A few eggs from the kitchen were all he needed, nothing destructive so to speak just something to focus a bit better. Not knowing exactly what the limits were to many things, he didn't mind pressing things. By day there wasn't much he could do with working on his mutation skills and he wasn't overly enthusiastic about mingling with his fellow peers during the hours of the day. Having the lower hand on just knowing the building was enough for him to skirt about the school during the day trying to be nothing more then another face in the crowd. Not easy to do when he was the new guy lurking about.

He knew one kid, sorta. The funky flying monkey, or whatever she was. The petite girl has an appetite that could match his own and then some possibly. Whatever, not that it mattered in the slightest. With the morning fresh and early winter frost still covering the ground. If he had any luck, he could get to the roof or something and waste the day away getting some good free running in.

Weaving in and out of the hallways, he could still find himself backtracking now and then with a wrong turn or two. It was when he drew closer to the room where he knew the Taylor woman had her office his steps would slow down. Wishing more then ever there were decent shadows to hide in, he could hear hush voices from the other side of the door. Not that it mattered much or not if he had anything to hide in since she had that annoying attribute of nullifying his powers completely. She might have suggested seeing how close he had to be near her to figure out her little bubble area, but he certainly wasn't going to do something like that. He preferred doing things on his own terms and not with her idea. Bad enough he found it more easing on his mind sleeping in her car in the garage instead of in the room she gave him.

Inching closer to the door, he took extra attention to avoid the floor board he found that creaked. With the door open just a sliver, he tried to catch a glimpse of what was going on, but all he could see was that damn desk. Moving all three eggs into his one hand, Hokee carefully inched yet closer to the door. He would have to do this old school. Bringing his head close to the door, he closed his one eye as the other peered through the old fashion key hole.

The colors were distinct, and he didn't need to see the full form to know what was going on behind closed doors. He knew a pig when he saw one, even if it was the special branch that dealt with mutants. She was chatting away to the cops, turning him in. He knew it. That bitch. That lying bitch. Springing from his spot, his feet were already propelling his body down the hall. So much for using the eggs for dexterity purposes, one by one they flew at the door holding back the deceiving woman.

Gaining speed down the hallway he could live with at least the satisfaction that prior to leaving his slumbering lounge, he replaced the license plate upside down on purpose. He should have found something of higher worth to keep her word to him. Never, he should have never agreed to staying there even if he had been heading to the Mansion from the beginning. "You lying s***."

Slamming hard into the door for the stairs to lead to the roof, he slid to catch a sight behind him. "You s***, you big s***." The curses flew from his mouth like gasoline on a raging fire. "You lying bitch!" Speeding up the stairs in leaps of three steps, he was soon thudding through another door. The crisp air hit his lungs hard as he inhaled. Pushing himself harder, he charged straight towards a wall, With his feet in a furry, he charged up at the wall with a jump. Stretching his arms, his finger tips dug for a grip hold to pull himself up. Rolling over the edge, he laid on the concrete roof of one of the other fire escapes. His chest rapidly pulsating, it was only a matter of time before he would have to go on the run again. This was not a safe place, she called the cops on him and he would be carted away. S***.

It didn't take her much time to find him. Or to find out who he was. By the time she saw the eggs dripping off her door and the wall beside it, there were students gathering; they heard the yelling and couldn't resist a bit of drama. She only had to ask. Everyone wants the new kid to have a talk with Mama. And if they don't, they just hope Mama will talk to him and make him feel better.
She had to go around to the fire escape; she was not as good a climber as a scared teenage boy. She could hold her own if she wanted to, but she doubted he would go anywhere anytime soon.
Climbing up onto the roof, she took a deep breath of the crisp autumn air, and looked around, spotting him some way away. Stepping away from the edge of the roof, just in case, she folded her arms calmly.

"You want to tell me what just happened?..."

How long would he have before the helicopters and search lights broke out in the sky and stare down on him? Throwing the eggs might have not helped his cause in the slightest either. It wouldn't be the first time he would be charged for vandalism, and if he ever got out of a detention facility, it most certainly wouldn't be his last act of it either. Should he go quietly when the cops swarm the roof top or could he risk a great escape from the roof? If only he had more time at the place, he might have been able to figure out the schismatics of it.

Shimming down a level or two couldn't be that hard, and there was sure to be an open window about. Jump in through a window and he could find his room to gather what little he had and make a bolt. Though wouldn't they expect him to do just that? Clothes weren't all that important, he could always find more if needed....

The cold concrete under his body felt comfortable against his sore body. Sleeping in the back seat of a car wasn't the most comfortable option, but at least sleeping there he wouldn't have to wonder if a late night ride to the police station would happen. If only he knew how to tap the phone lines, he might have been able to bolt before they came to collect him.

