"Honkity honk honk. Honk, honkity. Honk. Honk." Eisen rapped to himself, if one could consider the repitition of onomatopoeia as a type of rap. He hovered fifteen feet off the ground, suspended by his own mutant ability to pause things, such as his sneakers, in mid-air. Hence, if he had a superhero or vigilante nickname, he'd have appropriated the name "Pause" to himself. On top of his seemingly docile mutation laid his seemingly indifferent attitude.

He rapped incessantly to purge out the voice in his head that could have spelt many regrets that morning. Remember to block of the sidewalk, Eisenhower. Block. Off. The. Sidewalk. Ya hear me? Eisenhower! Obviously Eisen had heard his loudmouth boss that waffled from laissez faire leadership to micromanagement on the daily. Maybe he was more micro-managey because of him... Nahh. Eisen discarded the need for a babysitter ten years ago, when he learned how to sneak out of the house and the babysitter refused to watch him any longer. Poor dads of his, unable to find a replacement, so much so that Eisen learned to take care of himself.

"Obviously no one's going to park in front of this business building." Eisen had taken note of the NO PARKING OR STANDING ANYTIME! signs that stayed below him. Thus, he was reasonably secured that no one would mindlessly park next to his telephone repair truck, which was also obviously parked on the NO PARKING OR STANDING ANYTIME! spot that he was certain other people would follow unlike he. He at least had a permit to be here, for goodness sake. Honkity. Honk. Honkity. The nagging voice kept coming back, however, and Eisen disturbed by how persistent this nagging remained, had to take a breather and search for his phone. Another voice blared in his ears, the same micro-managey voice of his boss. "NO PHONES ON THE JOB, EISENHOWER!" That one he imagined in all caps, because the last time his manager, whose name was Carl by the way, showed up to supervise him, he was one his phone listening to Metallica, which should have been enough to justify using his phone. But Carl didn't agree.

Eisen also worried that he'd drop his phone from this height and have to get another cracked screen checked, but thankfully he bought a phone leash. Phone leashes were the bomb nowadays, at least in Eisen's mind, so that he could not have to worry about the fifteen foot drop beneath him onto the concrete. He was certain he could catch himself, but not certain he could catch his phone.

The job was almost done anyway, so Eisen decided to ring up the closest pizza place. Meatlovers. Honkity honk, Carl. The job was done and Eisenhower wants his meatlovers pizza.  

Serena was not running late for a meeting. She never ran late for meetings, she liked to be there early because she was the boss and she liked watching everyone else scramble, thinking they were late. Which they were. If you arrived after the boss, you were late, and the boss was always early. Fun. And ye,t being early did not make Serena any less annoyed by the fact of the parking place outside Lockhart House was blocked by some idiotic repairman.

"For f*** sake" she swore, pushing her sunglasses up to take a look at the damn car, and the guy hovering above it. Freaking mutant affirmative action. Serena pulled in as close as she could to the parking place in her shiny white car, and banged a hand on the horn.

HONK.

"Yes, and could you add extra bacon to that ple--"

HONK.

Eisen's organs convulsed and his pizza fantasy dissipated into the air when such a rude noise interrupted his bird call of love to the pizza shop. He let go of the phone then held on to it again, and with his other hand he reached out for whatever he could. The noise startled him so much that he dropped the concentration on his soles-- something he had learned to put on auto-pilot when he was fifteen. Yet, loud noises, insect bites, and the occasional smell of urine were enough to disrupt his mutation usage. A car honk was up there on the list especially when he had been ordering his favorite pizza just a moment ago.

So he hurtled, down down down. He was able to pause his clothing, but at the velocity and sudden drop, as he whispered his apologies to the pizza dude, he ended up hurtling straight for the honkity noise origin.

With a thug-like thud, which did sound a lot like a thug grunting, Eisenhowever landed on whatever or whoever's car decided to park on the no parking sign spot. The smooth, sunbaked roof of the car smacked against Eisen's back and he lost his grip on the phone as it swung out to the side and smacked against the woman's window. The sound of the pizza man's concerned voice crackled through the phone's screen whilst Eisen groaned out in his soreness. Sweet. Now he was hitching a ride on someone's sunroof.

