Adam Major - Times Square, New York City (Christmas Eve)

Adam opened the door to the Escalade and was confronted with a furious breeze of cold air. He pulled his knit scarf up past his mouth and began to rub his frost bitten hands together in attempt to warm them. With no luck, he stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and inhaled some of the cold air through his nostrils. "It's a good thing I'm not playing guitar tonight, huh?" He turned to their keyboardist Chuck who was busy unloading his own musical equipment.

A pale face covered in shaggy dreads peeked out from behind the van with an annoyed expression. "Yeah. Or, you could just wear gloves like the rest of us, Jerk." Chuck smiled as he said this, and set his keyboard on the newly assembled keyboard stand.

Feelings satisfied with himself, Adam exhaled slowly while relaxing his shoulders. He always got tense before a big show, and it made him anxious knowing there would be so many people watching them tonight. It had been a couple of days since he had fed on anyone considering the band always locked themselves away from civilization before shows like Jingle Ball, and that meant he wouldn't get to leech on anyone. The band didn't have to spend so long practicing since they had a secret weapon to keep people listening, but they were all for the most part true musicians and wanted to put on a good performance each time. There would be other performers at Jingle Ball, and he didn't need any tabloids slandering their performance.

Adam grabbed a couple of speakers, and some of the extra equipment lying around that belonged to his band mates. He was helpful like that, even though he had a slick tongue and a cold personality, he did what he could for those close to him.

"I'm gonna head on stage and start setting up." Adam called to Chuck before making his way to the stage.

Adam made his way up the icy stairs, careful not to drop any of the gear. When he got on stage, his brown eyes registered all of the Christmas decorations the party staff set up with indifference. He set his microphone up in the center of the band assembly, but closer to the front edge of the stage. He loved to get a good look at all of his adoring victims. Plus, some of them turned out to be quite cute.

(Queens New York Christmas Eve)

Tabby dances slowly around her tiny garage apartment to a song on a old soundtrack she picked up at the local swap meet (Roads" by Portishead) She let's the smokey trance music and soulful singing fold her into it's mystery as she moves to her old wardrobe and opens the door to find something to wear.
She's been invited to her hosts Hospital's charity diner party and is actually eager to attend.
As she pulls one dress after another out and holds it to her body she looks into the mirror to check.
Grinning she can't help but pose in her dark lavender bra panty an suspender combination before the mirror. She gets an evil smile as she thinks what a scandal an stir she'd cause if she just simply wandered out as is.
"Genug Hänseleien Tabby-Katze"
(Enough teasing Tabby Cat) she says as she gets back to her task at hand. She is aided by the soundtrack shifting to a more upbeat tune that turns out to be a funny adaptation of Nat King Cole's Let's Do It.
She slips into a dark royal blue conservative dress with plunging neck such as she'd wear at concert and is soon clicking down stairs in her heels
"Mein Gott Tabby Sie einen Unfall verursachen, dass gekleidet wie" says Mrs Kline wife of her Host and her newest American friend.
(My God Tabby you'll cause an accident dressed like that)
Tabby giggles an kisses Mrs Kline's cheek and then the jaw dropped Dr. Kline who can only blink
"You don't think it's too much do you Doctor?" she asks almost purring as her eyes sparkle with mischief
Mrs Kline smacks Tabby's rear playfully as she hugs her husband to remind him that he has a wife.
"Sorgfältige Tabby schlechte Morty hat ein schwaches Herz" teases Mrs Kline with mock sternness
(Careful Tabby poor Morty has a weak heart)
They both giggle and put on their coats as Dr. Kline red faced goes and fetches his car
On the way to the Hospital Mrs Kline fills Tabby on the nights expected events and the latest hospital gossip as her husband navigates the Volvo station wagon through the holiday traffic..
They arrive and both ladies step out of the car drawing attention from all quarters as they step inside.
Mrs Kline even at 62 is a stunning blonde with china blue eyes and a figure won after hours of gym abuse. Tabby a 20 year old Tall Auburn haired and busty young woman stands close taking Gert's arm making the two of them the focus of almost every male who's vision isn't impaired.
They wait for Dr Kline who balding and thin seems out of place between the two as he leads them in soaking up the envious stares of colleague and politician alike.

