Tagged; @PhoebeCarlisle - Theo, the bar patrons.

Seth was doing his daily training- jogging, to increase his stamina and the length of his strut so that his powers could be used longer and faster. The training was as normal as it could be, the soft thud of his shoes hitting the asphalt was pleasant, it reminded him that he was alive. During the middle of his session, a telepathic voice invaded his head with a message to meet at Central park at 5pm for a rally against the government. Sounds like a deathtrap. Seth thought through ragged breaths after swiping sweat sliding down his forehead.

Seth, even though he knew it was a deathtrap- he was curious. He knew it might have killed him. He didn't entirely enter the park, he only observed at a distance. Suddenly a girl was hit by a car, and she started calling out for him for help. He rushed over, and carried her princess style and moved out of the way of the angry and honking driver. He furrowed his eyes "Asshole." he said, glaring at the driver, "You alright?" Seth figured that a broken leg should be brought to a hospital. Instead bringing her to his home- he thought that she should instead be brought to Lacie's after noticing her eyes. He advised her to rest, as he'll bring her somewhere to heal her leg later. He mustered up pseudo bandages and wrapped it around her leg "This'll do for now." Seth said, patting her back.

After his session of training, and spying nearby the park- he decided to head home to clean up, rest and then go to his job at the bar- Lacie's bar. Stepping into the shower, the cold tiles against his warm feet made Seth shudder a bit before the cold water hit his back which made him yelp. 'Damnit, this thing is never warm he thought to himself, as the water slowly got warmer. He thought about the message, at how it was an obvious trap Do they have a telepath... his thoughts continued as he slowly scrubbed himself. After said shower- though he wasn't a detective or anything he concluded that they made a gifted send out that message. "Fucking bastards." Seth muttered to himself, a scowl replacing his features.

Resting his eyes- he awoke at around 6pm, the rally was over. Seth felt dread as he knew that it flopped and it was most likely a massacre. He couldn't bear to turn on the television and instead opted to dress up and head to Lacie's. Lacie's was a relative safe haven for the gifted- Seth soon found this out. But for how long... an unsavory thought popped in his head. He woke the girl whom had a broken leg and told her that we were going to said place. "You wanna be carried there too?" he joked,
Walking out of his home and locking the door behind him- As soon as he stepped out of the building the cold nights air hit Seth. He began making his way to his night job- to Lacie's.

Seth helped the girl walk into the bar- he immidietly went up to Lacie, "Hey boss- this person might need help." he pointed out to the girl, specifically her leg. "Help her please, oh and i'll ding in for my job now." Seth knew that Lacie couldn't help but help, and with a grin he got in his normal uniform at the back and slicked his hair back. He noticed that there were odd patrons, a chubby kid- armless fellows. Seth smiled at the atmosphere- they were his family, so to speak. "Well, I'm taking over as the Bartender for the rest of the night- so if you want anything ask me."

Wendel noticed that there was a different bartender. " Time to get some booze. " He said to himself. He combed his hair back with his hand, hoping it would make him look much more charismatic. He stood up from the booth(?).

He casually walked over to Seth, taking a seat on a stool ( which was probably there ) and said: " Err... Can I get something with alcohol? Whiskey, preferably? " Obviously, this wouldn't work-- I mean, look at him; he's cute! ( and underaged. )

He smiled, hoping it would help in the purchase of alcohol. He knew that this couldn't really work, so his hopes weren't that high.

@Inertia

Theo was really grateful for his help and she said "thank you, that was really thoughtful of you", she smiled. She looked around in the bar, she had never been to a bar before, actually she had never heard of a bar before. She thought she would sound stupid if she asked what it was but as people say the only stupid question is the one not asked. She brought up the courage to ask and put her up and said to the guy that brought her in "Hey, I know this sounds stupid but what is a bar and what do you do at a bar?" She hoped that he wouldn't think she was stupid since she really liked this guy. She noticed everyone's faces turned to her like they were thinking "how does she not know what a bar is?"

She looked down sadly and waited for him to answer.

