent repurcussions to speak of, she started fooling around.

She'd been stealing genuine organic food from pricey shops, mentally convincing the managers she'd never been there.

She was staying in nobles' houses, jumping on their cushy furniture, playing their Compo games and swimming in their indoor pools. They didn't even remember she'd danced about on their dinner table at a fancy-a** banquet!

She'd stopped a thuggish guy from beating on his little girlfriend, and took a step further as to turn the girl's self-confidence up a notch or two.

And since nothing was happening to her because of those things, she was becoming a little too confident, strutting around the East side and doing as she pleased.

After all, she figured, what was the worst that could happen?

((Edit: I added a little something since Ghost hasn't posted yet. Heh.))

Jay sighed as she opened her eyes. Staring up at the cieling from her sprawled out position on her couch she decided that she couldn't make it to bed and this would be just as good as a place to sleep as any. Unlike most celestials who hid out in foriegn places to avoid being caught Jay had a very nice apartment in a middle class area. She was positioned on a couch that sat against the far wall opposite the small kitchen that was seperated from the sitting room by a row of cabinets and tile flooring. At her feet was the corner of the wall that opened up into a hallway with two bedrooms, a closet, and a bathroom.

The place she lived wasn't a consequence of her own hardwork, it was a lot of her father's idea. He payed for the first month's rent and ever since then Jay kept it up and for christmas or birthday gifts her father would stop by and pay the rent for a month or two. But lately she wouldn't let him pay. He would stay longer on the holidays and spend most his time questioning the people and friends she associated with. Often he would put most his efforts explaining how he was a registered celestial and there was no harm done to him and that she should do the same. As Jay sat staring at the ceiling she could invision him going through a lengthy speech on the subject and as if he were actually there she replied to the empty room, "Like hell I will...."

Kurayami took another drink from his cup. His narrow eyes followed the orbs, and he soon returned them to the man before him. "You think we are the same?" He finished the water in the cup. He had no interst in this man, and would kill ihm off if the opportunity and need so presented itself to him. "You are the man the police were chasing before." He easily took control of the moving orbs of shadow and threw them at the man. "You are of no interest to me." His eyes narrowed and his lips tightened. He was not amused by this interruption. "If we really are the same, you would have no toruble entering my house without knocking, which I know you would have no fear of doing, scum." He added the last word after a momentary pause. It was nearly spat out with a feeling of disgust. "Do you come to me for protection? Company?" He sneered, and without even waiting for a response, added, "Because you really do not know who you have come to."

((Ghost, I'll change this post if we come up with something in the PMs and I need to. But I just don't want to hold you guys up or whatnot.))

Mock had been aware of peoples' minds around her since she was small, and she'd learned very well to control the voices and push them to the back of her mind, where they couldn't trouble her daily thoughts, couldn't distract her from what she needed to do to survive in the ratholes of Andel.

But she was always acutely aware of them, even if they weren't at the front of her mind.

And recently, just after she'd become more bold with her powers, she'd felt the company of someone strange in her mind. They weren't probing it, they didn't have that power. But she'd heard them thinking about her, listing the things she'd done in their head. She wouldn't have taken notice of the person if they weren't whispering her deeds and features in their mind over and over again.

But they'll never catch me, she thought. You can't catch me if you can't keep your mind on me.

So she'd begun, every night before she curled up in whatever loathsome or plush location she'd picked, to concentrate on breaking their focus, making them forget about her momentarily. Throwing a wrench in their train of thought, so to speak.

And she was toning down the things she was doing, she still stole food, and the only difference from the rest of her life was that she was now stealing it from more prominent business'. She had stopped going into nobles' homes, and instead just used her telekinetic power to covertly steal the keys to vacant apartments.

That should throw them off, she thought.