(OOC: This thread is set to take place shortly after people went Chibi.)

Hank didn't really want to venture too far from the Sanctuary, but he felt cramped being inside the place. He needed to get outside and move. Thankfully Central Park wasn't too far away, and it was huge. When he saw one of the playgrounds, he rushed towards it. It had all the things a park for kids of all ages should have, slides, swings, monkey bars, jungle gyms, teeter-totters, merry-go-round, and more.

His parents would never have let him wander away so far without someone watching him, but they weren't around. He still didn't really know what had happened, and he wasn't sure if he cared or not. He was pretty much free. Free and kind of alone.

Most of the kids and their parents had picked up and left the moment Hank had entered the area of the park, rather hurriedly at that. The rest stuck around for a little while longer, but kept their distance. Hank didn't really blame them for that, he did look kind of scary. He tried to be nice and friendly, but he got little for his effort. After the remaining few stopped one of their group from talking and trying to interact with Hank, he began to ignore them.

After a time, he was the only one in the park, which seemed too big without anyone else there. He watched people and kids take a large path around the park, or steer a path that took them away from the park. Hank hadn't meant to, but he might have broken one of the wood supports on the playground when he got irritated. Irritated at all the humans, the humans walking around, looking at him like he should be good enough to roll over and die. Humans, looking at him like he's the cause of all the problems in the world.

Hank lay down on a large teeter-totter and used his tail to tip it back and forth.

Devyn was depressed. It wasn't an emotion she was used to because normally her life was so full with training and school and family and a million other things that she didn't have time to be depressed. Stressed sure, she was well familiar with that emotion, but not depression. She life had too much meaning to submit to such a lesser emotion.

Except now she didn't have any of that. Skydancer had woken up, so very recently, in a strange place far away from anything and anyone she knew and to make matters even worse, she woke up purple. Now, discovering that she was a mutant wasn't so bad, it was something of a dream come true really. But discovering that she was a freak who couldn't even pretend to be normal, well, that was different and a whole lot worse.

Not only was Devyn in a strange place with strange abilities she didn't know the first thing about actually controlling, but she was starting to go a little stir crazy. She couldn't' remember the last time she actually had a full day of doing nothing; future Olympians couldn't afford such days. Now, however, she didn't have anything at all to do, she was just a lost little girl in a big strange Mansion. She knew she wasn't the only one, but somehow that didn't really make things any better.

Deciding that she had to do something or go completely crazy, Devyn took careful look at a map and decided that Central Park wasn't too far away. Despite the warm weather, she wore a long heavy jacket and a wide brimmed hat, in an effort to hide her newly distinctive purple skin. The last thing she needed was to attract the wrong kind of attention and have someone try and hurt her.

When Devyn finally arrived at Central Park, she found a swing and sat down, feet dangling over the ground and eyes pointed downwards. After a short while passed, she looked up and spotted another mutant, this one hard to miss and, it seemed, just as alone as she was. Feeling just a little bit nervous about approaching a strange mutant, she got up and walked over to him. "Hi. I'm Devyn." Purple hands were held in front of her, fidgeting nervously.

Gina had decided that the city was big. And, beyond that, the city was bigger. She still hadn’t figured-out that she was in New York—after all, rationally, the closest large cities to Mendocino were either Portland or San Francisco. Gina didn’t know which, but to think that she was in New York was absurd. Besides which, Gina had never been to San Francisco, so didn’t know what it was like—the same went for New York City. Thus, the little ten-year-old fashioned herself a belt, tied to the very last loop, and set out going from adult-to-adult, asking if they had seen her mommy or brothers. Some of the adults were mean, and quickly said no. Others would stop and ask her what her family looked like, to which Gina would reply, “Tall, and pretty, and blond. Not like me at all.”

Some would help her search but, when finding nothing, would suggest she go to the cops. That usually resulted in Gina running off. But, anywhere was better than the big house that she’d been sent to. By a pure strike of chance, she also wound-up at the enormous park, when fleeing from an adult who was particularly adamant about her seeing a police officer. Gina bolted into a forested area, through the bushes and trees, moving with an agility that was only obtainable by children. Gina was distancing herself well and with-ease, and saw a break in the trees. Once she hit open-ground, she’d have to move fast and find a hiding spot quickly, before the adult caught-up with her.