Cia followed the young boy not wanting to be ignored at all. "It was a joke! I was born with deformed arms that had to be amputated." Cia said as she stayed at the boys side. Their age difference was obvious as Cia was taller than this boy. "I'm just messing with you anyways." Cia added with a smile at the boy. "Anyways as for what's happened you need to pick up a newspaper for the whole story." Cia said pointing her head to a stack of newspapers from where she was sitting. Cia added as she finally gave him some sort of information. Cia had been trying to find some kind of dirt or even a lead on the President but she found nothing so far. There were variouse sections highlighted on the newspapers as well about Callahan.
@Sir Avita
(Never leave in the middle of a conversation it is extremely rude, you wait patiently for us to reply)

Finn Lockhart
Finn was sitting with Jessica in a booth at the back, nursing a soda and watching the different people entering the bar. He ignored most of them. He noticed Cole, a regular at Lacie's, enter with a bleeding kid. He must've been a survivor of the rally. One other patron that peaked his interest was a guy who walked in after Cole. He wasn't a regular and something seemed off about him. You're being paranoid Finn thought, as he stared across the bar at the man. "Hey Jess, what's your reading on that guy over there?" he asked his friend as she sipped her water. "The guy who came in after Cole? Not sure. There's too many Gifted here to know for sure. He's definitely something. Maybe a Tracker? Why?" she inquired. Finn shook his head. "I don't know. He just seems...off. I've never seen him before today. It's just paranoia I'm sure." Finn said. A look of concern crossed over her face as she listened to him. "I'll go talk to him. See what I can get," she said.

Jessica Thompson
"I'll go talk to him. See what I can get," Jessica said. With that she stood up from the booth that she was sharing with Finn and sauntered over to the man she was concerned about. She'd learned a lot in her years on the run, and one of them was that people often wanted to talk to pretty girls. Jessica was definitely pretty, and she definitely knew it. So, Jessica ran a hand through her hair, sipped her water, and sat down across from the guy. Oh yeah. Definitely a tracker she thought, getting a sudden vibe from the man. "Mind if I sit here?" she asked, giving the tracker(@GummyCat) a smile.

His ears, concentrated on all the conversation in the room was a difficult task as he was focused on getting anything he could from the surroundings however was disrupted when one of the normal patrons perhaps came over. He highly doubted she was just any 'normal' patron as she was walking from one of the booths behind him. Recalling his memory, there was his table and the door, calculating the possibility of people seeing him enter the door was centralized in the middle of the bar unfortunately having the possibilities wide open. He would have to centralize the area of the person who noticed him before having to single them out.

Looking after the girl came to his table, he was uncertain of which table she had came from due to him being concentrated on listening to the conversations but locating her previous destination wouldn't be much of a difficulty. Oh boy, this was going to be fun smiling at the girl for his own reasons. It was not hard for him to see that Jessica was a gifted due to her eyes being multicolored, like his own eyes both different colors. The only question was what was she and if she was a type 4 like him it would be disastrous but unlikely. He would have to find that out later once he finds out what he needed from her.

"Mind if I sit here?" The attractive girl said to him, and in return he wondered why a girl would take interest in him but he didn't mind. He flirted with many girls and men before to capture hiding Gifted, this would be same as those other time and besides she wasn't his type either. "Of course you can, but I may ask did your boyfriend make you mad?" He said it in a cute and flirty way, smiling as he pointing in the general direction that Jessica came from.

Wendel suddenly realized that, like an idiot, left his new friend while they were engaging in conversation. Oops. The allure of alcohol was too powerful to resist, for him, anyways. Hopefully, she'd forgive him. He looked to his side, apologizing to Cia. " O-oh, s-sorry! I got distracted by something. "

" S-supposedly, this apology will work enough, right? " He said, trying to apologize for the second time. He took note of the newspapers on where she was sitting. Didn't notice that before. He was still patiently waiting for a bottle of whiskey, but his attention was mostly diverted to Cia.