The clanging of the door opening echoed on the roof top. Heart racing, he could each pound like claps of thunder echoing between his ears. Police....s***. He hadn't expected that one voice though, a voice that boiled his blood. Crisp Autumn air or not, he could feel an intensity about himself he couldn't explain. The rush of adrenaline was vastly different now then in the past, an anticipation of sorts.

"No, you explain to me." Part of him wanted to jump down and and run his feet across her face like it were pavement but another part of him dreaded the conversation , wanting to sink himself into the smallest of shadows. "I saw you, saw what you were doing. Condescending con. You lying bitch." Lifting himself off from his back, his feet v'ed out into a pouncing position.

"You're turf your rules, more like your house of deceit and cons. How many have you turned in? Huh? Go and do all the work of the pigs, how much they paying you for that?" Rising to his full height he looked down upon the distant figure. "I'm not going with them."

>>"No, you explain to me. I saw you, saw what you were doing. Condescending con. You lying bitch."

She did not expect that.
...
All right, so she kind of did, but she was still not sure what just happened, and until she found out, she really had no clue how to react. The kid was obviously very upset. Even for him, calling her names was not normal. She did bring him here, after all, and he stuck around longer than he promised....

>>"You're turf your rules, more like your house of deceit and cons. How many have you turned in? Huh? Go and do all the work of the pigs, how much they paying you for that? I'm not going with them."

She looked up at him.

"Going with wh..." she blinked "... oh. Oh." she blinked again "Holy hell."

With a sigh, she walked closer to see his face, and his eyes, more clearly. She moved slowly, trying to avoid giving him the mpression that she was trying to use her powers.

"You saw me talking to Jorge." she said, looking up. It was not a question. "He works for MRC, but I never said anything to him about you. He's my boyfriend."

At this point, pretty much everyone in the Mansion knew that. She might as well tell him.

Each step closer she took, his eyes drifted further away from her. She must have come up first, have the cops hiding in the stairwell waiting for her to fool him again into a false sense of security. She wasn't the person he needed to watch right now, there had to be someone else lurking about just itching to cuff him. "Nothing holy about it, you're going straight there you cu--" Wait, did she just say she was dating the cop he saw. As if that was going to make matters any better. Dating a cop, a cop of all people! What the hell did he get stuck in now?

He wanted a place to go where he didn't have to worry about the flashing lights. She said she'd give it...he also wanted the keys to the car and had to settle for the license plate instead. That bitch, she did the same thing to him that he did to her. Can't have one thing, look for the loop hole and still get what you wanted. Why make a fuss and get flashing lights to blare up the driveway full of sirens when she could just have her little boyfriend waltz in and take him off.

MCR. The mutant division....crap, s***, s***. Her words held less value as her mouth bled out broken promises. Dating a normal cop was one thing, but a cop that was with the MCR, this was worse. She must know he was a mutant now. Great, getting carted off now wouldn't give him a fair trial in any court. Juvenile or not, he'd be seen as a freak adult. Life behind bars, that's all her words meant.

"Sure you didn't, and this place doesn't harbor a crap load of mutants either." His gaze shifted about again, no one else was up there. Fine if they wanted to play a little game of sit and wait for her to talk him out, whatever. He was certain he could outrun any police officer any day. Donuts eating gluttons they were. "What do you do, pick and choose who you sell off? Keep only the ones that look like freak experiments gone wrong and toss the normal ones to the wolves? You bitch, you stupid lying bitch."

His dark eyes searched the rooftop for his grand escape. He'd need something that was going to work, something that he could dart in and out of so he wouldn't have to face the chance of getting shot with whatever mutant stuns they might have. One to many movies, reality and fantasy quickly blurred together. "S***."

>>"Sure you didn't, and this place doesn't harbor a shit load of mutants either. What do you do, pick and choose who you sell off? Keep only the ones that look like freak experiments gone wrong and toss the normal ones to the wolves? You bitch, you stupid lying bitch."

Gemma's eyes flared, and out came the Look. The one that hits the inner child in every person; the one that tells you MOTHER KNOWS BEST, and you'd better agree with that or you will be grounded into oblivion. That was the look that bitch-slapped the burning Angel of Judgement; that was the look that made Halloween nightmares cower in fear.

"You. Will not talk to me like that." she was calm like the eye of the storm "I did not lie to you, and I will not tolerate being accused of it. Now, you can use your brain and listen, or you can keep sitting up here and wait for the police to show up until you get bored of it. Because they won't."

