Endless Wire (open)

[Lani Hunter]

Headphones blasted The Who into his ears as Lani sat on the bus and stared out the window a rather thoughtful expression on his face. He watched the clouds rolling by and the tops of the trees sway and blur as the bus slowed and sped stop after stop. Lani's body may have been present but his mind was far away. There was so much going on and everything was happening so fast Lani was almost grateful for a task to distract him. He could at least ignore people on the bus with headphones in. No one was going to talk to him and he was fine with that. For once he didn't have to put a front up and pretend that everything was alright. A mask upon his face, Lani could break down in his head and ignore the world with the distraction of music brushing his mind. Lani'd been recovering and then Odion came back and Lani's world had reset. He wasn't going to say he'd rather Odion stayed away, it was too late for that. Hell, it was too late for that several months ago. Lani spied the stop he wanted and pulled the wire. He got up and showed no issue navigating the moving floor. He thanked the bus driver as he stepped off and headed toward the mall.

Lani plucked his ipod out of his jeans pocket to skip a song before replacing it. He didn't feel like listening to what was "Behind Blue Eyes". He had a dark button up shirt on and as he walked he noted the heat and rolled the sleeves to his elbows. Lani was here for a very specific reason and that was to find a gift for his father for his birthday. He'd already gotten a card and a small charm for Mother's Day for when he went home for the weekend to see his parents. His father's birthday was Monday and Lani would have to make sure he had something before he left on Saturday with his sister. Caroline was at least speaking to him again. He'd told her that he and Odion were trying. She hadn't been happy to hear that he'd broken Odion's nose nor that Odion had given him a fair amount of bruises as well. He was lucky, his hid very well. He wanted to make things work with Odion, he'd tried to tell Odion why he was stalling, but his roommate had come in and well, Adam had a very good way of making mountains out of molehills.

The fact remained that Lani and his father didn't get along, and the telekinetic didn't have the slightest clue what to get his father for his birthday. The only thing they had in common was taste in music and sports. Beyond that Lani would be hard pressed to find something that he and his father could agree on. Lani strolled by a music shop and he pulled his headphones out of his ears. He wasn't worried about being robbed, no Lani was very aware even without his ears. But he found it impolite to shop without leaving his ears open and it also helped if there was anything he'd like to take a five finger discount on. Lani spent some time looking through the vinyls. He didn't have a record player and neither did his father anymore, but there was something special about the old records. He moved on to look at the guitars and he couldn't resist poking a few strings. He'd never learned how to play but his dad had for a very brief time. He'd sold it when Caroline got sick. Lani considered the guitar and turned away. His father would never accept it if Lani stole it and with no job it wasn't like he could afford it. Lani started looking through the CDs instead, finding himself very distracted and flipping a few over that looked interesting to him and looking through a few older punk albums.

[Greg Mackenzie]

Leave it to Harrison to make much ado about practically nothing. And he’s supposed to be the straight man of the duo. Bah. Sometimes Greg really thinks the only reason why they’re still the best of friends was that they’ve just become so used to each other that they wouldn’t really know how to function otherwise. A friendship of ten years and counting after all. And yes, he tells Harrison his theory. Repeatedly. And oddly enough, Harrison actually agrees.

And it was that odd mix of familiarity and loyalty that brought the Canadian to the music store in such an afternoon. An afternoon that was supposed to be spent first in a bubble bath for an hour, then in his bed until dinner. Greg just survived an onslaught of exams and papers after all. He earned it. But bros before hoes demanded that he put Harrison’s needs above his own, and so the search for that perfect vinyl record of that very obscure band that Greg didn’t even know existed but his hipster best friend loved began.

“What the fuck did I get myself into,” he mumbled to no one in particular. He grabbed the crumpled list of bands that he remembered his best friend listened to and started looking around. After about two minutes of looking and coming up empty, Greg decided it’s best to start asking for help. He tapped a blonde’s shoulder (he seemed like he worked for the store – seemingly aloof, serious, the brooding hipster type) and said, “Umm, I’m wondering if you have any vinyl records for either the XX or Chivurches? How do you say this? Chuvurches? Chiverchays?”

God Harrison better thank him for this.