@Cuccoruler
( I'll keep that in mind, but Wendel is rude sometimes. #justwendelthings )

Jessica Thompson
@GummyCat
Jessica laughed. A sparkling, sweet laugh that would turn many guy's heads. He thought Finn was her boyfriend. That's hilarious she thought. But she might as well run with it. Until she knew who this guy was, the less he knew, the better. "How'd you know? Are you a telepath or something?" she asked sarcastically. His multicolored eyes revealed that he was a Gifted but definitely not a telepath. "So do you come here often? This is my first time here myself," she said, smiling as she lied through her teeth.

Finn Lockhart
@Inertia
Finn watched as Jessica flirted with the man and became so enthralled with the scene that he didn't notice that he'd drained his Dr.Pepper glass dry. He slid out of the booth and walked over to the bar where Seth was working. "Hey, Seth? Could I get another Dr.Pepper? I'd go for something stronger on account of the day but the laws of New York still prohibit such a thing on account of my age and therefore I've resigned myself to soda." Finn asked his fellow gifted, leaning up against the bar and smirking.

“This test is to see if you are able to proceed with the experiment”
“Ok, who do you hate?”
“The gifted”
“Why”
“Because their a threat to humanity”
“And”
The child could not search for the words so the doctor asked again.
“And”
“Because we are supposed to.”
The doctor seemed puzzled for this was not the usual response. he continued the test regardless.
”Do you understand what is going to happen to you?”
“Yes”
“What”
“You are going to make me more powerful so i can...“Ahhhhhhh”

Car-Tali having just woken up from a horrible nightmare and jolted himself up.
“I can’t remember what happened. And where am I”

Car-Tali had scanned the room and it was clear.

Ok, I’m going to have to assume that I have been kidnapped. Now it’s just a matter of, getting up. A sharp pain had entered Car-Tali’s nervous system. Usually he was accustomed to this pain but this he was not expecting it. Suddenly he had remembered entering a stranger’s car and had blanked out.
Car-Tali got up and peeked outside the door. He noticed an considerable amount of possible gifted but he couldn tbe sure unless he had a tracker with him. If he was just captured by the M.R.F he was in trouble. Because of his operations liberating other gifted have put a damper on their own plans.

“OK. I'm going to have to make a run for it.”

I got ready to run through the door. I had just realized that if I ran then I would cause too much unwanted attention. I then realized that I was shirtless and opted to find my clothes instead. When I found my shirt it had quite a lot of blood on it. I could make It work, that’s the whole reason I wear black in the first place. I put on the shirt and readied myself for the worst.

"it’s now or never"

I exited the room expecting to have resistance, but received none, but I just kept walking and kept my head down.

Cia looked closely at the boy and could feel her heart melt at his face as he tried to appologize. "You are too cute!" Cia said as she jumped right up in his face. Her sleeves now clearly floating around the back of his head. Her chest was right in his face. "Ohhhh Wendel!" Cia added with a smile before she sat back down and floated the news papers towards him. "Your adorableness is more than enough for me!" She added as she had the newspapers land right next to him. Everyone in the bar could now tell that she was Gifted there was no hiding it when she got this excited. As much as she thought of herself as a tactician she had a hard time keeping herself under control some times.

@smarty0114


"How'd you know? Are you a telepath or something?" The girl had said, he looked at her with a grin to her as she asked him another prying question "So do you come here often? This is my first time here myself."

This girl apparently was a very social person indeed, it was no new fact that people like her could easily charm other men, but he wouldn't falter. Besides she already confirmed the person who probably sent her was a single guy sitting alone in the general area where she came. In response to her question, he gave her a innocent half-truth "No, I dont but I was told to come here and wait for them but I guess what happened earlier today must of canceled their plans. Honestly, thats a bummer but least I got you here now, so let me ask you some questions too? Might as well spend our time here together since we got nothing else better to do." He said to her with a smile and tilted his head a little bit innocently, "So lets introduce ourselves my name is Max, yours?" Meanwhile at the corner of his vision was looking at the tables to the side looking for one with a lone guy, eventually finding one who was staring at them when he stood up and probably went to the bar. It was for a moment but Maxwell guessed he will have to follow the other guy latter, for now to keep off heat.

