In the blink of an eye and without warning, a male of eighteen years just sporadically appeared out of nowhere, standing right in the middle of a busy street within New York City—it was Gavin. A little disoriented and with a slight deer in head the lights expression on his face, Gavin could hear behind him, the loud screeching of tires ringing throughout his ears. Quickly spinning on his heel, almost losing his balance, he turned to see a bright yellow blur flashing into his vision as it stopped but inches from his body. “Eh, you crazy asshole get the hell out of the road!” yelled the angry taxi driver as he shook his clenched fist out the car window.

Then with just a smirk on his face to hide how relieved he was, Gavin calmly but surely made his way over to sidewalk—where he actually intended to teleport to in the first place. “Just a few minor miscalculations I suppose,” he muttered to himself, trying to rationalize his lack of total control over his powers when he quickly noticed the constant stares he was now drawing from the busy crowds that flooded the sidewalk.

“Exactly what I was trying to escape,” Gavin mustered almost inaudibly, remembering the constant patronization that he received from what he now considered his ex-family. Turning his back to the stares, he also turned his back on his previously known life and began to walk down the sidewalk towards his new one that now lied ahead. But to his own dismay, Gavin had no earthly idea of where to begin, just that he now needed to find a place to stay.

Frowning slightly Bacchus tossed aside the paper, ‘not one damn well paying job’ thought Bacchus as he walked throughout the crowds of people on the streets of New York. He was going low key this time wearing normal clothes and a gray and black skullcap nothing out of the ordinary and nothing for the cops to pick up on right away.

As of late he had been a target for the police but unless they were in numbers they thought it would be best to avoid the giant. Which was a wise decision on there part, he had after all been destroying a large fraction of a few city block not to long ago with Isabel, which he wanted a repeat of.

Two girls in a short period of a few weeks that had changed his life, the first one not for the better but the second one, well she just happened to find him room and bored for free! She had even offered him a job… well sort of.

Bacchus looked over to his left as if something good was going to happen and froze, ‘where the hell that kid come from?’ wondered Bacchus, as he seemed almost stunned that he landed in the middle of the road.

Watching for his next move Bacchus waited to see what the kid would do. Instead of getting out of they’re the way he came he simply walked towards a large crowd of people that were dumbfounded by his appearance all except for Bacchus.

Grinning a grin Bacchus gets when he hatches one of his ideas Bacchus chased after the man calling out, “Ohi, Mate! Wait up!” Bacchus tapped him on the shoulder, “Need to ask you something!” Bacchus said with a friendly smile.

She usually didn't indulge in taxi rides, but this one had been paid for by a new friend. Lori leaned her head against the broad shoulder of a well tailored Armani Suit. There was just something about the rich and influential that makes a girl salivate. Besides. This one had just helped her out of a tricky situation. Well, that was after she'd worked a little Lori magic, but who on New York's A-list (or in this case B-list... A-listers just didn't do taxis) didn't have something blackmail-able? Really. This lawyer should have been more discerning about to whom he divulged his secre--

The cab screeched suddenly and Lori and her catch slid into the back of the front seat barrier. Lori's cabby shouted out the window following true New York etiquette. “Eh, you crazy asshole get the hell out of the road!”

Lori blinked as she collected herself back into her seat. Was she crazy or did that kid just appear out of thin air? The cab honked again and started around the kid, but Lori was interested. Teleportation? That could be useful. She requested that the cab stop. If they were going to have stop and go traffic she told them she would prefer to walk. Lori smiled and bestowed a chaste kiss on the rectangular faced lawyer. "I'll-uh have my people call your people." She winked and stepped out of the already stopped cab. The chase was a-foot, though she'd have to double back the way they came to run into this new toy.

Except, she wasn't really gonna chase anyone in three inch heels. Why the three inch heels? Well, they made her butt look mighty fine when she was walking away from Mister Lawyer. There was a science to walking away and science was Lori's forte. It was often what clenched her hold over them.

Men. You don't have to understand them to manipulate them.

Lori opened her mouth to call out to the kid when someone else did the exact same thing. A familiar voice came from disturbingly close by. “Ohi, Mate! Wait up!” She hadn't expected to run into Brickson so soon... or at all. The fact that he hadn't gotten deported yet said one thing to Lori: he'd found smarter friends. Not that Brickson was stupid... just a little green when it came to holding onto his hard-earned cash.

She wasn't sure if she should avoid him or if Brickson would overlook the slight miscalculation in the funds she had split for them. Only one thing was certain as of now --they would be walking right toward her. She was wearing those lovely 3 inch heels and short legs have to take more steps. All Brickson had to do was look up to see a slightly shocked Lori. Confound it all! There was no graceful way to avoid this.

She schooled her frustration as best as possible and tried to look as if she meant to be right in Brickson and the teleporter's way. Well, she had meant to be in the teleporter's way at least.

"need to ask you something!" Brickson had said.

"bet the answer is yes." There she was. 5'6" with heels, blond pony tail, blue eyes, heart shaped face, and a smile that promised trouble.