All the air escaped out his lungs and he required a few moments to fully consider what just happened to him. No cones. No parking. No phone on the job. Maybe now was a moment to regret.

She honked. He fell. It was raining mutants. Hallelujah.

"NO YOU DON'T" Serena snapped, slamming a hand against the roof of her car in the same split second the man landed on the other side. The diamond in her ring flashed (it was a flashy rock to begin with, but this time, it was the magic), and the roof held up without a dent. Protection spell. Diamonds indeed were a girl's best friend. Serena knew it was only a matter of time before someone tried to take a bite out of her, so she had been experimenting with hardening materials at a touch. Because magic beat bulky bulletproof vests. The fact that she got to wear a diamond ring was just the added bonus.

Some random flying weirdo was sure as hell not going to dent her brand new car.

A phone clanked against her driver's side window. Serena rolled the window down and craned her neck to look up at the man lounging on top of the sunroof.

"I can list ten different ways you were breaking the safety regulations, and I am not even a lawyer. Don't you dare try to get money out of this."

The fall certainly did feel like a thwump against a concrete floor. Eisen groaned as he was able to pause himself a few feet from the car roof, but still his soreness pervaded his spinal column and his not-so-ready buttcheeks. He moaned in a profound non-agony, and almost pity, but it was more out of a lackluster "You were told so!". Yes the pain hurt but what was more butt-hurt was his pride-- he wasn't supposed to fall. How was he to know a lady would honk at him- or who he thought was a lady- when he was so vulnerably ordering pizza fifteen feet into the air?

"I can list ten different ways you were breaking the safety regulations, and I am not even a lawyer. Don't you dare try to get money out of this."

Eisen heard the angry lady and he was so completely out of energy to deal with this right now. He tried rolling over onto his side. That hurt too much to keep doing. Then he tried to sit up but his ab muscles would not cooperate with his back muscles, and so he was left on his back on the lady's rooftop for the moment. Though he wasn't planning on camping here all day, he might be here for a little while. Especially if the lady continued to be distressed and concerned about him getting money. As if Eisen cared about her stinking money. He just wanted his pizza.

Eisen leaned over and reached out to try and get his phone, where the guy on the other line must have been really puzzled. He just needed to give him the address of this place.

"Hey lady!" Eisen was able to muster enough breath to talk. Thank Bigfoot. Maybe there's still a chance for me!! 

"Can you tell the guy on the other end of the phone the address to this place? I need that to finish my order and... I can't... really... reach." Eisen tried one more time to lean over and pull the leash his phone was attached to but to no avail. Please don't say no. Please don't say no.

There was movement on the roof. The guy was not dead or out cold. Serena was not sure if that made the situation better or worse, but either way it was not great for the car. If he had landed on the hood she could have at least pushed him off before she drove away.

>>"Hey lady!... Can you tell the guy on the other end of the phone the address to this place? I need that to finish my order and... I can't... really... reach."

Serena blinked, looking at the phone danging in the window. There was a call going on, and the screen said PIZZA.

You gotta be f*** kidding me.

Serena reached out the window and pushed the red button.

"Let me be very clear, the only thing I'm willing to call is an ambulance. Just so you don't die on top of my car. I don't have time for that kinda paperwork. Whatever you do, keep breathing."

Eisen let out a relieved breath when he craned his neck to the side and saw the lady's arm reach out to touch the phone. Then, as if she had already bought him a burnt pizza with no toppings on it, Eisen knew that her pressing one button on the phone was not her finishing the call for him. No she f*cking didn't just hang up on my pizza guy!

So many raging thoughts ran through Eisen's head of how he could slice this woman in half for ruining his God-ordained lunch for his work-ordained ordeal.

"Let me be very clear, the only thing I'm willing to call is an ambulance. Just so you don't die on top of my car. I don't have time for that kinda paperwork. Whatever you do, keep breathing."