(Times Square, NYC)

Ten lost minutes was devastating.
Dwayne stared in distress at his watch, then looked up around him. The noise was always worst after he lost time. He shuddered in the cold air and ran a hand across his bristly blond hair. What had he even come out here for? He couldn't for the life of him remember. A young woman shouldered past him and he bared his filed teeth at her, eliciting a confused glare and a faster gait. He'd just (just being around two and a half hours previously) finished a life-saving surgery involving the removal of several tumors, and now he was wandering the street and snarling people like an animal.
He noticed a gathering of people under a stage. At least maybe he would be able to stay in one place in case he lost anymore time (God forbid). He stumbled over looking a little bit like he'd had too much to drink, and then... The shaking. Oh, no, not the shaking again, please just five more minutes without the shaking... He managed to shamble to the back of the crowd, where he clutched his head in his hands. Too late he remembered that he'd picked up refills today, so, not caring if he looked like a drug addict, he shook out one pill from each of his two prescriptions and downed them as quickly as he could, astounded that he hadn't dropped them.

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(Sorry, I don't really know locations in New York, but I guess I'll learn eventually)
Arlene was bundled up in several scarves, mittens and God-knows how many sweaters. Part of the reason she covered her face so much was the fact that she didn't want her parents to recognize her. She'd learned to be extremely wary of those Irish accents and their reminders that she needed to find a husband and have children because her "biological clock was ticking". During the last conversation with them, she'd managed to alienate herself by replying calmly, "Well I don't want to make the same mistakes you did: I do not want to sleep with the first reproductively-viable man who crosses my field of vision, marry him, carry his spawn to term, and then realize he's not my type." It wasn't an insult, she reminded herself as they'd left angrily, it was just the truth, and she always tried to tell the truth.
Besides, there were better things to do. She was carrying a ton of chemical supply catalogues. Oh what fun she'd have with the things she'd order! Never mind the trouble that might result from synthesizing dangerous chemicals in one's house. After all, she'd benefited hugely. All of her winter clothes barely conducted heat and a few exothermic reactions going on in strategically-placed zip-lock bags kept her very toasty.
"I'm dreaming of a white precipitate," she sang, "just like the ones I used to make, where the colors are vivid, and the chemist is livid, to see impurities in the snow." Oh, the internet, she thought, a magical place to find songs that proclaim you're spending Christmas alone.

Laia stretched her arms out and bent her back a little as she did, a short soft relaxing sound escaping her lips. She stood straight and let her arms drop as she watched the rest of the band unpack for their show, they looked cold, and that made her chuckle a little. She was cold of course, but in a much different way. She wore simple leather pants, black boots, a leather jacket, and a white shirt. As well, black gloves. Nothing to keep the cold away, but she liked a nice breeze, and she wasn't freezing which was weird considering she grew up in a much hotter area. But she seemed to shrug it off as she continued to watch them unpack, watching as Adam headed onto stage to set up. She would follow him after grabbing some speakers and her bass, placing them towards the edge of the stage she bent over to plug her bass into the speakers. Raising her bottom probably a little too high, attempting to tease Adam. Giving a soft chuckle as she raised up and went to go get a microphone, placing it towards Adam's, he wasn't the only one who liked looking at their prey. Her singing would attract all the lustful men, she slowly and seductively licked her lips at the thought of plunging her knife into the backs of every single one of them. She stopped when she noticed what she was doing, biting her lip with her eyes damn near rolled to the back of her head and her head bent back a bit. She quickly put her face back into a neutral mode, she then looked over at Adam and smirked a bit, "Don't get frostbite," she joked as she turned and began walking to go get more equipment.

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Lyle stood outside his store smoking, looking at his window that had a "No Smoking!" sign on it. He chuckled with smoke escaping his mouth, looking forward once more. He hated Christmas, or more so had nothing to do on Christmas....He hated having nothing to do. Had no family to spend time with, well he had Laia, but she was always touring. He doubted she'd stop for the brother that left her when she was seven, that haven't seen her since. He had no friends...He had Tuck, but Tuck just wanted his ham bones. Well, looked like it would be another lonely Christmas. Maybe he could go get his own 'Ho ho ho' to give him Christmas joy, he could dress up as Santa and give her the present she always wanted. He chuckled a bit, looking around. Business was a bit slow, which made sense. No one needed anything from a Mini-Store for Christmas, most people stopped by just for gas. Lonely girls buying containers of ice cream...In the winter though? He shrugged, people and their preferences. He would stay open for a bit, just in case a few more people needed to stop by for gas. There was no shame in attempting to make a few more bucks, besides, he was the only one who worked there and he owned the damn thing. He could open and close as he pleased, and he had nothing to do afterwards so he would stay for a few more minutes. He continued smoking as Tuck just trotted around him.

