Tait had been in New York for a few days now, found the place he was living in and made at least a new acquaintance, maybe even a friend in the girl he met at the mansion. Something still didn't feel right though, like something was missing. Something big in his life. It might have been the fact that he wasn't playing a sport for once in his life, or maybe the fact that he was not surrounded by people all the time. It definitely wasn't being alone. He had gotten quite used to that back in Aussie Land. He was always known to be one of the most popular kids at school, knowing basically everyone there, but he never really had a clique. Never really had a friend he could hang out with outside of school.

He couldn't help but think it was part of his mutation that made people not want to hang out with him, or they were maybe even intimidated by it. He could never quite put his finger on it. No matter. Tait had gotten used to being alone. It was just this new place that had seemed all wrong to him. The mansion seemed too button down and strict for him. Although it was a very warm and welcoming place, it just wasn't his style.

That was the whole reason he came to this park anyway. The famed Central Park in New York City. It was just as people had described it, rather calm and peaceful. He didn't have to worry about getting mugged or anything due to the fact it would be the biggest mistake of that robber's life.

He layed down on the ground under a rather large tree whose leaves had almost all fallen off as autumn began to fade into winter. The leaves were falling down as gusts of wind blew through them. Tait shivered a bit and pulled his hood over his head as he lay looking up at the sky through wiry branches of the tree.

He held his hand up in the air as he watched a trio of leaves trickle down ever so softly. He focused on the leaves and tensed his forearm a bit, that tingling sensation building as the leaves moved to a halt in the air. They stopped floating downward and began to float upward. Tait then wiggled his fingers in the air and watched as one of the leaves began to fall down, then another then the last one.

The leaves then one by one began to float upward again as Tait wiggled his fingers and they began to repeat the process over and over. It looked as if invisible strings were pulling them up then letting them down. Tait slowly closed his eyes and continued doing this focusing on what the leaves looked like in the air. It was good practice for him, not only to help his power gain strength, but for his control to strengthen as well by keeping his eyes closed.

If only someone were to see this strange phenomena and interrupt him, it could be a bit of a problem for that particular individual.

(Because it’s so dangerous, and you seem so set on being interrupted or stolen from, you must meet Sara. Tell me if I need to edit this or change anything. I will.)

Central park was the best place to score a meal ticket. At least for Sara, it was. She spent much of her time observing the norms, and hunting for the perfect pockets. The hunt’s frustrations were probably very similar to the frustrations her fellow cats had, in persuit of prey, in the wild woods. Sara had spent a brief part fo her teen years there, but the city was more entertaining, and more plentiful for the pickings, so the buildings became Sara’s trees, and the eternal honking of horns, and sounds of the city, filled in for the calls of the birds, and the snapping of twigs, here and there.

Sara was dressed in her usual. A hood, from her sweatshirt, was pulled over her face, and a light, long coat, draped over her tail, and backside. When she was dressed this way, with her head down, it was amazing how well she could hide herself in the crowd. She’s learned the right body language and the right cloths to choose, that she made herself look like a bum. Most humans didn’t want to look at her. So if she put herself shoulder to shoulder in a crowd, she could hide in plane site. Especially when she was surrounded by people with ipods, people on cell phones, and kids walking around, not looking up, for fear they would loose one more life on their PSP games.

Mean while, they would loose their money. In a years time, of living in the city, Sara had become quite skilled. Pick the pocket, then poke the pick of the pocket back. Most people didn’t suspect they had been robbed, if Sara put their wallet’s back.

Sure she had just been given a job with Jacob’s and Jacob’s security, but the job was on appointment. Luke told her she may only get one appointment a year or fifty. Then it would the end of the week after the appointment, that she’d get paid. Sara hadn’t gotten an appointment yet, and her stomach didn’t do well waiting, so she needed cash now. It had been snowing the night she’d gotten the job, funny how the weather could warm up again, before winter fully set in.