"YOU BEEYOTCH. I can't believe you would hang up when I expressly told you to give him the f*cking address!" Eisen lost all his calm, despite not having any feeling down his back. He could at least move his hands and feetsies.

"You better redial that number and finish that call right now or else!" Eisen planted his palms on the car and imagined focusing his mutation on the entire vehicle. Now, no matter what she tried, the whole vehicle was spatially locked in place. Should she try opening the door or rolling down a window, neither would work until she finished the call he asked for.

"And it's meat f*cking-lovers pizza!" Eisen called out, as he still could not sit up because of the damage done to his back. It was taking all his focus just to keep his mutation on the car as well.

For someone who had just dropped several feet onto the top of a magic-hardened car, the guy sure had a lot of attitude to yell about pizza.

>>"YOU BEEYOTCH. I can't believe you would hang up when I expressly told you to give him the f*cking address!"

"What did you just call me?"

>>"You better redial that number and finish that call right now or else! And it's meat f*cking-lovers pizza!"

"Oh, shut the hell up" Serena snapped, both verbally and with her fingers, her tourmaline ring flashing as she called up a spell again. The cone of silence descended onto the guy, hopefully keeping any further pizza-related b*tching at bay.

Then, she tried to exit the vehicle.

The door didn't open. She tried multiple times. It wasn't locked, and there was no way it was dented enough to be stuck in place. Serena scooted in an unladylike manner (while also swearing in an unladylike manner), and tried the passenger side. No dice. Nothing in the car was willing to move one inch. Swearing some more, she reached out the window and took the guy's phone to dial 911. Snapping her fingers again, she dispersed both spells.

"What in the ever loving f*** have you done to my car?"

"Oh, shut the hell up" EIsen heard her say, then as he tried to respond, the words coming out of his mouth became like nothing. Literal nothing. The puffs of air that escaped his lips had no sound at all and it was so freaky Eisen began to sing the ABC's to see if all the letters he spoke were muted too. He almost enjoyed the experience of talking out to the sky, which he finally had a moment to notice as he was lying on the roof of this lady's car. The powelines and telephone lines above him were strung across the street, vertical according to his orientation parallel to the building. Then rose the skyscraper of a building he had been fixing the lines for. 

Eisen kept focused on his palms, focusing only on the doors of the passenger and the driver's seat. Whenever he activated his mutation, he could feel a second sense almost of what he was spatially locking. He intentionally didn't spatially lock the lady's clothes otherwise she would not be able to order his pizza for him.

Speaking of pizza, he craned his neck to the right and saw the irritated beeyotch phoning in numbers on his mobile device. So, she finally decided to give him what he wanted, eh?

He continued to sing his ABC's with the greatest gusto until he reached the letter "T-U-V-W Oh. Well that was long enough."  The letter he reached coincided with the snapping of the lady's fingers, which were loud enough for him to hear. Which was a pretty neat skill, Eisen himself struggled to make any noise with his two fingers.

"I'm not doing anything, but if that's you ordering pizza, then I wish I were doing whatever you think i'm doing." Eisen responded with a sly grin. Since this lady had not exerted too much force on pushing out the car doors, he hadn't grown tired of using his mutation. Slowly and surely he began to regain feeling in his legs. Though, his arms from the back to his elbows were still taking time to wake up. He was starting to get worried that he might need medical attention.

Either way, the longer he could keep her from getting where she wanted to go, the more likely he would get his pizza, or so Eisen continued to think, as he finished the ABC's, now happy to be able to hear himself again.

The guy must have been singing to himself because he continued when she snapped the spell away. Well, that was a creative way of making himself more annoying. Serena unhooked the phone from his hand.

>>"I'm not doing anything, but if that's you ordering pizza, then I wish I were doing whatever you think i'm doing."

Serena dialed 911.

"Hello, hi. A man just landed on top of my car. He was... just floating up there. Yes. Yes I do assume he's a mutant, and not a life-sized balloon. Yes, he'd conscious. Although he's singing, so his head might be scrambled."

