OOC: Set 24 hours after this

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He normally wouldn't have been out in the middle of the night. 

It wasn't totally safe for starters not to mention he needed sleep for work. You couldn't concentrate on doing your job if you were tired after all. Of course all of that had gotten thrown out the window. He had gone into work this morning thinking everything was going to be all right. That what had happened yesterday was just going to blow over. News people over dramatized things all the time right? Of course. But it didn't work out like that at all. He had been rudely surprised when his boss had taken him to the side and told him and Levi would have been able to quote the man, 

"In light of the recent events that have taken place -- I feel as if it would be bad press to keep you on Levi. You've been a good worker, but I cannot have my shop being targeted. I'm going to have to let you go." 

He had been fired. It hurt. Hurt more then he had let on. He had simply nodded in sad understanding and turned in his work gear and left, but it stung. He had been working at this place since he had moved to New York. It had been years! And now just because of his mutation he had been fired. His boss said it wasn't because of that. He had said that it was because he didn't want the shop being targeted by anti mutant groups. Levi didn't buy it for a second. 

The other just didn't want him around now that he knew of his mutation. That was all there was to it in his mind. But he didn't protest. He probably should have, but he didn't. Why? Maybe because he was chicken. He didn't want to get into a row about it. He didn't want the confrontations. He was trying to be ... normal. He may have looked normal, but he really wasn't. And yet he was trying to forget about it and move on like he never had the abilities to start with. 

That wasn't how it worked though. As much as he tried to just live normally -- there was the non normal aspect of himself. And there was no getting around it. The young man sighed as he flopped down onto a bench near a group of trees at a nearby park. It seemed to be the best and most safe place to be right now. And the peace and quiet was even more welcoming.

Not that it was going to last probably. Best to enjoy it while it lasted.

The gargoyle, on the contrary, was often out in the wee hours of the night-- though a brush with death had made her far more cautious than she'd used to be, even that could not keep her from the cool embrace of the night air. Late-night flights made morning classes a challenge, though-- she often found herself rushing out the door (or window) at the last possible moment, grabbing what she could before hurrying to class. When she could help it, Gina took night classes, but universities weren't always so cooperative in their scheduling. God knew what she'd do if social work ever actually fell through.

Gina flew an easy, casual speed through the air, looping and dipping and soaking in the sights. It was funny, being as social as she was-- people often forgot to make plans with you. Could you imagine? They must've assumed she was always busy with all of her various social groups. So, if Gina wasn't very overt about her lack of something to do, she was often (regrettably) left to her own devices. Of course, that meant more night-flights, but just once in a while she really, truly wanted to do normal college-kids stuff. And not the introverted "watch Netflix for hours at a time" part of the college experience.

Gina flew lazy circles towards a park she often ventured. A night walk might be fun-- there was something so mystical about wandering through places that were usually crowded. Of course, the shouts of disgruntled homeless people were usually enough to break that fantastical ambiance, but Gina would tread lightly, tonight. Tonight she'd maintain that fantastical illusion of abandonment.

The gargoyle landed in the grass, amidst a grove of trees, fluttering her wings to shake the condensation off of them. There was the cutest little koi pond, deeper in, and regardless of the hour, those silly things always seemed up to being fed. She'd go pay the koi a visit, and then see where she went from there.

Gina walked softly out of the trees and towards the nearby footpath. Though her steps were careful, they were still audible, even more so when she reached the sidewalk-- her talons clicked with each step she took. Tic-tac-tic-tac... her night-vision enabled her to see the silhouetted form of a person laying on a bench. She assumed they were homeless and asleep. She clicked quietly onward, her tail twitching faintly as she went.