Chicago is so last year (open)

The cold air blew through the busy streets of New York, carrying the normal city sounds and chatter of a big city to Animas' ears. Luckily enough, the sun was shining and it was not snowing, which was an a-typical break from the current weather pattern which was afflicting the area. Bundled in a coat, Animas shivered despite the fact that he wasn't very cold at all. No, this was a rather disgusted chill brought from a past memory which he quickly squelched. Things had changed so much from his youth that it was almost as if he was a completely different person. Back then, he had still lumped himself with the horrific mass known as 'humanity'.

That was when he still went by Lorenzo, a name given to him by his very human parents who shunned him when he was young. A name that he cast down quickly when he discovered that he was different from the rest of the judgmental and hostile mass. Not paying attention, Animas stepped off a curve. He was only let in on his error when a yellow cab screeched to a halt in front of him, the cabbie laying on the horn and shouting something that Animas did not understand. Animas looked up, shaken and stepped back onto the sidewalk. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. What good could he do if he was dead? What 'good' could he do anyhow?

Lorenzo walked on into the cold wind. He didn't even bother to throw the cautious glance around that most humans did when they walked around the streets of a big city. Getting mugged was not on the list of things that he feared. Besides, it was broad daylight and most of these crimes happened at night. Even if someone did approach him, it would be the assailant that found themselves on the receiving end of an unpleasant surprise. It was, however, not too safe for Animas to walk around not paying attention, so he turned in the direction of Central Park and began the process of finding a place to clear his mind.

A bench on the side of the path was a perfect place for Lorenzo to reside while trying not to get himself in trouble. These days, it was dangerous for mutants to be exposed and Lorenzo's temper was known to get the better of him. Unintentionally, he could land himself in a camp by flying off the handle in an accident that he himself caused, and internment was not on top of Animas' list of things to do. With Stalkers and Sentinels running around, it would not be easy to make oneself scarce if a stupid mistake was made.