A lone figure was making his way quickly down the narrow alleyway, his steps quick and furious. He looked behind him as he did so, seeing the employee across the street shaking his fist at him. Abel, in a fit of emotion, growled and kicked at the concrete wall next to him. He didn’t stop there, as he let his fists fly against the unrelenting construct. “Fucking assholes, chasing me out because of my eyes.” He happened to like his eyes actually. The bright lilac was unique to him, as were the spiral pupils. What wasn’t to like about them? Besides, they worked exactly like other eyes, except for how they were formed. Did the people in the store just not like the color? What was wrong with the color? Alright it was kind of girly; even he had to admit that. What did he do wrong?

Abel slumped down against the wall, his head hanging in frustration and confusion. His knuckles were slightly bloody and already he could see the bruises forming on the edge. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he repeated to himself, wiping his knuckles with the sleeve of his black sweater and then wincing. It hurt way more than he thought it would, and he wanted to hit them to make them stop, but clearly that wouldn’t work either. Why was nothing going his way during the whole day? Why were people being so mean to him? He knew mutants weren’t all that liked, but was the situation really that bad? He should have known better than to admit to his eyes being absolutely natural. For a very brief instant, Abel hated that he was so naïve.

The entire day hadn’t gone as well as he would have liked. He woke up with a massive headache, and the pain made him want to curl in to a small ball and not leave the protective shell of his bed. However, he dragged himself out of it since he knew he had to go and get a replacement stereo after he had “accidentally” hit the side of its silver shell so hard he knocked it off its (admittedly) small stand. It was bad enough he was wearing clothes that would be perfect for a ruffian (black hoodie, worn jeans, and old Converse) but again, it was Abel- he’d be perfectly fine and if he didn’t do anything then nothing would happen. He recently heard of the whole “leave the alone and no one will bother you” aspect of life, and thought it was absolutely perfect.

It didn’t go down nearly that well, though. The absence of any sunglasses or contacts allowed everyone in the store, not to mention the streets, to see his obvious mutation. Some were clearly distressed, and it wasn’t long before a security officer approached him. Of course Abel acted defensively, confirming that he was a mutant but that no, he was not in there to steal anything. It didn’t work though, and he was practically chased out of the store and in to his current location. However, as much as Abel wanted to hate them, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Well, correction- he hated them, but it was just them. And really, what was he going to do? Create a mass hypnosis and have them all masturbate in public? That would go down well. Abel was naïve, but he wasn’t stupid. Sometimes, on the rarest of occasions, even he could rein in his incredibly impulsiveness. It pained him to do so, however.

So there he sat, with his back against the concrete wall and his eyes red from both the cold and scratching them dry. The tears had stopped of course, but his throat was still kind of raw and his nose was also a bit runny. The sound of footsteps caught his attention and he sharply brought himself to his feet, turning his back briefly to wipe his arm once more over his face. Was the person someone from the store? Look, just because he wasn’t going to create hysteria in the store or on the streets didn’t mean he wouldn’t use his hypnotic abilities in an alleyway such as this.

Jaime clicked the play button on his iPod as he walked through the streets of the Shopping District. He sang softly to the words as his eyes gave cursory glances to each sign in the windows. he had a purpose this morning, unlike most times he came to this part of town. he needed some new speakers for his stereo system. One of his old ones broke after being over-powered, and Jaime couldn't stand the scratchy, gravelly sound it was making. So here he was, walking through the streets of the Shopping District on a Sunday morning.

It wasn't long before he found himself at the entrance of the electronics store and steering his feet through the double doors. A security said something to him, but the music was too loud so he just ignored the slightly-overweight man. Continuing through the racks and stands of different technology, he stopped when he found the speakers. After about 15 minutes of searching, he found a set resembling his own broken ones back in the dorm and hauled them out from the bottom of the rest.

He had already set the box on the counter and was searching his wallet for his debit car when he heard the small skirmish by the entrance. The brunette told the clerk to hold on and peaked around some computer parts to get a better look. Whatever was being said was lost to his earbuds, though he caught a few words. He also noticed the boys lilac-colored pupils. This, paired with the fact that he heard the word 'mutant', made Jaime want to do something. But there was a problem: he couldn't cause a big fight and get himself in trouble at the Academy to stop this from happening. It was difficult to watch the innocent-looking man throw out for no reason. he left the store a couple minutes after, having forgotten his reason of being in the store.