" C-could we, uh... Stop talking for a bit? " Wendel politely but awkwardly said, feeling uncomfortable with having things directly infront of his face, also because he's too sleepy to function. " I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up in an hour. " Wendel said as he yawned. He, again, took note of the newspapers. "How'd she carry that?" He said to himself, almost saying it out loud. He looked around once again, this time taking note of everyone else. It was only at this very moment that he discovered a supposed haven for gifted. Due to sleep deprivation, however, he slumped forward on the counter, asleep.

And yes, he feels slightly uncomfortable around people older than him. He's still sitting on a stool, by the way.

( Edit: Made it so that I stopped the conversation because I didn't know I was impeding the plot to progress. My bad. )

Jessica Thompson
@GummyCat

This guy is good Jessica thought. If he was lying about something, he was quite good at it. Jessica gave him a smile and extended her hand. "Nice to meet you Max. I'm Jessica." She shook his hand and took a sip of her water. She noticed Finn make his way over to the bar. She hoped he wouldn't jump the gun and try to take this guy out before they even knew if he was hiding something. She'd be pissed if it turned out he was just some Gifted looking for a drink and Finn tried to kill him. "So Max, if I may, what do you do? You don't seem like a Conclave guy or M.R.F. What's a Gifted like you do for a job?" she probed, hoping to catch him as he slipped up. If he even is D.M.A or whatever Finn thinks he is she thought as she brushed her hair out of her eyes and awaited his response.

@smarty0114

"So Max, if I may, what do you do? You don't seem like a Conclave guy or M.R.F. What's a Gifted like you do for a job?" It seemed like this Jessica was wondering what his occupation was, and it seemed like she didn't believe that he was either one of those two so time to turn the tables. He smiled as he instantly got a good idea and prepared himself. "Here come closer, Im not suppose to tell anyone but it really doesn't matter we won't be found if I told only just you" He said to her giving her a wink as he bent over the table to whisper something into her ears "Im actually part of the Conclave, in a small sector that focuses on the movement of the movement on the D.M.A and tries to warn the havens if they ever get close" After whispering into her ear he sat back down with a playful grin from revealing a secret. However it soon disappeared as he starting looking at his hands which he fidgeted around with unease as he sighed deeply.

"Not a very easy job but it helping out more people than what I can do alone by myself. Sometimes it hard but you just have to bear through it sometimes, you know? It's sucks about what happened in the park today but I can't help but feel responsible for not being able to spread the word in time" He said to her feigning sadness and looked down at his glass cup, playing with the cup tilting it as if distracting himself. Looking back up at her with wet eyes, he cleared his thought and blinked several eyes before trying to re-composure himself and asked a question to seemingly distract her to not make it awkward. "So... umm what about you? What does a beautiful flower such as you do for a living? Surely, everyone would want you to work with you even with our eyes, I can tell." He said with a warm and friendly smile to her.

Cole was in the midst of pouring himself another glass when he noticed out of the corner of his eye the guy from the alleyway making his way to the door. Cole rushed out of his booth and managed to get himself between Tali and the door. "Can't let you go out there man, the street aren't safe right now. Besides you ain't in the best shape to be movin' around", Cole rested a hand on Tali's shoulder and with his free hand gestured for him to sit back in his booth.

Car-tali brushed the hand from his shoulder and sat down. "OK what is there to talk about?".

Cole sat on the other side of the booth, this guy may be a Gifted but that didn't mean he was friendly. Pouring himself and Car-tali a glass of Grey Goose he gave him a quick look over before speaking, "Well for one, we can talk about why you're in such a hurry to get out of here. We brought you to safety, I brought you to safety, and we got you bandaged up. So what's the rush? Afriad the hunters gunna blast in here? That's tomorrow, tonight they clear the streets". Cole took a sip from his drink and glanced around the bar. He was confident he wasn't in danger at the moment but you don't live long as a Gifted if you aren't cautious. That's when he noticed him. A kid, maybe seventeen or eighteen, sitting by the counter. He hadn't seen him at Lacie's before and he was talking to a regular but he didn't know the girl's name. The guy could be just a Gifted here for cover but Cole couldn't be sure. The hunters took all kinds and teens weren't out of the question for them. The atmosphere began somewhat more tense for Cole. To add to it he also noticed another new face, a girl accompanied by two bulky guys. All of them were in civilian clothes so it was possible she was a DMA agent and they were her backup. "Looks like this place ain't as secure as I thought", Cole thought to himself as he took another sip from his glass.

