Carrick tried not to smirk when he heard the humans call him a ‘gene freak’ they were just jealous of his wings. Something Carrick was used to, as his brother had told him once told him, ‘haters gonna hate’ not the best words his brother had ever told him but they were defiantly one of the most memorable words he had ever heard him say. Ignoring the protesters that were quickly gathering around them Carrick shook Clyde again even though the younger mutant was starting to get upset with him. ”Return what ya stole and this will all be over!” Carrick said turning his body so he was now on the other side of Clyde from the guy he stole from.

”What? Because I’m a mutant I stole it?” Carrick asked pretending to be shocked as he let go of the boy and then covered his mouth. ”Me Da’ was right this country is full of ignorant bigots!” Carrick said continuing on with the act as he kept his distance close to Clyde who was obviously upset now. In the background he noticed a few more people gather to watch the spectacle as a few ‘obvious’ mutants gathered into the group giving the other ‘anti-mutant’ protesters the stink eye.

“Let that kid go freak!” one of the human protesters yelled as Carrick turned and gave him an obscene hand gesture. ”Mind ya’ business ya grounder!” Carrick said turning his attention back to Clyde. Carrick winked once, it was quick but hopefully noticeable for Clyde to pick up on it. The guy Carrick lifted from suddenly looked very uncomfortable with all protesters and mutants around them. It wasn’t a huge group but it was quickly attracting attention. Something Carrick was aiming for he found his way out of this whole mess with all the money still in his pocket.

Carrick leaned in and pushed Clyde hopefully igniting this powder keg.

(OOC: Hope this is all right. Please let me know if I need to change something. )

Clyde felt Griff shake him a second time, blaming him for the theft yet again. “That's all on you,” he stated. Sheesh, who taught him to act like that? Clyde was sick of that behavior. It was just bringing more unwanted attention to the issue.

Little by little, more spectators gathered. Some of them were undoubtedly mutants; their appearance was proof of it. And, they did not look happy with their anti-mutant counterparts, and vice versa. Things were going downhill fast. To Clyde, it appeared the robbery victim was getting nervous enough to hightail the situation. It was really overwhelming. In the confusion, Clyde could've sworn Griff had winked at him, though he wasn't expecting what came next...

Griff pushed him. To the sidewalk. Clyde topped backwards, landing on his backside. Albeit, he didn't hit the ground hard, but such an action made his blood boil.

“What do you think you ah you trying to do?!” Clyde shouted at Griff, picking himself up off the ground. At the same time, the two opposing groups closed in on each other fast.

“One if you creeps just pushed that little kid!” yelled a man holding a protest sign.

A porcupine man quickly stepped forward to confront him. “Hey, it looked like you were accusing that poor winged boy of stealing!”

More voiced piped up as the spat between the sides continued. Mutants and humans alike shouted at each other, furious. The humans claimed that mutants were threatening people; the mutants claimed the protesters were crazy nutjobs. There were no blows yet, but there nothing to stop them.

Clyde and Griff were practically in the crossfire. He glared at the winged mutant. He'd stolen, he'd denied stealing, and he'd tried to accuse him. Those seemed nothing compared to starting a fight. Someone could get hurt! “Look at what you did, you moron!” the age shifter exclaimed.

Clearly the kid didn’t know a wink when he saw it. Things continued to progress as verbal insults were now being yelled from someone other than Carrick. ”I’m tired of being pushed around!” Carrick said yelling at Clyde pretending he was really getting into it. At this point the guy he lifted from was about to bail, maybe a little more acting would pull it off.

Carrick waited till Clyde was back on his feet before Carrick started back on him getting in his face now and waving his hands in the air. ”Trying to mind my own business is all! Then you had to open yer mouth and insult me ya grounder!” Carrick yelled again adding a bit of truth behind it. Once the two groups started to get into each others faces as well Carrick smirked to Clyde, ”I know, didn’t think it pick off this quickly.” he said hiding a smirk only to put on his straight angry face again.