James Feryana walked the streets of New York, looking around at everyone getting ready for Christmas. You would expect James to be happy, but instead he walked the streets with his head hung low and a low growl in his mouth as people looked at him, disgust showing on their faces. The reason that the people were disgusted at James was not only the fact that James was growling, but the fact that they could see that the boy was carrying a sword. James had a habit of not leaving his house without Swift Lightening, in case he got a bit too angry and decided to tell people that he was angry the hard way. Because of that, he was usually confronted by cops, and had to unfortunately run, or in a few horrible cases fight his way out.

One of these cases was now, and he walked around a corner to find an officer glaring at him, eyes filled with disgust and anger. Why he was angry was a mystery to James, but he knew one thing. The less happy the cop, the more of a chance he had to fight his way out rather than run, and that currently seemed to be the case. As the officer began to pull out his police baton, James grabbed the hilt of Swift Lightening, and pulled out the sword with such speed that he managed to hit the officer's baton as the man was still pulling it out, sending it flying a meter away, hitting a wall then clattering onto the ground. Meanwhile, James grabbed the officer, and shoved him into a nearby alley. The man shouted loudly as he tripped on a can and fell into the otherwise empty alley. James hit the man's head with the hilt of Swift Lightening, then turned around.

A voice called out "Frank! I heard you shout. Where are you?" Another cop walked in front of the alley, holding a spare baton. The second baton must be the one 'Frank' 'dropped',[i] James thought, as he ran at the officer at such a speed that James was simply a blur. He grabbed the officer's neck, and pulled him into the alleyway. The man choked, then became unconscious as James laid him on the ground. James stood, looking at the two unconscious men, a sorry look in his face. He shook his head sadly, then walked out of the alleyway, putting Swift back in her sheath.

James turned left, leaving the alleyway and instead coming to a peaceful area. He sat down on the ground at the side of the pavement, tears streaming down his eyes like a waterfall.
"Why do I have to do this?" He cried. "Why does everyone hate me?" James cried, and nobody stopped to ask what was wrong. They looked at him, some disgustedly, a few angrily.
"Fine, if you're all going to be like that, I'll have to- have to..."

The boy couldn't force the words out of his mouth for the next few seconds, continuing to cry as people passed around him. He couldn't say the sentience that he wanted to say. The sentence he really wanted to say was; [i]' I'll have to punish you all! ' How did he intend to do that? He intended to get up, and beat everyone around him up.

So that is what he did. He got up, pulled individuals into alleyways, and beat them into unconsciousness.

Chiyohime is relaxing in her Staten Island apartment knitting herself a scarf. She wondered if they were other people like her. Having abilities like her and well for all intents and purposes, unique. She wanted to talk to someone about her abilities instead of just pretending to an ace in everything. The wind made everything more cold that was why she was making a scarf for herself. She decided as far as that went she will start looking for other people like her when she was done with the scarf. Despite not being able to track them she knew others were out there.

She just didn't know where to start

"Ignore the commotion, Acey," said Arlene to herself after finishing a very loud "chemistry carol", which was intended to drown out the distant sounds of people getting their asses kicked. Now, though, her curiosity was leading her toward the sounds of the beatings. She'd been heading home, as the pure calcium and water was starting to run out in her zip-locks. (This was evidenced by the strange plumes of gas billowing out from her sleeves.) Still warm, though, she headed toward the alley where the sound of ass-kicking was the strongest. Of course, being an all brains and no braun sort of person, she had no idea how she'd intervene; she'd probably end up offending both the bully and the victim and get beat up herself. "No matter, I am the bravest of the brave," she declared to herself in the biggest lie she'd ever told.

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Dwayne stared for a blank moment at the woman on stage. He didn't know why but she made him think of snakes. He was afraid of snakes.

