Ty was at a point where he didn't care anymore. Sometimes he'd sulk, but sometimes, like today, he found crazy ways to entertain himself. Today, he was sitting on the floor, leaning against his bed. In his green-gloved hands was a tennis ball, which he would throw against the bare wall ahead of him, it would bounce back, he'd catch it, and he'd throw it again.

It'd been a little while since Valentine's day, and the day he'd dumped Tses. But his mind was focusing on what he left with every throw. Their meeting, their first real kiss, and every sweet moment they had...but those moments were soon outnumbered by the bad ones, and this lead to him throwing the ball harder against the thankfully thick wall.

The first time he tried to kiss her. *Thwack.* Every time she yelled at him for being sweet. *Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!* She was so hard to get along with. *Thwack!* Every argument they ever had about intamacy. *THWACK!* The tennis ball came flying back, past his hand, knocking over a vase with a crash. Cursing under his breath, he got up and began to sweep up the mess, not really caring if he disturbed anyone.

*Thwack* Kenzi jumped in her bed and glared at the wall for a moment. What was that? She settled back on her bed and closed her eyes again. *Thwack, Thwack, Thwack*Kenzi jumped again and sat up, swinging her bare feet over the edge of her bed, glaring at the wall once again. *Thwack* Seriously? What the hell was that noise? *THWACK, CHRASH, SMASH!*

Kenzi growled and stood up with her hands balled in fists. She was NOT happy. She looked at the floor where she had left her black skinny jeans and picked them up. She slid a foot into each leg and pulled them up over her panties, buttoning them up and pulling her dark purple tank top over the waist of her jeans. She was going next door to tell whoever it was making all that noise to knock it off before she whipped them, literally.

Kenzi stormed to her door, opened it up and stomped her way to the room next to her. She banged on the door a few times. “Hey you in there, you wanna stop banging on my wall? I’m trying to sleep you jerk!”

Ty glared at the door, picking up the tennis ball and rearing his arm back yet again. *Thwack!* Catching the ball, he dropped it then made his way to the door, opening it slowly. The voice didn't sound like the one he'd heard the night he was drinking. In fact he'd never heard it before. Opening the door, he saw a very pissed looking woman standing there.

He shrugged. "Sorry...I didn't think anyone even stayed in the room next to me. That and it's like, noon," he remarked, not really being a smart-aleck, but he wasn't quite as friendly either. "Was just bored, I guess. Though the jerk bit? Heard it before. But it was for much less than throwing stuff at walls and breaking stuff, so...yeah...sorry about that." Actually, Ty's apologies were sincere for one who earlier didn't really care. Then again he'd probably pissed off enough women lately. At some point it would probably be wise to be nice again, right?

*Thwack* Oh come on! This was getting ridiculous! She pounded on the door again just before it swung open. She was slightly shocked to see the tall strawberry blond man on the other side. He looked pretty forlorn and apologized to her, though she wasn’t sure if he really meant it. She raised her brow and gave him an unimpressed look before crossing her arms over her chest. “Well I am staying in the room next to you, Dude. I just got here this morning. I was on a bus all night that’s why I’m trying to sleep at noon!”

She shifted her weight to one leg and glanced him up and down with her icy blue eyes. She smirked for a moment before returning her gaze to his face, that sad and pained looking face. She felt her heart pang for calling him a jerk, but of course she wasn’t about to tell him that. “So what’s amatter with you? You look like you just lost seven freaking friends, Sugar.”

"Oh...well I didn't know. I'll try to keep it down from now on," he murmured, now feeling bad for having woken her up, and for not bothering to realize when he got a new neighbor. Then, she asked what was wrong, but unlike others who'd asked this very same question, he could tell she actually meant it.

"Something like that. Broke up with my girlfriend a week or so back. Thinking back over it...it wasn't exactly the best relationship. Now I'm at a point where I just don't care and I'm trying to find other ways to occupy my time." He looked at her, shoving his gloved hands in his pockets. "I really am sorry for waking you. Hell, maybe I should go back to sleep or something."

“It’s fine, you didn’t know I was in there, I did just get here after all.” She offered a half smile but still stood in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest. She was still irritated but she was softening up. This guy looked like a mess right now. “Normally I would make just as much noise with you. I’m just run down from the bus ride. Greyhounds suck!”

As the man before her started speaking, her face clearly started to show the softer side of her. She felt bad for him. Losing someone you love is always hard, and from the sounds of this relationship it wasn’t all that great. “Sleeping is no way to spend your day when you are down, you should do something fun Dude! And stop saying sorry already, I told you it’s fine, you had no clue I was in there anyways. So what do people around here like to do for fun?”

Ty nodded, returning the half-smile. His hair was all over his head and he really did look like he'd lost his best friend, even if he did try not to care. "Heh, yeah I never took the bus. Never struck me as my sorta...thing," he replied, chuckling a little. He noticed her features soften, and that made him relax a little, he had to admit.

"Eh, I usually just sleep it off anyway," he murmured. "I really don't know about everyone here because I usually keep to myself. But me? Well, let's just say most of what I like to do is a little....less than legal." He gave a small shrug.