Car-tali looked thoughtfully at Cole trying to piece together what this guy was thinking. "First off I don't drink, I always like to keep my head clear. Second I don't even know your name, and third thanks for saving me really appreciate it but at the time I wasn't thinking clearly", Car-tali saw that the man had been scanning the room, cautious and protective perhaps? "I also know what the DMA do. Now you have been scanning the room which could mean one of two things. Your looking to see if your backup is here or if you are suspicious of the people in your Oh so secure establishment. So tell me which is it."

Upon hearing that Car-tali didn't drink Cole moved the glass back over to his side. "Whatever suits you...", he thought as he listened on to what Car-tali was saying. Cole listened on silently but when Car-tali was finished he didn't speak, at least not immediately. Cole finished off his glass before speaking very calmly so as not to startle the guy, "Name's Cole, and your welcome. Nice deduction, not the best I've seen but pretty good. You ex-MRF? I'd assume the only way you'd know about DMA tactics is if you've been fightin' them or you're one of them. But seeing as you got shot up earlier today I'd go with the former". Cole took another look around the room, it didn't look like anyone was making any movs towards him so he was good for now.

Car-tali thought of how Cole spoke. Car-tali using his powers was able see that Cole wanted no quarral so he was releaved at that point. The vodka however may be counteracting the effects of his pheromones so he still had to be careful. "The MRF and I aren't at the best of terms of late. So I might as well come clean with you I'm an ex DMA specialist, some of the details are lost to me but I seemed pretty important when I escaped. Now as to deductive capabilities, during that brief moment I saw you in the car your veins were black. So while we're on the topic of the past that seemed interesting to me and I want to know what that was about". Car-tali had hoped he had not gone too far this time and if so he was prepared for what came after.

Cole took another sip from what would have been Car-tali's drink. This time he kept his gaze on his conversation partner. "Ex-DMA. You got a lot of nerves walking in here. But the fact you came out with it, albeit after some prying, tells me you ain't a danger...yet. Even so,I can't let you stay here, not with all these people here. You're going to have to leave. This i'snt over though, come back tomorrow and we'll talk more and figure things out. You got a place? I'll drive you there", Cole hadn't realized it but that whole time his veins had turned black. [color=ed1c24][/i]"Shit. Hopefully no one saw that"[/i][/color], he thought as he got up and out of his booth.

Car-tali saw Cole's veins turn black confirming his suspicions. Car-tali also confirmed that since Cole isn't affiliated with the DMA or the MRF then those worries were dealt with, still it was to soon to say if he was a friend. "My name is Car-tali, and i'm only giving you this info so we're on mutual terms".

"Fine by me, anyway let's go. I'd rather get to where we're going and back without dealing with the DMA", Cole exited the bar and walked over to his car making sure there weren't any suspicious characters watching him enter. Last time he checked the people he eyed back inside were where he left them. Speaking of being left behind, Cole remembered the bottle of vodka he left on the table. "No way I'm letting it go to waste. Might as well pay the tab while I'm still here", Cole thought as he walked past Car-tali and back into the bar. Grabbing his bottle he turned towards the door but figured a shot before the road wouldn't hurt. Cole headed over to the counter and reached over the counter for a shot glass. "One shot, then I pay".

Tagged; @PhoebeCarlisle - Theo, @Sir Avita - Wendel, @smarty0114 - Finn, @TheDarkTemplar - Cole, Patrons at the bar.