He paused before following the mutant down the narrow alleyway he had chosen. Those eyes... seemed familiar now that he thought about it. He thought for about 30 seconds before shrugging the feeling off and continuing down the alleyway. Slight mumbles could be heard through the sound of Jaime's music, which he hadn't turned down since the District earlier. But he did see the man as he punched away at a concrete wall. He could've stopped it and he would've stopped it, had he thought he could do so effectively. Meaning without hit himself.

He approached the man a little slower than he would anyone else, mostly for his own comfort than anything. He wasn't in the mood for a fight in an alleyway, especially when he didn't know what exactly this guy could do. He could end up splattered across the alley wall if he wasn't careful. he put his hands up slightly as the man stood sharply from his position against the wall. Jaime realized he'd been crying when his face came into view. Dried up tear streaks, runny nose; reminded him of Connor after he'd been crying for a little while. He stopped a few feet from the man, dropping his hands back down to a normal position. "Are you..." He paused a moment, reluctant to keep speaking. But his conscious kept nagging at him , telling him he was doing the right thing. And it would Jaime feel better to know the man was alright. "Are you alright? I saw what happened in the store. I'm sorry..." He trailed off again, not sure what he was going to say anymore.

Given the available light in the alleyway, what was Abel to do? His eyesight was still rather blurry, but he could make out a pretty tall guy (taller than him at least, which wasn’t hard to do) with a voice that Abel wanted to say he knew, but couldn’t say for certain. If anything, “he” didn’t know the voice but David did, and that would mean he’d have to go through the old memories to try and find some sort of recognition. Either way, the guy was asking if he was fine, so he couldn’t be that much trouble, right? If he wanted to attack or make him run some more, Abel figured he wouldn’t have been asking something like that, and would have instead jumped at the chance to take advantage of Abel in his current (pathetic) emotional state. Still, Abel was wary, but then, did Abel ever think responses through?

“No I’m not alright. All I wanted was a fucking stereo.” He sniffed, even though his nose was already almost done with being runny and disgusting. Now he was doing it out of habit. His arms crossed and roughly shoved his back against the wall behind him once more. His eyes were itchy and he scratched at them with a hand. “Maybe I should invest in some sunglasses?” It was a rhetorical question, and he didn’t even catch how it could have been seen as a joke tossed at himself. Either way, sunglasses would definitely be useful… But then, what about when he went indoors? Even Abel figured that would be pretty dumb. There were those green contacts David had… Abel hated the color green, but if he had to use them, then he’d have to use them; simple as that.

Abel quickly stood away from the wall, pacing as far as the narrow alleyway would permit. “This has never happened to me before,” he stated, his voice now frustrated, if not even a bit confused. What had he done? Nothing, except try to get in to the store. “If that man has such a problem shouldn’t he be fired? Equal opportunity or something… Like, I should be able to buy a stereo just like a woman would for her bratty annoying child!” Forget the fact Abel didn’t mention he himself acted like a bratty, annoying child almost more than a kid in its single digits would be acting. He was also growing animated, his battered hands moving about to better convey the words Abel unconsciously knew he lacked at the moment.

A casual glance was sent over to where the other guy was. “You haven’t done anything to me yet so I’m going to assume you aren’t working for Mr. Fat-Guy over there.” There was his blunt approach to things again. Obviously, since this other guy hadn’t done anything yet, then he was obviously someone Abel could trust. Abel still hadn’t grasped the fact that life and its situations were far more intricate than that. Much like a small child would only see the world in black and white, so did Abel. It was likely, however, that since “Id” was formed out of David because of the extreme suppression of impulsiveness and needs, that Abel would ever be able to progress past that point. As scary as that may sound, Abel never once thought of it that way. In fact, he never thought of it at all. That was much too abstract for him to comprehend anyhow, at least on his own.

It was then Abel sat himself back down where he had been sitting before. He was pouting now, resigned to the fact he’d have to be more careful in the future. It was like the security officer had been a mother scolding a child- Abel- on what to do and what not to do. However, it wasn’t likely a mother had to scold a child about keeping out of a store simply because of what his genetics dictated he would look like.

Jaime walked a bit closer as the figure responded. It was quite understandable, in Jaime's opinion, that the young wasn't alright. That's what discrimination did to people. Made you feel unwanted, rejected. It was nothing new to Jaime; he had been discriminated against by his own family. He remembered the feeling well. It made him feel weak inside when he realized that his family hated him. But, it made him realize that what others thought of him didn't matter all too much. There were two groups that Jaime cared for enough to even consider what they thought of him; his friends and Connor, and the staff at the academy. No one else mattered.