”You know what I say?” Carrick yelled at Clyde putting his hand on his collar again. Then he saw it the first strike one of the humans swung on one of the mutants and things erupted quickly. Both sides of the mob started to throw fists and powers at each other. Carrick with his hand still on Clyde’s collar opened his wings and flapped once lifting them out of the chaos, ”I say we get out of ‘ere now!” Carrick started to laugh as police quickly started to arrive in the distance closing in to the location where the small riot started.

”That escaladed quickly, couldn’t have done it with out ya!” Carrick said as he tossed Clyde up slightly and let go of him to readjust his hold on him so he could fly better and make sure he didn’t drop him. ”Look at that… bunch of eejits.” Carrick said shaking his head as he circled over the riot a few times before flying off in the direction of the mansion where he lived.

“Yo ah the one who just pushed me...” Clyde trailed off. By that time, he had figured out that this was some sort of ruse. Essentially, Griff had used him to help start the altercation. All of this, just so he could escape with a stolen wallet?

The fight was rapidly progressing. He could already see punches and powers flying. The only good thing was that the police were heading over there. He hoped that they'd be able to quell the fight before it got too serious.

Silently, Clyde shot Griff a look of contempt as he laughed. He couldn't understand why Griff was acting like that – he didn't find the situation remotely funny. He was about to say something when, “Ack!” He felt himself get yanked right off the ground as Griff took flight with him.

It was times like those that made Clyde want to be normal more than ever. He hated it when people did stuff like that to him! Getting picked up, especially by the collar, was downright uncomfortable!

Looking down, Clyde could see they were already far off the ground. If he tried to squirm out of Griff's hold, he'd fall and potentially kill himself. His heart skipped a beat as Griff readjusted his hold on him. He wasn't afraid of heights, but being at the mercy of this reckless thief was nerve-racking.

He glanced up at him as well as anyone could in that awkward position he was in. “Idiot! Using me as a pawn is not cool! Now put me down!” he demanded. There was no way he was going to relax until his feet were back on the ground.

”It’s funny!” Carrick said trailing off as he sailed over the streets flapping with ease due to the light weight of the small kid, ”Someone always yells some variation of that when ever I save there’ arse!” Carrick lifted his arms bringing Clyde higher into the air till he let him go and quickly caught him, mainly to scare him a bit, ”Might want to be careful, might get your wish.” Carrick laughed as he flew higher into the air the cars below looking smaller and smaller as the wind and cities soundtrack below drowned the sound of rioters out.

”Not pawn, accomplice.” Carrick corrected him as he flew over a rather short building. ”Told ya, couldn’t have done it with out ya, though now that I think about it, it was yer’ fault I was there still in the first place.” Carrick said debating on mentioning that he should drop the little guy for keeping him there. Not that he would, a thief Carrick was but a killer he was not. Not like shade. No he didn’t want to be like that.

”Now where ya going, I’ll drop ya off make sure your there nice and safe, you did help me’ out with my distraction.” Carrick said pointing out once again that Clyde helped him get away with pick pocketing something he figured by now infuriated the do-gooder.

Clyde's protests were futile, as Griff continued to climb higher and higher with him. He swallowed a bit as he looked down. Everything below looked so tiny. It was freaking scary.

It couldn't be worse, it couldn't be worse- He felt Griff's arms release him. It could. He cried out as he began to fall. He was going to die! He was expecting the worst, but something broke the fall, almost making him gag. Griff... that stupid, careless, moronic, senseless, insane – heck with it, he was crazy all the way! Once he caught his breath, he yelled at him, “THAT WAS NOT FUNNY! I COULD HAVE FALLEN AND DIED, AND YOU'D BE RESPONSIBLE!”

He breathed heavily a few times and calmed down, just a little. “I wasn't yo accomplice,” he said through clinched teeth. Had he not made it clear that he disagreed with what Griff did? How dare he even suggest such a thing! Clyde fumed, “Why don't you fly back down to wheah you took off? I didn't ask for you to fly with me, and I DO NOT like this. I'm perfectly capable of walking home on my own!”

