((OoC: Open to anyone who might be in Central Park. I'm looking to get to know people on the site, though I'd prefer to not have Lee dragged off to the camps just yet...))

Lee had needed to get out of the shop. She was glad that she was able to spend most of her time with Tarin, working in the shop with him. Despite some of the things that have happened there, the reality was that she felt safer being able to be there with him than she figured she would working anywhere else at that point in time. But the fact of the matter was, even now, Lee found it hard to be inside all day; her body missed the constant walking she had done for almost 8 years.

It was a cold day, though, so that meant Lee was stuck wearing a pair of black pants, her black leather jacket, into which a grey scarf was tucked, and a dark grey toque on her head as she made her way towards Central Park. Not exactly her favourite ensemble, but at least it kept her warm.

The good thing with Tarin owning a Medium's shop was that they could use that as an excuse for any weirdness that might possibly happen. Plus, there were lots of perfectly normal humans who pretended to be mediums, who had no more power to actually talk with spirits than Lee did, who were simply in the business as a scam. It was probably about the safest way to hide that they had.

That did not stop Lee's worry, though. In fact, even she realized that she was worrying more now than she had in the early days of her relationship with Tarin, and that was when he was almost constantly telling her she didn't need to worry about this or that.

Heaving a sigh, Lee stopped as she came to a vendor in the park who sold coffee and waited at the end of the line. She didn't drink much coffee any more, she didn't really need to what with Tarin always being there in the mornings, but it was familiar, comforting to Lee. Maybe it would help ease some of her worries, at least for a few moments.

Iris stood at the edge of the park. She had very few pleasant memories of this place, but she figured she needed to force herself to go anyway. There were so many bad things happening lately, and she couldn't completely ignore life, so....

She sighed and headed down one of the paths. For awhile she simply wandered around, people watching. She passed a couple on a bench cuddling, several die-hard joggers, various police men, who she avoided as much as possible. One person she passed had a very colorful hairdo, which made her long for her normal blonde hair. She was getting tired of black; she felt so gloomy in dark colors. Maybe it was safe to switch back....

She yawned. She couldn't seem to replenish her energy lately; too much to worry about. Maybe it was time for a caffeine break. She saw a line for a coffee vendor, and took her place behind a chilly-looking woman. She offered a smile, but didn't say anything. She wasn't having much luck lately with meeting strangers.

After standing in the gas station parking lot in disbelief, Script realized his car wasn't coming back. He walked back into the convenience store where a few moments ago he was face to face with a stalker bot. Script bought a map of NYC and began to walk his anger and frustration out.

About ten minuets later he winded up only a few blocks from his hotel, in a place called Central Park. This was his first trip to the Big Apple, so he wanted to take in the sites. The air was chilled and the wind a little heavy, so he buttoned his pea coat, popped his collar and tucked his hands into his warm pockets. If Script knew he was going to be doing all this walking he sure as hell wouldn't have worn his dress shoes.

As he wondered the park, he began to reflect on his crazy day. Script learned a little about some Mutant Registration act and almost became a victim, his car was stolen in a poor man's attempt to flee the police, and to top it all off his bag was in the car, containing his lap top and the final draft of the screenplay he has been writing for the past year and a half. Which was supposed to be delivered twenty five minuets ago.
This was not turning out to be a good trip to New York, but the stroll through the park would relax Script, and he he would take what ever he could at the moment to calm his anxiety.

He noticed a vendor off in the distance and made his was toward it. Stopping at a smaller vendor on the way, just to grab a news paper, the headline was an article updating the public on the recent Mutant Registration. He sees a line forming at his destination. Smells like coffee, and smelled oh so good.

Lee was getting a little annoyed. The line for coffee was taking forever. Well, maybe not forever, but at least much longer than she was thinking it should take. Really? How difficult was it? All you did was order, they poured the coffee, you handed over your money, and then you moved out of the way.

It really didn't help matters that she was also nervous and antsy, so the fact that she was having to wait this long to simply get a cup of coffee, which was supposed to help her relax, didn't help.

Finally, the line inched forward a bit as another couple people got their coffees and actually moved out of the way. But Lee's worry cranked up another notch as she saw the shadow of someone much taller step behind her in line. Glancing behind her, Lee saw a dark haired woman giving her a slight smile. Stepping forward as the line moved again, Lee gave this woman a smile in return just as a man, also much taller than she was moved to the end of the line.

Relax, Lee. she mentally scolded herself as she felt another flash of fear at seeing how well dressed the man was. It's just coffee. Lots of people drink coffee, there's no reason to worry. Just try to act natural and not worried.

"Bit of a cold spell, eh?" Lee asked. Weather was a safe subject, right? "At least we haven't gotten much snow at the moment." Just then, the person in front of Lee got their coffee and stepped out of the way, so Lee finished her slow journey toward ordering. "Large black, please," she asked, digging the money out of her purse so she could hand it over.

"Bit of a cold spell, eh? At least we haven't gotten much snow at the moment."

Iris simply shrugged. "Snow's not so bad. I'm not so sure about these freezing rains though."

The line moved forward finally. "Large black, please."