She still did not know anything about this kid. Not even his name. But whatever he had done before, he was in trouble with the police, and that made him suspicious and wild. He would not trust anyone, and Gemma was not surprised at that. But she did have to figure out how to handle him, or she would end up doing exactly what he was afraid of...

The Look, the damn look of death. Some reason it just wasn't the same coming from someone who had more wrinkles on their face then grains of sand on the beach. Still, the Look was the Look. If she didn't want him to talk to her the way he was, well tough she shouldn't lie to him and make fake hopes seem realistic. Woman or not, she wasn't his mother and had no legal rights over him. The glare was just a glare, another lie across her knitted brows.

"Why. Why date that?" He could humor her, if give her at least that bit of satisfaction. "Isn't it enough already mutants are just shit around you and then you go date that." The dreadlocks swayed side to side with the movements of his head. "You just have to suck the life out then leave nothing behind." The squinted eyes grew narrower. "Protect keep safe...its all BS and you know it."

With a sharp turn, his back went towards her as he searched the rooftop in the other direction. He had every intention to drop his pants right there and give her a full moon. That would give her a clear view of what she could go and kiss, instead he turned around and stared back down at her. "Your democracy is nothing but backstabbing. Just wait to feel the wrath of the Nation, those drums will change your tune. You're beloved forefathers were drunk on power and kept the Nation quiet by poisoning us with your alcohol. Sick of that s***, sick of your laws, sick of every damn happy family and I'm sick of you smiling."

>>"Why. Why date that? Isn't it enough already mutants are just shit around you and then you go date that. You just have to suck the life out then leave nothing behind. Protect keep safe...its all bullshit and you know it."

At this point, he was just throwing a tantrum. Gemma had seen enough of that to know the only thing to do was stay calm and let him blow off all the steam. You don't yell at kids having a tantrum, and definitely don't try to reason with them. Just let them scream and fail.

>>"Your democracy is nothing but backstabbing. Just wait to feel the wrath of the Nation, those drums will change your tune. You're beloved forefathers were drunk on power and kept the Nation quiet by poisoning us with your alcohol. Sick of that shit, sick of your laws, sick of every damn happy family and I'm sick of you smiling."

The Nation. The kid was from a rez. That alone was information enough for Jorge to track him down in she asked him. She could find out who he was in no time. He probably knew it too. And obviously did not care.

"And you are telling that to a black woman from downtown Baltimore." she sighed, looking up at him; she still had not moved from where she was standing. He could have run away, but apparently he still had things to say. She did not smile.

"A few months ago, the parents of one of my students showed up here, calling us demons and devils. They burned and branded their own daughter to exorcise her of her powers, and they brought in a fire mutant to do the rest. I had never been so scared in my life. I also have never been so angry. Neither has Jorge."

She looked up at him.

"When I say no one is going to come for you while you are here, I mean it. Whether you believe me or not, it's your choice. Give yourself a chance. All I ask is that you sit down, and talk to me."

Through the slitted eyes, the pupils rolled from one end to the other. Talking to a black woman, yeah like he never heard that one from any minority before. At least she wasn't throwing the whole slave crap at him, that always pissed the hell out of him more then anything else. She wasn't worth his time, at least not on this matter. He was pleased though that for once she wasn't using that dumb smile. Smiles just were over rated at times and it seemed like no matter how far he pushed her, she always smiled. Messed up if nothing else.

"Mutant hating parents hire a mutant to take care of their kid. That makes no sense." So she had his attention, for now. "If you are an adapt, why didn't your little bubble thing stop it? And if you say what you say is true, how do I know that your word can be trusted. You obviously couldn't protect whoever that was, you can't protect me either. Not even your little...boyfriend." To busy playing house with him to do anything, little harlot.

Lowering himself to sit, he let his feet dangle off the side. "So you saying I'm stuck here behind those gates." Either way he was stuck behind bars, though his choice of prison would be different. Did he want to be stuck in those orange suits and fighting his way among the scum again. "My chance of survival is all dependent on your bubble area and some pig that can take me away at any moment."

>>"Mutant hating parents hire a mutant to take care of their kid. That makes no sense. If you are an adapt, why didn't your little bubble thing stop it? And if you say what you say is true, how do I know that your word can be trusted. You obviously couldn't protect whoever that was, you can't protect me either. Not even your little...boyfriend."

"That's where you are wrong." she said "My aura did stop the mutant. The police took him and the parents away. The girl still lives here. But I did not protect her alone. As soon as the parents showed up, all the students who were nearby came to help us defend her. Everyone did everything they could. That's the point, see? It's not me protecting a school full of kids. It's me helping them protect each other."

She had his attention. And he did sit down. And he did talk.

>>"So you saying I'm stuck here behind those gates. My chance of survival is all dependent on your bubble area and some pig that can take me away at any moment."