As Gina ran into an open stretch of green, the sunlight assaulted her brown eyes, which swiveled about until they spotted a play structure in the distance, one around which there were few adults, if any, and two child-sized people. Perfect. Gina broke out into a sprint, tiny wings clamping to her back to make herself more aerodynamic. She spied an enclosed slide and bolted up it, scrambling through the hole until she couldn’t see either end of the tunnel. Properly concealed, Gina jammed herself there, her heart hammering in her chest.

Moments later, a full-grown, and very human adult came jogging through the trees, towards the playground. And, when they didn’t spy Gina, they continued onward. Gina scrabbled the rest of the way up the enclosed slide, poking only her head out, and peering around, spying the retreating form of her adult pursuer. When she was certain that they weren’t going to return, the petite gargoyle wriggled out of the slide and onto the platform, standing up shakily. She could not recognize Devyn from this angle, with the hat and the long coat, but she spied the lizard-boy and sat down quickly. He was almost as mutated as her, maybe even more! Gina rose again, peeking over the partition that hid her, so that only the crown of her head, her eyes, and her nose showed.

She had to be quiet, like a spy.

His long, powerful tail was wrapped around the teeter-totters frame and the other end of the board in a way that he was able to lift himself by pulling down on it. Hank lay on the teeter totter with his head resting on his crossed arms, one leg dangling off the board limply, the other straight out behind him. He had no idea how long he had been doing it. After some time though, he had heard a few creaks and light squeals from somewhere else in the playground.

He lifted his head from his arms ever so slightly and opened one eye. His pupil narrowed as the sunlight struck his face. Hank's eye watered as he stifled a yawn, blurring his view of the park a bit. He saw a vague, hazy, blurred person on one of the swings. He thought he saw a long coat and a hat, but it didn't strike him as too odd. Hank had realized fairly quickly, that temperature was something he wasn't really able to tell anymore, for all he knew, it was pretty cool and there was a chill breeze. So he turned his head away from the swings and the rest of the playground and lay his head down again.

He had hardly had time to get comfortable again before he heard feet moving across the ground, stop and then a voice. "Hi. I'm Devyn."

His head lifted up, eyes shut tight as a very large yawn overcame him. His mouth opened very wide and the intake of breath was like a small bellows. He let the air out in a quick rush as his jaw snapped shut. Turning his head he looked in the direction of the voice, blinking his eyes rapidly a few times before his second eyelid slid over his eyes and cleared the excess water from them. Unwinding his tail from the teeter totter he took a look at the person and realized it was the one from the swing.

"Hey," He said a bit tightly as he tried to repress another yawn, "Hank. I didn't think it was cold or windy enough for a coat like tha.." He trailed off as he got a better look at the girl, tilting his head a bit. He couldn't help a bubbly, childish laugh to fill him as he spoke, "Purple people eater!"

He probably would have laughed a bit longer if he hadn't seen something hadn't caught his attention from off in the distance on the other side of the playground. It looked like a young girl was running flat out from something. He saw things coming from her back, but he couldn't make them out clearly. Hank's tail raised up from behind him to point in the direction the girl had been coming. She seemed very quick, as she scrambled into one of the slides.

Looking at Devyn, "Does that tend to happen a lot?" Hanks saw a man coming from the same direction as the girl. He watched the man enter the playground area and look around. Hank smiled a toothy smile and waved a sharply clawed hand slightly at the man when their eyes met. He followed the man with his eyes until he was out of sight. "Maybe I shouldn't thumped him, or stopped him at least," Still looking in the direction the man went, he inclined his head to Devyn and asked, "Whaddya think?"

Hank didn't see the girl peeking at himself and Devyn, but he was sure she was still around.

When people who looked pretty and normal, like normal people should look, made fun of her purple skin, it made Devyn depressed and unhappy. It wasn't her fault that she had become some sort of purple freak so why did people insist on making her feel so bad because of it? Besides, it wasn't like they were pointing out some grand discovery that she wasn't aware of; she knew better than they that she now had purple skin because she was the one who had to live with it every single day. She found it wasn't nearly so bad, somehow, when someone else who was one of the freaks commented on it, however. It was almost like they were in some sort of secret club or something that only the strange ones could be a part of.