Jaime stood still, listening as the man talked. It was a curious feeling when you couldn't tell whether someone was talking to you or not. As the man spoke, Jaime was trying to decipher whether he was to him, or to himself. "It's happened to me a few times..." He trailed off before he started going on about his family. This man wouldn't care and didn't really need to know if Jaime was honest with himself. "Well, according to most of society, mutants are considered under equal opportunity. And yes it's stupid, but there's really nothing you can do about it without getting hurt." Jaime was trying to calm him (Abel) down a bit. He didn't want him getting hurt, even though Jaime still didn't know his name. It was just the way Jaime worked; he cared way to much about things that he shouldn't even get involved with.

"I could go buy the stereo for you if you'd like?" Jaime doubted the man really wanted the stereo right now; he was just venting because of what had just happened. Like if someone wouldn't let you ride a roller coaster because of you're ride. It's not that he wouldn't let you ride, the part that really bothers you is that it was because of you're height. Jaime walked closer as the man spoke again. He sat against the opposite wall in the narrow alley. he didn't think it'd be wise to sit right next to him, especially with the other man flinging his arms around as he spoke. "Very good assumption. But I doubt he would want to hire me anyways"

Jaime laughed as he caught a glimpse of the male's face. He was pouting. This, once again, reminded Jaime of his younger brother, Connor. It seemed that this man was following the exact steps of anger that Connor would. First throw a tantrum, then pout about it, and eventually forget it. Though Jaime doubted if the man would forget this anytime soon. He smiled. "Anyways...my name's Jaime." Might as well start the conversation with his name. It always seemed like introducing himself helped people talk a bit more. Probably because it was easier to talk to someone you knew something about, than someone who was a complete and utter stranger.

But then again, some people just didn't like talking. And as far as Jaime knew, the man in front of him could very well be one of those people.

Abel wasn’t even paying attention to the other guy when he was talking. He was so wrapped up in his own rant that his thoughts were far too important to even think of pondering someone else’s voice. No, Abel was in his own world at that point; but, his own world in the real word, and not the old world in David’s brain. No, this new world was one that was completely different, but still the same. He was now surrounded by people wherever he decided to go; there was life all around him that couldn’t be argued. However, he was still all alone. It was the paradox of life, how someone could be surrounded by other people yet still feel completely, and utterly, alone. He hated that feeling, and he wanted it to go away, but then what would that make him? Abel began to wonder if life was better locked away in the shell of the brain.

Briefly, he thought back to how his “life” was then. All alone in that gigantic garden of roses and warped trees, with floating lights of memories from ages long gone. There was also the lake where he could spy on what David was doing at any particular time in the day. Don’t forget the few times Abel would “catch” David while the latter was attempting to Dreamwalk and then “lock” him in the small shell Abel was confined to. Then, the two would bicker, and those moments were the first time Abel experienced “fun” and how enjoyable it could be. He also recognized “anger” and even “disappointment” when David would end up leaving. That’s why Abel thought it would be amazing to live in the outside world so he wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. How surprised he was to find out how different it was from what he expected.

Id only started to pay attention when the other guy introduced himself as Jaime. The Asian looked up, finally able to take in some of the features of the guy now sitting across from him. There was a small tingling feeling in the back of his head as if he recognized this guy… But from where? Well, obviously it would be from the school, and there was a name coming out. No, it wasn’t Jaime. Abel pouted again, having paused for a brief instance when Jaime mentioned his name. Yes, it was coming, the name on the tip of his tongue… Well, he finally was able to get it out, but it sure as hell wasn’t “Jaime.”

“Sparky?” He phrased it as a question as more for confirmation in his own mind, Abel leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees as he did so. “You are Sparky, aren’t you?” He was grinning now, pleased with himself even though the other guy hadn’t clarified. He didn’t need to; the memories were coming up now. David, as usual, was giving someone a nickname the other person would probably frown upon, simply because the narcissist didn’t want to have to memorize something so mundane. All nicknames normally had to do with the powers of the individual, and thus “Sparky” had been assigned to Jaime. Abel also failed to remember just how rude David had been to this guy that was currently being quite kind to him. No, he was too caught up in recognizing the other guy to even bother with the semantics of how David treated Jaime, simply because Abel wasn’t David.

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[ooc]Eh, not the best I've written by a long shot. Sorry about that![/ooc]