With Seth resting his arms on the counter, a strand of his slicked hair fell on his face which he nonchalantly tried to blow upwards. The bar smelled like all other bars, except that this particular one felt more homey than the others. The chubby kid- who Seth questioned as being allowed to be in this bar, but it wasn't his place. He seemingly cleaned himself up before going to Seth and asking for booze when he was clearly under-aged, though before he could reply the kid left. With a nonchalant shrug he looked on with a bored face.

The teen he had saved suddenly approached him- thanking him and then innocently asking what a bar is, garnering the attention of some patrons from the rather silly question. Seth glared daggers at them before placing softening his gaze and placing it on the teenager. "Lift your head. it's alright." he said, looking down at her lowered head, after patting her head "Hm, well a bar- I guess it's a place where people let go of their worries and drink?" he continued, placing his hands on his chin- pondering the rather odd question. "Though, I think Cole would answer better than me." he mentioned, motioning his free hand towards Cole who was pouring himself a drink behind the counter, "Heeey~ Cole, only bartenders, you know what Lacie says."

Seth had noticed the rather odd individual who entered, no contacts- one could tell that he was a gifted, Great way to get caught by the government these days Seth thought to himself. Getting up and pouring whiskey on a small shot glass he walked over to where the chubby kid was sitting- apparently talking to a girl. He placed the shot infront of said kid, and with a finger on his lips and after a 'shh', "Don't tell Lacie." he whispered. As soon as he returned to the counter, another patron who visited frequently approached- underage but Seth didn't mind, he approached and asked for a Dr. Pepper. "Sure." he replied, talking the glass and slowly refilling it, "So how's it going Finn? Oh and don't worry you'll be allowed to drink after a few more years."

@Inertia

She slightly blushed as he lifted her head up. It was amazing that he actually cared for her like that. "Thanks what drinks do you have here?, I don't drink alcohol", she said looking around at the others. She looked around trying to see what other people were doing, her leg was still hurting and she winced. There was this guy that seemed to be flirting with this girl. Then this girl that called the guy that was underage cute. There was also the guy that the nice guy called Cole, and she noticed that there was a guy that walked out she didn't understand why he did, when they were safe her, but that wasn't for her to question. Then there was of course the guy that helped her, she knew no one was perfect, but at this time it seemed he was.

She was grateful at this time that no one else could read minds, because she didn't want them to know what she was thinking. They would probably think she was stupid, no one would go out with her she was just clumsy, and didn't know anything. She also felt weird because she couldn't read these peoples minds like she could normal people, so she didn't know what they were thinking. She looked back at the guy and waited for Cole to answer what he said.

Cole heard Seth but that didn't stop him from pouring his shot. With a quick gulp he downed it before turning to Seth and Theo, "Don't worry, just takin a quick one before I hit the road". Cole had heard the question Theo had asked, about what a bar was and what people do in one. It was a weird question but not the weirdest Cole had ever heard. It took only a moment for Cole to come up with the answer however as he turned to answer her, "If you ask me, a bar is what the person makes of it. For some it's a place to hook up or have fun. Others it's a place for you to drown your sorrows and find an answer to your problems at the bottom of a bottle". Cole held up his bottle of Grey Goose to signify he'd was here for the latter of the two. He then pointed to the guy and the girl flirting not far down the counter before pulling out and throwing down what he owed on his tab, "That's my tab, make sure you tell Lacie before she comes at me again for it". Cole walked away from the counter and out the door.

@Inertia
She wondered what sorrows he had and how you could possibly drink something and they would be gone. It didn't surprise her that she didn't understand but she felt sad that see didn't know anything. She turned to Seth and asked "What do you drink?", she wondered because he didn't seem to be wasted like a lot of people that drink alcohol. She hated when people got so drunk they just passed out in the middle of some alleyway or somewhere. She had seen a lot of it because 4 out of 5 people drank alcohol where she was. Just seeing that made her not want to drink alcohol ever, but if there was one that didn't have any side effects she might be interested. She waited for him to answer grinning widely.

"Oh and one more question, where did Cole go?", she asked quickly before he answered.