Shea Thomas - James Feryana - Lyle Jean - Arlene -Somewhere in New York

Shea shivered inside of her red pea coat and walked into the nearest mini store from her house. Her purple ombre'd hair blew around her as the blast of heated air from the convenience store rushed across her uncovered face. She sighed a content sigh, wishing she didn't have to step into the cold night again. As a matter of fact, she had almost forgotten what she came to the store for. It must not have been too important, because she would never forget something important. With a shrug, she scrolled down the candy isle and grabbed a few gummy candies that were buy one get one before heading over to the front desk.

As she waited for a cashier to ring her up, her eyes immediately went to the television behind the front desk. They were showing the live feed from the Jingle Ball event, and the lead singer of Sky View was chatting away to the Channel 5 news lady, who looked absolutely smitten. Shea smiled to herself, noting how handsome he was and agreeing that she might act the same if given the chance. Shea grabbed her bags of various gummy candies after the cashier finished ringing her up, and headed back outside. She bundled up into her coat, and pulled out her cellphone to see if there were any other cool events going on. Of course there were, it's NYC.

Adam Major - Sky View - Times Square

"Well, hello." Adam's peach colored lips curved into a small smile upon seeing Laia bend over to plug her speakers and bass guitar up. If he wasn't being watched, he probably would have stared at her all day if the opportunity presented itself. She was a such a beauty, and she had the voice of an angel to match. His mind drifted off to distant places for a moment, until her voice broke his train of thought.

"Uh, yeah... I won't" He rubbed his hands together in a smoothing motion and turned back to his own set up. By now everybody was finished getting ready, and they had started letting people come up to the stage. There were already hundreds of people there, with obviously more to come. The channel 5 news station was of course already there, and Belle Raye was already making her way up the stairs to kick off the night... and flirt with the lead singer.

"Well Adam, can I just say you are looking gorgeous as usual?" Bell purred in her most professional, yet seductive voice. She couldn't help but admiring him, being a huge fan of the bands music it was like a dream come true being on the same stage with him.

Adam smirked and cleared his throat, tilting his head to the side slightly and letting out a small chuckle. "Thank you, Bell." He winked at her, so that everyone could see.The young woman seemed to have had the breath stolen right out of her when he winked at her, the crowd erupted into a series of nervous laughs and giggles. Bell was by no means an unattractive lady, if she were she wouldn't be on television all of the time, but he had no interest in her.

Bell fanned herself "playfully", and nudged Adam lightly in the side with her elbow. "Ladies and Gentleman, it is my honor to kick off tonight's 50th annual Jingle Ball concert with Sky View!" Everyone cheered and roared, and Bell walked off the stage waving to everyone in the crowd.

"Are you ready?!" Adam screamed at the top of his lungs.

The band would start playing, and Adam's smooth, sultry voice would fill the night air.

James Feryana -> Arlene Parsons

Tears of sadness streamed down James' eyes as he finished beating a man to unconsciousness. "Why do you all hate me!" He rhetorically asked the man as he slumped into unconsciousness. He wasn't crying just because of what he was doing now, but also because of the flat he rented out. The flat owner was always angry at James, as he knew about what James would do, getting cornered by cops. If you dare get confronted by cops again, you're out of this flat, the flat owner had told James just yesterday. Now, he was probably going to return home to find he'd be kicked out. He didn't want to do this, but he felt he had to. What he wanted to do was restart his life, start afresh, but everyone would remember the things that he did. Crying, James turned and exited the alley, feeling sad, wanting to start apologizing.

When he stepped out, what he found was that there was a woman looking at him. James dropped to his knees. "Please, I'm sorry. Everyone hates me. I didn't want to do this." He lowered his head, uncontrollable thoughts of anger and sadness being tossed around inside his head. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he cried some more. I probably look like a crazy child, James thought to himself as he cried in front of the woman.