This was New York City. 911 should have gotten used to mutant-related accidents by now. Serena gave them the address.

"Yes I'll wait. What the hell am I gonna do, drive away with the guy on top of my car? Do hurry up."

>>"Hello, hi. A man just l...Yes. Yes I do assume ... a life-sized balloon. Yes, ...scrambled."

Eisen heard bits and pieces of the conversation Serena was having on the phone. Though, by the sounds of it, she seemed to be ordering something for a birthday party instead of a pizza. He explicitly told her to get the meat-lovers! Good Jeepers, he was so mad now. He tried to get up onto his butt, but the best he could do was roll over on his side so that he could pull on his phone strap.

He rolled over in time to hear her tell the person the address. At least she did one thing that he asked for! Then he heard her say something else that he was shocked by. 

>>"Yes I'll wait. What the hell am I gonna do, drive away with the guy on top of my car? Do hurry up."

'"Girl, once the pizza is here you don't have to stick around." Eisen now yanked on the cellphone leash, causing it to yank on Serena's grip. She seemed to have a steady grip.

"Give me my phone! I want to clarify the meatlover's pizza!" He continued to complain, as he yanked on the leash with one hand and kept his mutation focused on the car with the other hand. However, if Serena tried to open the doors now, she would pretty easily be able to push it open with enough force due to Eisen's split attention.

Serena hung up. She hoped the ambulance would get there fast.

>>"Girl, once the pizza is here you don't have to stick around... Give me my phone! I want to clarify the meatlover's pizza!"

The guy yanked on the phone, and Serena let go.

"You are not getting any pizza. I called an ambulance for you. I'm gonna assume you are being a moron because you got a concussion, and it's not genetic. Benefit of the doubt." she told him while cleaning her hands carefully with some sanitizer. "Also, I'll need the information of the company you work for. Insurance purposes."

Someone was about to get the daylights sued out of them.

Eisen was reunited with his phone and finally able to crane his neck up to see his feet. Thankfully he was able to get his phone in his hands, but as he did, he toppled over the side of the car. He was able to catch himself, slowly, slowly, slowly, so that he fell three times in a row by pausing his upper torso clothing and pants. It took all his breath to do it, though as he lay on the side of the ground now in even more pain.

>>"You are not getting any pizza. I called an ambulance for you. I'm gonna assume you are being a moron because you got a concussion, and it's not genetic. Benefit of the doubt." she told him while cleaning her hands carefully with some sanitizer. "Also, I'll need the information of the company you work for. Insurance purposes."

"It's your word... against... mine." Eisen said as he grumbled in pain, on the ground. He had taken out the cameras earlier, for insurance purposes, so that if the case did happen that someone saw him, which he was obviously ready for happening, they would not have any proof unless they took video footage of him floating up in the sky on their phone. So, this lady better hope that was the case otherwise, despite being in pain on the ground, Eisen could easily blame her for his pain.

"I can just say you crashed into me while i was setting up my truck! You weren't supposed to park here anyway, Queen B." Eisen groaned as he frowned. He felt his phone wedged between his knee and the ground. Geez! Please don't be a cracked screen.[i/]

The guy rolled off the roof, and fell in a strange, jerky way. He probably had some floating powers that did not work very well, from the looks of it. He did fall on her roof, after all. Serena leaned out the window to look at him as he lay on the ground. Idiot.

>>"It's your word... against... mine."

Stubborn idiot.

>>"I can just say you crashed into me while i was setting up my truck! You weren't supposed to park here anyway, Queen B."

"I am supposed to park here, I own the damn building." she clarified. If he really was going to make a fuss about this, her legal department was looking at some overtime. "And I didn't crash into you. You fell on top of my car. Because you were floating up there with no safety, handling electronics. While ordering pizza on your phone. Good luck with that." she opened the door, stepping carefully around the guy in her high heels. The last thing she wanted was for someone to also run him over while he lay on the ground. "I wouldn't move if I were you, you probably have broken... something."