Gabriel sat against a tree looking across central park, he could see the stage where his freerunning competition had been, it was being taken down progressively. He smiled, he couldn't help but wonder how long it would be before the circuit offered him another chance to defend his title. He smiled lazily, he enjoyed relaxing in the afternoon sun.

Time passed and not much happened, Gabriel seemed to be in quite a quiet area. He decided it was safe to fiddle with his mutation a bit. He ran one of his hands through his jet black hair, before looking at his hand. He forced a thin metal wire through one of the pores in his hand.

Gabriel watched as it poked out, he always expected it to hurt as it rammed its way through his skin, like a snake breaking from it's egg for the very first time, or a worm from the ground very early in the morning. He used his mutation control to guide the wire around slightly.

He made the wire wrap around his arm like a small snake the wire was quite sharp at the tip, and he had experienced it's piercing powers before. They were scarily powerful, he scarcely used them for fear of being found out by someone. He guided the wire further up his arm until the tip was not far from his face.

Then suddenly he retracted the wire watching it suck back into his hand. He peered at where the wire had gone in, there was no scar or mark, it was strange. It was like certain areas of his skin were very flexible for the wires, but he never found it to become an issue when he wasn't using the wires.

He smiled as he leant back, pulling a beer from his bag, he released one of his wires and pulled the top off the beer, before using another to hold it and guide the beer to his mouth every time he wanted a sip. He was fortunate in the fact that if anyone were to come his way he could retract it and hide his mutation completely.

It was a beautiful day and Juka fully intended to take advantage of that fact. The sun was out, the temperature was warm and there was no rain to be seen. After a meticulous hour of ensuring the perfect appearance and that not a hair was out of place he decided on a ride to Central Park. And so, after feeding his kittens Ninetales and Jolteon he had caught a taxi to central park. He had been using his bubbles as transport too often lately, he had decided, and it was time that he return tot he people and travel in the way of regular humans for once. Exiting the cab he bowed elaborately to the driver and left a generous tip.

Juka began walking aimlessly within Central Park, not having any particular destination in mind and simply admiring the beauty around him. Even the humans were beautiful, in their way, especially those that turned and stared adoringly at him. He smiled back glowingly at his admiring fans. It wasn't their fault that they admired him so, how could they not when he was as beautiful and amazing as he was? And soon they would admire him all the more when he had his band and was playing to his hordes of worshipers once again.

As Juka walked he began to feel just the slightest bit dissatisfied. He really must be getting far to used to being able to bubble around everywhere, he decided, since walking now seemed slow and laborious. All he wanted to do was to lift off of the ground and float effortlessly into the sky. Imagine all of the adoring stares he would get then, people wouldn't be able to help but admire his profound grace and beauty when he was hovering above them in all his glory. But, in with much sorrow, he decided against it. For all his lack of common sense about practical day to day matters, he at least knew enough to recognize that mutants were not exactly openly accepted by many and if he was to pull a stunt like that more likely than not he would end up needing to run for his life. Not that he couldn't run (or float as it were) faster than any human, but it just didn't seem like a fun way to spend an afternoon.

So caught up in his own private thoughts was he that Juka just barely managed to catch himself before accidentally running into a tattooed man under a tree. "Oh my," he said, by way of apology, just as he nearly collided with the man. He didn't immediately notice the wires. "You really should be more visible or you might get hurt," Juka scolded, looking down at the man. But he smiled happily despite his scolding tone. "I almost stepped on you." He extended a hand, not even thinking that the other might not want to talk to him (he was Juka Miami after all and that meant that everyone wanted to talk to him) or that there might be certain dangers in shaking hands with strangers. "Juka Miami and I am sooo sorry to have almost stepped on you."

Gabriel was quite happy with how things were going, he was nice and relaxed, it was a peaceful day until some cretin stumbled into him almost standing on him. He quickly retracted the wire into his hand before the new entrant to his day manage to see it. Gabriel peered up at the man as he attempted to scold Gabriel for sitting under a tree and relaxing. Or at least he thought it was a he. He sounded a bit like a he, but looked like a she.

To avoid offence Gabriel would treat the newcomer as anyone else and wait for he or she to introduce his or herself. Hearing his name announced to him Gabriel shook the guys hand. "The names Gabriel, but you can call me Showtime. You should watch were you're going mate, don't know where you could of ended up kiddo." He said leaning back slightly and swigging his beer.

"Seeing as though you are here you may as well take a seat, you don't look like the type who has somewhere to be. Can I interest you in a beer?" He took another swig of his british home grown ale, taking great satisfaction in it's taste, reminding him of fond memories.

"Showtime. Are you a performer?" Juka beamed gloriously down at him. Despite having been in the city for more than a month he still hadn't gotten together a group of musicians in order to start up his band and a critical look at the man on the ground told him that he just might be dashing enough to be worthy of being on stage with him. If, that was, he was any sort of performer and, in particular, a performer that could play an instrument.

And then he registered, slightly belatedly it was true, that he had just been called "kiddo" and couldn't help but giggle at the title. He had been called many things in the past, most of them some sort of compliment or endearment, many of which were more than a little worshipful, some of which were comments on his occasional lapse of common sense and occasionally comments relating to not appreciating a man hitting on another man, but "kiddo" was definately a first.

It took Juka a few minutes to restrain his giggling amusement but when he did he settled himself gracefully upon the ground beside Showtime, silently bemoaning the fact that his skirts might get soiled upon the ground and wishing he could just bubble himself right there in public. Oh how he wished he didn't have to hid the fact that he was a mutant. "I am afraid, darling, that I do not drink," Juka responded to the offer with an apologetic smile. He dug in his purse and pulled out a bottle of water. "But I would most certainly enjoy that company of someone as beautiful as you are, dear hart, especially if, as your name suggests, you are some sort of performer."