"Well, I might be purple but I'm pretty sure I haven't eaten any people recently." Devyn giggled along with her new friend Hank. In a weird way, it was easier to make new friends now because they were both in a super secret club of freaks and so of course they had to be friends, right? When she thought of it that way, it almost wasn't so bad being stared at wherever she went because now she wasn't the only one with that problem.

Noticing her new friend's distraction, Devyn turned around and tried to peer out at what was going on. At first all she spotted was the man, but then she noticed the girl running as well. "Hey, I think that's Gina!" Much like her and Hank, it was kind of hard to miss Gina, with her grey skin and wings. Yup, she was part of the super secret club as well. Though now that she thought about it, maybe the club couldn't be so secret with them all sticking out so obviously all the time.

"I hope she's not in trouble." Devy frowned, turning back to Hank as Gina disappeared from her line of vision. "Do you think maybe we should try to find her? To make sure? I don't think she's used to being out on her own. And, we're both in a strange city away from friends and family." A surge of emotion welled up inside of her as she thought of her family back home and whether or not she would ever see them again. She didn't cry because future Olympians didn't cry, but it was a closer thing than she would have admitted.

Gina watched as the two continued interacting, and paid the gargoyle little heed. Perhaps she would go over, but she wanted to wait until the scary adult was long-gone. Her wide brown eyes followed the man along the sidewalk upon which he jogged, and he still shouted for her. Gina hadn’t told him her name, only that she was lost, so he just shouted for the “little demon girl” up until he disappeared around a low, sloping hill that was crowned in trees. Gina rose her head more noticeably, so that her head and shoulders were fully exposed. Her gaze meandered around cautiously as she began to ascend from the tower of the playground. She still moved rather carefully, as if she were a deer in a meadow frequented by hunters—each step, cautious, eyes swiveling about.

She crept along until she was within a few steps of the rubber surface that constituted the ground of the playground, at which point she took shelter behind a giant tic-tac-toe board, composed of rotating pieces. She rose, to her full height, now much closer to the other kids. She didn’t recognize Devyn, who was now wearing a different outfit, nor did she recognize the lizard boy. But Gina saw that the boy was a lizard boy, which put the gargoyle at-ease (for the most part), and anyone who spoke with a lizard-boy would probably talk to her. Therefore, these people were probably okay people.

“Is he gone?” Gina inquired, in a voice that wasn’t very surreptitious. Though she’d seen the man slip out of sight, she needed the confirmation of more diligent eyes. Maybe the man who she had seen disappear had been another man altogether, “He was going to take me to the fuzz!”

She coined this term from her next-eldest brother Dante, who would frequently refer to “police officers” with that terminology.

Hank made a somewhat grossed out expression. "Yeah, I don't think they'd taste very good...Not that I can taste anything anyway, but, yeah." He laughed again, though it was shortly lived.

"Gina? Your friend?" Hank glanced back toward the playground he had seen the girl hide in before looking back towards the retreating man. He got up off the teeter-totter and stood up. He was only 10, but with this body he had woken up in, he already over five and a half feet tall, and his tail was nearly twice that long. "Can't hurt to look, right?" He said as the man went out of view. 'If he was chasing her for no good reason, I can go chase him down and drag him back.' Hank thought to himself. The thought of draging the man back against his will filled him with a slight shiver of joy, something he had never felt before waking up in this body.

Hank looked at Devyn and was a little downcast as he spoke again. "I don't know bout being away from your family. I think I would want them to be far away. I grew up here...No one is at my house, least no one I know. Like my parents just, ya know, vanished and left me."

As he stepped around the teeter-totter he fell into a crouched walk, something he had become very comfortable doing, it kept his tail off the ground for the most part, usually. He didn't get very far before he heard someone speak up, probably this Gina girl. He looked around but he hadn't caught where it was came from. "From I can see, yeah." Looking to Devyn, "What's the 'fuzz'?" Hank had never heard that term before, at least not like that. Fuzz was stuff that got stuck to your shirt or socks or something like that, not a person or a place. At least he didn't think so.