"This has nothing to do with my bubble" she continued her explanation as she sat down too, a carefully calculated distance from him. "You can leave any time you want, no one will stop you. It's not a deal, or a demand. It's a chance. I don't know what you are running from, but I am pretty sure you don't want to keep running all your life."

Turning his head to the side, he let the words hang in the air. So she might have stopped one mutant, but other ones defended the so called kid who was the focus of the attack. If the places were switched and he was the one standing there facing the flashing lights to take him away, would the inhabitants of the place fight against the police for him to stay? Highly doubtful. Flashing lights had a way of making people throw each other the truck.

"A few years is all I need." Lifting his legs up from the edge, he kept his focus elsewhere. He couldn't trust her completely, and he was anticipating the barging of police officers still. "I need a car." With a pause he looked at her before looking away again. "A legal one." In a year legally he could get his drivers permit and then it was a only a matter of time before he could take his drivers test and drive legally. He wasn't worried about passing the test or not, he could handle a car fine. For the most part.

>>"A few years is all I need. I need a car."

The worst of his anger was over; now he was thinking. Gemma relaxed a bit; he was not going to bolt. But she still had to tread carefully if she did not want to scare him away. From the place that might be the only chance he gets in his life.

"We can talk about that" she nodded "Some of our students have cars, and others are learning to drive. I can't give you a car just like that, but that is something we can work on."

She sounded serious. Cars were the least of her problems. If he wanted to run, he would run, with or without a car.

"How old are you?"

The question came natural from the topic. She didn't know his name, or where he came from; but if he wanted to talk about cars, she would talk about cars. Drivers licences came with an age restriction though. So, she asked, looking at him, letting him know she was paying attention.

No sirens, no flashing lights.

No flashing lights still, this was a good thing. He certainly wasn't coming down from he perch though. He sucked he wasn't going to be handed a car, but at least she was willing to let him get one. This was cool. "I know how to drive, I just need the legal stuff." Flexing his fingers out, he tried to keep himself limber and alert. Who knew how long this truce of sorts would last before he was deceived yet again. "And I don't want that guy in the car with me. You're 'boyfriend' or not I'm not going in a car with any pig."

Looking off to the side his mouth wanted to spit out unreasonable answers. She wouldn't know for sure how old he was unless he told her and even then it wouldn't make much of a difference. He didn't care if he wasn't old enough to drive yet or not, it was just legal shit in his way. He could pass for an older age, he was sure of it. As long as he drove semi sane, he shouldn't have to worry about being pulled over at all. Hell, he made it practically to the Mansion on his own via trucks and cars.

"Old enough." There no straight answer. The more personal information he gave her, the more power she would have over him and that was not something he needed. She might have the upper hand on having a cop boyfriend but he could figure how to get out of tricky situations, or he thought so. "Purple, a nice purple clunker that I can fix up nice."

>>"I know how to drive, I just need the legal stuff. And I don't want that guy in the car with me. You're 'boyfriend' or not I'm not going in a car with any pig."

Yup, he obviously had problems with the police. Gemma wondered how serious it was. It was probably less serious than the kid thought; teenagers tended to believe they were the wildest person on the planet, when all they did was steal a car.

>>"Old enough. Purple, a nice purple clunker that I can fix up nice."

"That's your business." she shrugged. Purple or no purple, really didn't make any difference, as long as he was not breaking the law. "But you can't do the 'legal stuff' without some paperwork."

That was obvious. Also, Gemma was not done talking to him yet. Asking his name was still out of the question.

"So. Which Nation were you talking about earlier?" she asked curiously, wondering how far he had to run...

No flipping out on him yet, this was good. Yet it was odd. She was keeping to a non smiling face, which was nice, but at the same time it was a bit strange as well. HE couldn't tell any more on what he wanted. It was rather difficult to know for sure and he hadn't a clear idea of what it was anymore that was his motivation through everything. His mind was clouding in ways he couldn't understand. It was just easier when he yelled at her and she said something witty back, not this whole actually listening to him thing. She was up to something.

The squinted eyes stared down at Taylor. "Onondaga....Why you planning on taking a drive down there or something?" He didn't like her knowing things, yet there he was telling her exactly which nation he was from. If he was smart he could have said one of the other four but he didn't. It was difficult to think clearly with her being all...nice.

"I'm not going back and expect hell if you try bringing them here." Up on his feet again, the teen walked in a small circle looking about. "That guy...I don't want him near me ever. I don't like that lot, Mutant relations or whatever they are the same. I don't trust him, and I sure don't trust you." With a pause he jumped down from his spot. "You got people who can make fake id's or anything?"