Why'd people always feel the need to take charge over him? Ugh, it was because of his dumb, useless mutation. If he'd been born with an ability that was actually useful, Griff would so regret it.

Carrick tried not to laugh as Clyde was freaking out about the falling. It would be scary for Carrick too if he didn’t have wings. Fortunately for Carrick and Clyde both he did meaning no sudden drops for the both of them only for Clyde if Carrick felt like scaring the **** out of him again. ”I’m sure the world would mourn.” Carrick rolled his eyes at Clyde’s ‘you’d be responsible’ comment. Seriously over dramatic much it was just a small drop it wasn’t like he’d drop him and let him fall more than ten feet…. Carrick debated this in his mind and decided against it, Clyde might try kicking and screaming making it difficult to grab on to the kid before he became a stain on the pavement. Carrick wasn’t like Shade so the kid was safe.

”I get it, I get it!” Carrick rolled his eyes again when Clyde continued to protest he didn’t help Carrick at all. ”Just saying you got me into trouble then back out of it. You were an unintentional accomplice.” Carrick added knowing it would bug the kid even more before he started to laugh. ”You really want me to set you back down in the middle of the fight we just started? Buncha mutant haters and the like? Real smart plan kid.” and people called him stupid. Carrick’s tail swayed behind him as he turned his body into a shallow dive towards a close building.

The roof closed in on them quickly and Carrick snapped open his wings giving a quick jerk sensation, Carrick wondered if Clyde got motion sickness. ”Fine walk home then kid,” Carrick said as he slowed his decent and slowly let go of Clyde into a small foot drop before flapping his wings and rising another two before looking down on Clyde. ”Fine walk home,” Carrick removed some money from his pocket two larger bills and some smaller once.

”For the bus and all your help.” Carrick smirked at Clyde again knowing it would only infuriate him. ”Have a good one ya lil Eejit.” Flapping again a few times Carrick passed over the roof access door glad the kid had a way down from the tall building he just placed him on. ”Enjoy yer’ day!” Carrick yelled before flying back in the direction of the mansion glad to have the kid out of his wind blown hair.

Clyde's eyes flicked angrily at Griff. I'm sure the world would celebrate if it was you, he thought. Though Clyde wasn't really wishing death to the guy, he was grating on him quite a bit. Griff really needed to stop associating him with himself. Unfortunately, Griff didn't take him back to his original location.

“Yo just scared that someone would tell the police what you did,” Clyde mumbled. The idiot flying around with him might have been scared to go back there, but Clyde wasn't worried about it. He knew he had nothing to do with it.

They instead landed on the roof of some tall building. Finally! It was good to be back on solid ground (or rather, roof). He didn't reach out to accept the money, so it just fell to the ground. “Idiot, I don't want a damn share!” he growled as the other mutant flew off.

How much more obvious could it have been? Ugh, Griff was officially messing with his head. It was so annoying, and he didn't appreciate being called an idiot, seeing as Griff was the real one. As an ill-tempered gesture, he picked up the stolen cash and chucked it in Griff's direction. “And I'm not associated with you!”

Of course, the wind scattered it. The bills fluttered back down to the roof. Clyde didn't bother picking them up. The cash wasn't his, and, therefore, he had no right to it. He'd said things along those lines to Griff; that was how the whole incident started. Clyde wasn't going to fall into Griff's trap and keep the ill-gotten gains for himself. Unsure of what the best course of action was, he decided to just just leave it up there for some lucky person.

Still a bit in a huff, the age shifter walked towards the roof access. He grabbed the handle, attempting to pull the door open.

Jiggle jiggle jiggle.

“Son of a... GRIFF!” The idiot left him on the top of the building with the damn locked roof access! That meant... that meant he'd have to walk down forty-some floors with the fire escape! That dumb thief must've known that, and left him there on purpose! There wasn't any evidence, but that had to be true.  Anyways, Griff was certainly a person Clyde never wanted to meet again.