As the cup was passed to the woman, Iris inhaled deeply. "Oooh.... that smells heavenly...." She smiled again down at the fellow coffee lover. "Nothing like pure black. I'll take the same," she added to the vendor.

Script flipped his paper open as soon as he got to the line, his eyes glancing up every now and then to the people in front of him. He was skimming an article about the Mutant Registration process, but at the same time trying to look like he didn't care. The wind started picking up a bit making it almost impossible to have his news paper open outside.

He hears a woman's voice in line a head of him speak something about the weather. David pays no mind and folds up his paper, placing it under his left arm. He adjusts his collar to keep his neck warm and places his hands back into his pockets. Script takes another step forward in line, he would be next.

As the young woman in front of Script grabs her coffee, he hears her mention freezing rain. The thought of bad weather irked Script, knowing he was gonna be stuck in New York longer than he wanted. The young woman grabbed her coffee and moved aside. Script looks at the vendor, "I'll take a large French vanilla, extra light, extra sweet."

While the vendor turns around to prepare his beverage Script leans toward the two females, politely he jokes with them "Too bad we don't know anyone who can control the weather." He chuckled a bit. David then payed the man for his coffee and stepped aside now in the same vicinity of the the two women. He sipped his coffee and gripped his Styrofoam cup, to keep warm his hands.

"So"...he glances at them both with a smile, "I'm David, or Dave..whatever"

OCC: Hey um this is kinda after a nother post not gonna change nothing just trying to make somethings happen.

Jason came walking around the corner with his head down and his hoody over his head. It was a slight chill out side but this was the least of his problems. He didn’t know if Cyra and V got there guards yet, but he slaughter his victim and his whole family. Making through the day and getting back to hotel was now all that was set on his mind. Jason stopped and looked around now cops were flowing him now, he ditched the SUV and was now on foot. Jason looked up and quickly scanned the area. In the distance he saw a few cops then a cop cruiser came driving by. Great this was all he needed now.

“Get the hell out my way” he said as he shoved is way through the busy streets of New York. Jason was making his way to central park he was sure if anybody was searching for him they would be sure to lose him amongst all the people in the crowded park. “What the hell? No it couldn’t be her.” he said looking in to the crowd. Jason looked down at to check is watch but noticed something other then the time. His right hand was still covered in blood. He was in such a rush to get out of the house that he didn’t fully clean his self up. And now was the worst time to notice. Jason quickly walked over to the vender and put him self in the front of the line. Before the man that was next in line could say something Jason turned and gave him a fearful look and shut the man up before anymore of a scene was created. Jason turned back around quickly made and order and turned away with his coffee and a hand full of napkins hoping that nobody could see any blood dripping from his glove. Wow today was going to be a long day.

As the woman behind her started speaking, some of Lee's worry did diminish slightly. She didn't think that someone searching out mutants would appear so open and friendly. At least she hoped so. The man behind the woman was a different story altogether, what with how he was standing there reading the paper in line despite the wind; it sent a near panic through Lee, even though she knew it was at least a bit irrational even as she felt it.

"It's only worth drinking if it's black," Lee agreed, giving the woman a small smile. The truth was, Lee's decision years earlier to only drink black coffee hadn't been because of taste. Rather, she had been drinking so much of it, that she had been concerned about the amount of extra sugar she'd be ingesting if she even had a single sugar in each coffee. Plus, it had simply been too expensive to get sugar and cream for her coffees at home.

By this time, the man behind them had not only folded up his paper and ordered his drink, but had also stepped toward Lee and the as yet unnamed woman.

At first, all Lee could do was simply stare at the man. What was he thinking, asking a question like that now, out in public? "Go talk to one of the weathermen," Lee suggested after a couple moments. "Maybe you can convince one of them to lie about the forecast. Best I can suggest."

Giving both these people another look as she sipped her coffee, Lee wondered whether to actually share anything like this David guy had. Though, she realized, simply giving her first name wasn't too much, didn't reveal much of anything about her. "Lee," she said simply in introduction as she lowered her cup from her lips.

Then her eyes moved back to the vendor's booth, seeing a man pushing his way to the front of the line to get his coffee before stalking away with a handful of napkins. "Guess someone's in a hurry there."

"Too bad we don't know anyone who can control the weather."

Iris nearly dropped her coffee. She looked at the man in surprise, then at the others nearby. No one seemed to notice behind him, but the other girl seemed as surprised as Iris.

"Go talk to one of the weathermen. Maybe you can convince one of them to lie about the forecast. Best I can suggest."

Iris took a sip of the hot liquid, debating how to react. In the end she simply said nothing.

"So, I'm David, or Dave..whatever." Okay, he was smiling. Maybe he was just teasing. Sure, he had to be teasing....

"Lee."

Great.... which name to use? "Katie," she finally decided to say. As long as her hair was dyed black, it would be best to stay in her undercover role. At least name-wise. She was through with playing the mutant-hater. "Nice to meet you," she added politely.

A small commotion began as a man pushed his way to the front of the line. "Guess someone's in a hurry there," Lee remarked. Iris was closer, and got a brief glance at the man's face. Her eyes widened a bit.

"Jason?"