“Well good on you for not taking the bus. I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t afford to fly here and I don’t have a car.” She smirked and leaned into the doorway, arms still crossed. “It’s cramped, it stinks, and I always get stuck sitting next to some gross fat guy that falls asleep on me and drools!” She shuddered at the thought and looked up at the shaggy haired man.

Kenzi smirked as the man said he liked to do less then legal things. “Well you sound like you need a friend right now and lucky for you, so do I because I don’t know anyone here. And double lucky for you I just so happen to find less then legal things to be a blast!” She extended her hand out to him and gave him a genuine smile. “The name’s Kenzi.”

Ty shuddered at the mere thought of being stuck on a bus. No sir, that was not for him. A friend. He paused at the words. Friend. Lucky. He was pretty sure that luck was no friend of his, judging from his life and how things always seemed to turn out. Then again, most of his bad moments seemed to be counteracted by good ones, so...maybe this could be fun.

"Ty Fisher. Or Fish," he replied with a shrug as he added his nickname. The nickname was one given to him by many friends, and a now-ex, but he had to admit, it was growing on him. A mischievous twinkle crossed his eyes as he had a thought. "Sounds like we both need to blow off a little steam...what better way than jacking a car?" He smiled an almost-wicked looking grin.

A wicked grin crossed over her lips as she heard his little plan. “That sounds like a good time, let me just go get some boots on and grab my coat and we can head out. You are welcome to come in my room. I don’t bite…. much.” She smirked and walked down the hall to the room next door where all of her things were.

She opened her door and left it open as she rummaged around in her bags for a pair of socks. Finally finding a pair she slipped them on her feet and then slipped her feet into her favorite black platform boots with the numerous buckles up the front. She grabbed her black leather biker jacket and her leater gloves before getting ready to head back out to Ty.

Ty chuckled as she said she didn't bite...much. This may end up being exactly what the heartbroken young pickpocket would need; someone to spend a day just...getting into possible trouble. He disappeared into his own room, and when he returned he was wearing his green hoodie, his hair was combed neatly, and he had on his classic green-laced black sneakers.

Then, he went next door just in time to see Kenzi emerging from her own room, ready to go. "Well, I'm not sure what the entire plan is; just flying by the seat of our pants here," he said as he led her outside. "So if you have any idea, let me know, okay?" Then, he began walking down the street, looking for the perfect spot to find the perfect car.

Coming out of her room she almost ran right into Ty as he was coming to her room. She stopped just before she walked into him and kept her balance on those ridiculous boots of her’s with only the skilled practice of a veteran to the massive boots. She smirked up at him, now just an inch or so shy of his height. She closed the door behind her and locked it before following Ty down the hallway and out to the street.

She gave a slight chuckle at his comment and raised a brow as her eyes dropped to the behind of the red headed man in front of her. “And what a nice seat it is.” She said with a giggle. “I have no real plan either, that’s the fun of it all, got to be wild and crazy when committing crimes Sugar.” Kenzi gave him a wink and used an elastic hair band on her wrist to pull her long black hair into a high ponytail, preparing herself for the fun they were about to get into.

Ty felt his cheeks turn a bright shade of red, even redder than his hair, when she made her little 'seat' comment. Did she just--really? That was...unexpected. And something the young mutant wasn't used to in the slightest. But he had to admit...it was sort of nice, in a way.

"I learned that sometimes a little planning can save your hide, but at the same time, not having a plan makes you less predictable. So, I tend to just have...guidelines." As he spoke, he saw a small sports car parked on the side of the road. Light blue, covered in colorful decals to top off the spoiler and the shiny rims. An evil grin crossed Ty's features.

"I'd bet anything that car belongs to a total snob," he murmured, looking around. "And that makes it ripe for the taking...So, who drives."

Kenzi smirked as she saw her new accomplice turn about twenty shades of red. She didn’t say anything but she knew she had gotten to him. Always a bonus!

“Guidelines is good, I can work with guidelines.” She smile and followed Ty down the street with her hands in her pockets. That was when Ty found their target. “You can drive. I’ll keep an eye out for anyone.” She walked over to the passenger door and looked around, she didn’t see anyone. “Oh wait a second.” She said before Ty decided to try breaking into the car. She placed her hands on the top of the car and started to rock it, waiting for an alarm to go off, but it didn’t. She laughed. “Looks like this snob is a dumbass too, who owns a car like this and doesn’t have an alarm on it?”

Ty nodded as he approached the car, and Kenzi very...creatively checked for an alarm. "Well, he did lock the doors, but...heh I'm looking at one of those electronic keypads over here. Makes my life so much easier..." The redhead smiled, removing his left glove and putting his palm on the side-mirror.

The mirror's life was very short, and hadn't seen much, but Ty managed to get what he needed. "Five. Two. Seven. Four," he said, pushing the buttons as he said them. Mostly, he was just showing off here as he popped open the door and climbed into the driver's side. Ty unlocked Kenzi's door, then focused his attention on the car, popping open the panel under the steering wheel.

"Let's see....hope I can still do this..." he murmured, putting his glove back on and fiddling with the wires. Several minutes passed, and the car fired up. "Awwww yeah...now...where we takin' this bad boy?"