Slightly slowing his pace, Gavin felt that there was really no need to be in a big rush to hurry off to anywhere in particular, especially since he had absolutely no where to actually go. He just figured that he would eventually find himself at some rundown, roach infested hotel for the time being, just until he would be able to get on his feet and find himself his own place. So still dodging the demeaning glances from the passing citizens, Gavin dug his hands deep into his pockets and watched the ground as he walked, trying to make himself seem at least a little bit less noticeable—but of course he had no idea that it would do no good since two different people were actually tailing him.

Gavin then heard one of his followers call out to him to wait up, but unwilling to deal any New Yorker crap and not entirely sure if he was the one being addressed, he just shrugged it off and kept on his merry little way. Well, that was up until the guy decided to touch Gavin on the shoulder. “No. Sorry. I don’t have any money to spare.” He scowled at the man, just figuring it was some lowlife beggar preying on tourists in order to get a quick buck. But then actually looking up after a few moments to see who it was, Gavin realized that he had been sadly mistaken.

“Oh. My fault, I thought you were just some hobo.” He quickly apologized to the guy, but yet was still skeptical about what the guy’s motives were. “Uh, what can I do for you?” Gavin asked, a bit one edge, as he instinctively felt his back pocket to make sure the random guy wasn’t trying to pickpocket him or something. But then suddenly, his focus was drawn away towards someone else, only this time it was a lady and a very attractive one at that. “Er, what was that?” He questioned a bit confused, wondering why he just couldn’t stop attracting attention.

“Oh. My fault, I thought you were just some hobo.”

Bacchus looked at his clothing for a second holding up his arms and then said, “Ouch mate, dressed like this to stay under the radar.” Bacchus looked around his head poking over the crowds of people, ‘good no cops’. “Any who, I have a business proposition for you.” Bacchus grinned slightly and looked at the man who was somewhat shorter than him who was standing close to seven feet tall for the moment.

He didn’t want to intimidate anyone far from it he just wanted to keep an eye out for the police that thought they could sneak up on him with a stun gun or a taser. Speaking of a stun gun, a familiar perfume came into Bacchus’s scent range. Frowning at first trying to remember the source of the scent. He first saw her standing in front of them. Bacchus froze for a second.

"bet the answer is yes."

“You” Bacchus yelled pointing at the pretty blonde, “You left me for dead!” Bacchus didn’t sound angry but more in disbelief “Didn’t think I would ever see you again Sheila.” Bacchus frowned for a second trying to remember her name with no luck. He remembered her face and her other assets pretty well but the name escaped him.

“Still easy on the eyes aren’t you ummm… errr…. Sheila?” Bacchus could not remember her name what so ever and thought it was somewhat funny considering she left him for dead in a burning building only after knocking him out after electrocuting him. But lesson learned Bacchus was gonna keep an eye on this blond as long as she was around.

Looking back to the guy Bacchus smiled, “So anyways as I was saying, I noticed your little gift and I was wondering if you were up for a little partnership,” Bacchus grinned and added, “The Profit will be quite large and I am sure you’ll have fun doing it!”

Frowning slightly Bacchus held out his hand, “Forgot my manners and came off as to egger,” Bacchus wiped his hand on his pants and then extended it to the man, “Names Bacchus, but you can call me Brickson.”

Whereas Lori had thought the teleporter interesting before, he very well could be essential now. There was no telling what Brickson would do to her for what she did to him. Lori would have to keep the kid around if for no other reason than she wanted one other skull in the way before hers was in line for exploding. Besdies. She wanted to at least know what Brickson had cooked up this time. Lori dearly hoped that he had learned not to buy the big bags with the money symbols on them this time.

“You” Brickson yelled and pointed at her, “You left me for dead!” Lori was surprised that Brickson didn't sound all that angry. Perhaps there was hope after all.

"No, not dead. If I'd thought you dead, I wouldn't have left you a towel." She was entirely serious too. At least she thought she had left him a towel. When Lori saw Brickson all blurred out on the news with nothing but the bag of money she'd left for him as clothes, she did wonder where the towel had gone.

“Didn’t think I would ever see you again Sheila.”

"Didn't think I'd see soooo much of you on the news, Naked Giant." She arched her brow at the kid he was man-handling. He may even recognize Brickson now that she'd used the alias that the news had bestowed him. "Maybe you should turn down his business proposition, kid." Lori winked at the youth who was beyond escaping attention now. Not with the excitable Brickson shouting every now and then. Lori probably wasn't helping any considering her attire...

“Still easy on the eyes aren’t you ummm… errr…. Sheila?”

"You can't even remember my name..." She turned to the kid clearly shocked and looking for support, "I could tell him anything and he'd believe me." She explained to the teleporter, "Doesn't even matter what name I say. He won't remember it next week." Involving the kid was a good way to be able to insult Brickson when Brickson was standing right there. Ah the joys of being not so subtle.

Lori folded her arms across her silk top not impressed by Brickson's offer, but still... she wanted to know what it was that brought the big guy out into the public eye today. "Jenny." Lori sighed tragically, supplying the false name that she had told Brickson last time they met. She was of course introducing herself to the teleporter, but she wanted to use the same name just incase inspiration struck the giant and he remembered. "Not that he'd remember or anything." She muttered piteously to herself.