(The Hospital Party)

Dr. Kline lead his two loveliest to their table and pulled out the chair first for Gerta his wife then for Tabitha his guest before taking his seat with a huge smile.
His wife Gerta grins as she looks towards Tabitha an says "Wen er sin Kahn Karen rude er Kramer" as she brushes her fingers across his shoulder
("If he were a Rooster he'd be crowing")
Tabby giggles as she agrees with Gerta then she looks around the Black tie affair and notices the number of admirers she has gathered as well as a couple of ladies and a few ladies staring at her with envy.
Not normally her cup of tea Tabby is only attending till she can make excuse to leave and catch a cab to head down to time square to see the festivities there. But she dose have to admit to enjoying it all a bit because in this modern society there are so few occasions to dress so nicely and enjoy the finer side of things.
The Party begins as all charity events with speeches and then a sumptuous meal cooked by one of New York's renowned Caterers.
After all that comes the Obligatory dancing and Tabby is nearly overwhelmed by the number of men who jostle for position to turn her around the dance floor.
After attending the arms of several of Dr. Kline's superiors so she draws no ire towards her host for ignoring these powerful men she makes excuse to the ladies saloon. She quickly finds a nearly exhausted Gerta who herself has danced with many partners as well.

Gerta thank goodness I see you've escaped, are all the men in New York "schwielig?" she asks as she collapses beside her friend

"Tabby Messe-Mädchen, for you as lovely as you are I'm afraid all men everywhere are schwielig" laughs Gerta as she hugs her

Tabby kisses Gerta's cheek saying I think for you as well they are schwielig

"Perhaps but I'm just a pretty old lady and you Tabby are an exotic German Franklin with eyes that melt their resolve" giggles Gerta pinching Tabby

Gerta Haben Sie mich denken, schlecht für die sagen, ich würde gerne auf dem Times Square zu entkommen und sehen die Partei? asks Tabitha blushing slightly
(Do you think me bad for saying I'd love to escape and see the party in Times Square?)

"No, no, not at all Tabby but I do confess I wish you were going with someone who knows the city. I worry you might get lost and then there are the schwielig out there?" Says Gerta with motherly concern

I'm a big girl and have had training in counter terrorism and what to do back home in Germany. I won't allow myself to be tricked or trapped by anyone says Tabby pleading almost as if Gerta were an Aunt watching over her.

Several women hear her say counter terrorism and wonder if Tabby served in the German forces as they misunderstand. Tabby like all private school girls in Europe especially Germany has been taught a type of self defense against kidnapping and hostage crisis situations and how to survive.

(Times Square)

Gerta sighs and gives her permission and even helps Tabitha slip out of the banquet. Tabby activates her phone in her purse without touching it an connects to the net and summons a cab which to the outside viewer would seem to be prearranged to pick her up.
She gives the driver a man of India instructions to head to Times Square and is soon on her way. To her driver's surprise he seemed blessed by the green light his entire trip as she manipulates the lights along the way.
She climbs out near the party as the streets are to choked to go any farther and heads towards the festivities .

hosital (please don't ask me which, no clue))

Lily walked from the drug room, carrying the last of the medications to the patient who had been screaming her head of for pain killers the last half hour. Lily had been unable to accept this request as the patient had only had some a few hours ago, and needed to wait a little bit longer. But the patient had begun disturbing other patients, so Lily sighed, and organised some pain killers.

"Here you go Mrs Stevenson" Lily said cheerfully, "you know the drill. Name, rank and serial number"

Mrs Stevenson care her details, Lily smiled and gave her the pain killers, lightly brushinv ner hand over the womans arm, sending a healing touch that would dull the pain for good while, if not get rid of it completely.

Finally, she could go, as the night shift came on, twenty minutes late, yet that was to be expected. It was, after all, christmas evr.Lily had a few days holidays coming up and for that she was greatful.

she handed the patients over to the night shift, grabbed her gear and got out of tnere before anyone could thinkof something for her to do. Lily ddidn't have a car, so she normally walked home. Which is what she started to do.

Arlene didn't have a clue what to do about the crying man. She was afraid to approach him, but didn't feel at all right about just leaving. Reluctantly she knelt in front of him. She was very tense, her heart rate up, ready to run or put up a pathetic fight. "Alright..um.." She twiddled her thumbs, taking her phone out of her pocket. "I'm going to call an ambulance, alright, sir?" She took off her outermost jacket and draped it across his shoulders. "And it's probably illegal because I'm not a doctor but I can get you some muscle relaxant."

When James heard the word 'ambulance', his eyes widened. He had bad experiences with doctors, and they'd probably call the police. They'd probably even take Swift Lightening away from him, which he was not going to let happen.
"No, no." James cried. "Please, not the doctors. Not the doctors, please." He lowered his head in sadness. "P-Please not the doctors." He repeated, now stuttering slightly. He looked into the woman's eyes with a sort of sad puppy dog look.