The instant the name was out of her mouth, she regretted it. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself and someone she knew was a mutant. She gulped, and became very interested in her coffee.

Script smiled and made eye contact as Lee and Katie introduced them selves. "Nice to meet you too", Script replied to Katie, but looking at each of them, implying it to both. He took another sip from his hot coffee for it was the highlight of his cold miserable day.

"Guess someone's in a hurry there"
David turned his head to look in the direction Lee was facing.

Approaching the line was an aggressive man cutting people with out care, he grabbed some napkins, not really sure why. This man seemed in a hurry, but still had time to order a coffee. He seemed thuggish and intimidating, a real New Yorker. Script enjoyed the moment, as a writer he looks for little moments of inspiration like that.

"Jason?",
Then he turned his back toward Katie.

His eyebrow raised a bit, and in a sarcastic tone he replies..."ex-boyfriend?" He sips his coffee after seeing she wasn't thrilled to see this man called Jason, her body language implicated she didn't want to be seen by him.

Lee was sipping her coffee, trying to ignore and forget the comment David had made about people being able to effect the weather as they went around introducing themselves. It was a weird feeling though, Lee couldn't help but think. Actually standing there, talking, making small talk, and actually introducing herself to others.

She had spent so many years keeping to herself, avoiding people because of how they tended to react when they found out what her powers did, that it sort of felt weird now. Even with Tarin, Lee had only spoken to him because he had apologized as she had been about to deck him for trying to look up her skirt. But if she was going to try and make any sort of real, permanent life here in New York, which would be happening if Lee had any real say in the matter, it would probably be a good idea to actually talk to more than just Tarin and customers.

As she commented about the man pushing his way through the line, Katie seemed to recognize him. And not want him to recognize her. "Want to move?" Lee asked Katie softly, thinking she might want to get further away from the man she apparently recognized.

Jason turned his back to the crowd trying to keep as many people as he could from seeing him whip the blood from his hand. Today had to be one of the most exciting days of his life. But the family that he just left in a bloody mess gave him some sort of joy. Finally someone that cried about what they thought a mutant was capable of finally got to see first hand the true strength of one, not to mention the side of someone that was beginning to find pure joy in murder.

The girl in the crowd was something that Jason couldn’t shake right now. It was as if he had seen a ghost. The last time he had seen Iris was back at the mansion when he had to wipe the floor up with tornado boy. But after he left the mansion later that night he hadn’t seen anyone. Jason keep scanning the crowd then locked eyes on Iris. It was way to nosiey in the park for him to hear her voice but he was sure that was here. And then when he watched her move her lips he new she had said her name. Jason walked through the crowd not as aggressively as before but made haste her way. He stopped only feet from her. She still had it. She was still beautiful and the black hair was a pretty nice change. But the look on her face wasn’t the look he had on her face. It was nice to see someone that he new… “Iris is that really you?” He asked.

"Ex-boyfriend?"

Iris glanced at David. "No," she replied truthfully.

"Want to move?" Lee seemed concerned now too. Iris shook her head and smiled.

"No, I'm fine. He just looked like a guy I knew." If nothing else, the past months had been a crash course in acting. She still couldn't act very well, but at least she wasn't totally awkward anymore.

Lessons it seemed she was going to need as Jason decided he recognized her too. “Iris is that really you?”

Since there was no point in denying she thought she recognized him, she simply smiled and shook her head. "Sorry, no. Didn't mean to bother you. You just looked familiar to me too, is all."

She hoped it would be enough to at least convince Lee and David. If she remembered correctly, convincing Jason he was wrong would be more difficult. At least she'd stuck with her gut about identifying herself as Katie. That would help with the others.

Script was confused, he wasn't really sure how to react to Katie and Jason's misunderstanding. Although Script had a feeling that their was something more their, he didn't want to make things more awkward by saying something else.

The air was still cold, but it seemed like it was even thicker now. Script's coffee was near finished, and his hands were getting cold.

David wasn't sure what he was doing still standing their, but he didn't know anyone in New York, so making friends was good for him.

By now his meeting with the production company was over, and Script didn't really care.

He at Katie as he spoke to Jason.

"Sorry, no. Didn't mean to bother you. You just looked familiar to me too, is all."

He then shifted his eyes at Lee and shrugged his shoulders.

Something was wrong he just couldn’t figure out what in the hell it was. Jason quickly looked around the park looking for anything that could make him understand why she was acting the way she was. Not a thing stood out. Then Jason looked at the two people she was standing and figured maybe it was them she was hiding from but why? “Is it these two? Did they do something anything to you.” Jason was starting to get upset finally someone that he new someone from the happier days and now she was acting as if they never met.

Jason turned around with his back to the group and started to walk away. Then he got a strange thought in his head. He turned back to the group and quickly made his way back to them. “Tell me its not true.” He started to repeat. “Tell me your not a ashamed of who you are?” He said with his voice raised drawing attention to him self. His hand was bald in a fist not to hit anybody just out of pure anger. Lately the anger in Jason was starting to get the best of him and this was beginning to be another one of those moments. Jason began to walk backwards away from the group. “Why do you hide? They hide from you! FROM US!”