Sara had broken away from the mane street, and walked into the park. There she found an interesting site. There was a boy on the ground, and above him, it looked like the leaves were dancing. Odd…

Sara slowly walked up next to the young man. She knelt down, and waved her hand over his head…. Nothing. Slowly and quietly Sara laid down next to the boy and watched the leaves above. Slowly her right hand reached for the boy’s wallet, and she used the tip of her claw to slowly ease something out of his pocket.

(Perfectly fine, if you feel like I'm godmoding a bit in this post let me know, because I usually say like "Her chest began to feel tighter" or stuff like that to describe the effect my powers have on others, so if it bugs you let me know.)

Tait had been lounging for quite a while just relaxing imagining that he was back in the Australian outback. His hair ruffled a bit as a light breeze went by. It was quite relaxing, the cool weather, it was surprising there wasn't much snow on the ground, but it was also not even winter yet. He was already used to the chilly weather and was starting to get used to the lifestyle in New York.

Tait felt an interruption above him, he had been controlling the leaves and he was obstructed by something with a much higher weight, but the thing soon disappeared, so he had assumed it had been a bird just flying above him. He didn't bother opening his eyes because he was rather relaxed at the time and it was something he definitely needed due to the chronic headaches he would get from training or overusing his power. It was a look of peace and tranquility on his face, as if nothing could change the way he felt at that particular moment.

As Tait was lying there he felt something. Not really FELT something, but sensed it. Tait had this uncanny way of sensing things, not as much as people with other powers, but he had this weird sensation when someone came in contact with his body. He could feel the different distribution of weight, because he would always be adjusting the gravitational force on his own body, when something else with normal gravity came in contact with him it make him feel a great discomfort, almost pain.

The leaves gently then began falling to the ground as Tait took his focus off of them and started focusing more on the external object. He then felt the hand in his pocket as it became heavier and started to naturally pull down. The gravitational force on the entire individual became heavier eventually. Limbs became heavy, chest became compressed a bit.

A grin curled over Tait's face as he realized it was a person. Finally some fun. He slowly rolled over as the heavy hand slipped out of his pocket. He got to his feet opening his eyes and looking upon the culprit. "Tryin' ta steal from me? Not a very good idea, doll." Tait said chuckling a bit noticing the almost fully covered individual. He wasn't going to hurt her, but he had made the gravity heavier just to keep her immobilized not to actually hurt her. "Now what do you have have to say for yourself?"

(That is fine. The gravity thing is part of your power. So no complaints here. If you want me to edit anything here, Tell me and I will. The offer goes for any other post I make, if I type something wrong.)

Sara could feel the wallet, with the hook of her claw. Now it was a matter of fishing the wallet out and pulling out the cash, if there was any. She’d prefer to put the wallet back, but in this case, she could probably get away with leaving it near the boy’s hip. As if it had fallen out on it’ own.

She was nearly finished fishing the wallet out, when something very odd happened. Her chest felt heavier, even her fur felt like it was weighing her down, and then her hand pressed it’s self into the grass. “What the..” Sara tried lifting her arm with the normal force it took to do so, when the boy she had been trying to steal from, just got up looking all smug with himself. Sara’s face twisted around out from under the hood, where the fabric dropped to the ground, to show she had a head much like a large cats. Her tail flexed off of the ground just high enough that when it’s own new weight caught up to it, all it could do was thump back onto the grass.

Now the boy was standing above Sara, and Sara was on her back, feeling like the kid expected her to make snow angels in the grass. Or something like that.

"Now what do you have to say for yourself?"

Sure Sara was in the wrong, she knew it, but she wasn’t going to admit it out loud. At least not to this kid, and definitely not when she was being treated like this. There was extra weight holding her down, somehow but he was manipulating enough to hold down a normal person. Not someone with a little extra. Sara grunted. “Absolutely nothing.” Before her body twisted and she tried to kick her feet around the boy’s feet to make him fall down, before she tried to turn onto her stomach, to try to push herself the rest of the way up.