Chiyohime finishes her scarf and heads out wearing it towards Times Square. It's as good a place as any to start my quest. She thinks to herself. She looked round to see anything amiss among New York. Granted that would be hard since there were literally thousands of people bustling around here. She wondered if any of her ancestors were trackers. She started to channel forth her power to see if her hunch was right. Sadly it wasn't, she puffed and started to hoof it.

Arlene frowned, feeling even more unsure now, but how could she not call an ambulance? She peeked around the corner into the alley where the unconscious person lay, then looked back at James. He didn't look at all malicious to her, but she would have to keep her guard up. "Alright.." she muttered, mostly to herself. Think it through. "How many people did you beat up? They could have serious brain injuries." Then, not wanting to guilt him, she continued hastily. "Have you got a...a therapist or anyone? How far is your home? I can call the ambulance and then make sure you make it back alright." Never mind the idea of security cameras.

James Feryana - Arlene Parsons

"Well, erm, I kind of beat up that one person there," James says quietly, nodding to the unconscious person. "A-and two police officers." James continued. I can't go home. I have no home anymore. James thought. He had a clear image of his flat's owner, standing outside the flat, awaiting James' return. But should I tell her? I'll have to.
"And, erm..." He began to release a bit more tears. Come on, James. Just tell her! "I, I kind of don't have a home anymore." James jutted his thumb backwards, toward the unconscious man. "My flat's owner probably has a spy following me or something, because he always seems to know when I get into trouble. And he said that if I did anything bad one more time..."

James practically exploded into tears at that point. "It wasn't my fault!" He cried loudly. "I rounded the corner, and the cop pulled out his baton. I had to. I had to." His tears came out of his eyes like a waterfall. "Then his partner came..." He turned himself away from the woman, sad.

"Hmm," she said, trying her best to stay calm. "Well...I-I work at a pharmacist. We can go there and figure something out." Forcing herself to make a decision, she called the ambulance and told them the situation and location, then hung up quickly. It seemed that the messy, fun lab work would have to wait. She finally noticed the sword, and it seemed so out of place she was struck dumb for a second. "Is...is that a sword?" The sword doesn't matter, dammit. Psychiatric help matters. "Anyways, we can walk, or I can call a taxi. It's your choice."

Lily was walking down the street, when she saw the man and woman. The man appeared to be distressed, the woman thoughtful, if slightly paniced. She was still wearing her nurse's uniform, but she nesitated, for she had seen the sword.

"Why do the crazies have to be out?" She muttered, noticing that the man appeared to have been in a fight. "Ah, damn it" there went a nice hot tub before bed.

she walked up to them, "excuse me, do you need help?"

James Feryana - Arlene Parsons - Lily O'Shera

James looked at Swift Lightening, and sighed. Swift was really all he had left now. Once the question of walking or taking a taxi was asked, James thought for a minute, then looked at the woman. "I, I think we can walk." James answered. He took a glance back at Swift, still in it's sheath, and sighed. He wouldn't let the sword away from him. Never.

James heard footsteps, and looked to see a second woman in a nurse's uniform, and shivered a bit when she asked if James and the first woman needed any help. James didn't know what to say, as he didn't want to spread the word that he had been beating citizens and cops up. Instead, he looked at the first woman with really sad looking eyes, quietly indicating that he wasn't going to say anything.

Tabby walks through the crowd leaving a wake of wishful faces in her wake as she passes like some scarce dreamed dream. She is used to such things and doesn't linger to bask in false adulation instead making her way closer to the stage and taking advantage of the effect of her beauty to clear a path.

People who don't know her and seeing her act thusly think her stuck up for using her assets but she for her part knows that not to would be foolish.
She gets as close to the stage as if she were one of the many revelers of high social standing and wealth even garnering a few glances of envy and lust from those jaded individuals there. She relaxes as she waits the music to start making sure not to stand too close to cables nor amps so her power might ruin the festive mood.
The band is already on stage and she envies their relaxed detachment before their performance as she thinks of the stress most in her field feel before setting art to it's task of entertainment.

As she watches some creature wearing designer clothes and blue collar manners tries to cop a feel of her thigh only to jerk his hand back as she sends a mild shock through her body as a warning to his sleazy efforts.

"There sure is a lot of static" she says loudly with a giggle as he nurses his stung fingers