[Lani Hunter]

Lani, a hipster, that would be a new one. Lani probably wouldn’t know how to react if someone called him a hipster, he wasn’t sure he even knew what that meant. He supposed he listened to oldies more than most people, but really with some of the weird stuff that was on the radio now a’days it was hard not to fall back on those that have been confirmed as good and good enough to repeat far after the singers and guitarists, drummers and bassists had all fallen to age or drugs. The telekinetic wasn’t feeling very conversational today and one of the workers asked him if he needed help and he’d declined with a polite smile. He was content spending a lot of time in here. One or two of the CDs struck his fancy and Lani casually flipped them over and considered the track list. When the worker had gone to the register to presumably play some game on his iphone and Lani’s already swiped the employees wallet and grabbed the cash before casually dropping the wallet then on the floor, kicking it down a bit.

Lani moved on holding the CDs. He never looked up or made any sign that he was up to no good, he was just another customer looking about. He’d buy whatever he got his dad, the bastard still asked Lani to produce a receipt, but that didn’t mean Lani had to buy it with his own money. Lani knew his discounts were over for the time being when another person came into the store and Lani just went on looking. Lani’s heart jumped into his throat when he felt someone tap on his shoulder. There was no way. He fixed his mask and turned to the kid crossing his arms as the boy addressed him. Lani blinked in confusion and raised a brow at the younger kid and looked around for a moment very unsure of why he was asking Lani if he had any vinyl records at all. “Uh, dude… I don’t work here,” Lani said, “Have you checked the vinyl record section?” He asked and took a look at the word he was trying to say. He hadn’t a clue. Neither were bands he was familiar with. “Chi’ver’ches,” he offered with a shrug, but that was his best guess.

He kept an eye on the kid and after a moment offered, “They’re in alphabetical order.” Lani turned back to the racks and plucked out a name that looked familiar and started looking over the back of an Apocalyptica CD before placing it back. He wondered if a vinyl would be something his father would like. No, his father would much rather be able to listen to in the car or something. Lani picked up an album. Framing Hanley, he’d heard a few of their songs. Lani was curious and swiped the CD under one of those old school headsets and held one of the sides to his ear and listened. Well that was interesting. He added it to his small stack. Lani held that when something caught his eye. Chvrches. He looked over at the other customer and held out the CD. “This the band you’re looking for?” It wasn’t vinyl but it was something.

[Greg Mackenzie]

“Oh shit! So sorry!” Of course he would derp upon talking to this fine specimen. Or at least his ex would think the blonde was a fine specimen; Richard had always said he was a sucker for blondes, hence that one disastrous summer that Greg bleached his hair and eyebrows. Never again. (Objectively he’d probably agree, but the older boy just wasn’t the Canadian’s type. There’s something off about him. He’d say his spidey-sense tingled, but it’s probably some weak remnant of the other boy’s thoughts that his telepathy picked up but couldn’t actual sense out of). “Chi-ver-ches,” he repeated after the blonde, “Sounds just about right. Thanks dude. And sorry for disturbing you!” He’s been on the other end of a similar exchange, every time he shopped at Abercrombie and Fitch. It always annoyed him. Greg gave the boy one last apologetic smile and went on the other way, following his advice to scan through the vinyls alphabetically.

He combed through the C-D section twice, and he unfortunately didn’t see that particular CHVRCHES album he was looking for. He was just about to give up and decide to simply give Harrison a gag gift – he saw pink furry handcuffs in the dollar store just around the corner – when he heard the other boy call him. “Yeah! This is it!” Greg almost squealed as he walked over and grabbed the CD with both hands. It wasn’t exactly a vinyl record, but maybe if he brought it over the counter the guy over the register can help his search. Or at least actually confirm that they don’t have that particular album on vinyl.

The telepath only touched the boy’s hand for a split-second, their fingers barely brushing against each other, and yet a floodgate of memories and thoughts still spilled. It wasn’t as extreme nor as painful as four months ago, and Greg was able to stop it before it overwhelmed it, but it was still rather significant. “Hey,” he said, turning back to the blonde and speaking in a relatively hushed tone, “You’ve seen Kermit’s wallet? Small, plaid with red and yellow. Had his licence and cards, along with about, say $80 in it?” He tried to be subtle as he took a step back, but kept his eyes friendly and welcoming. Normally his father would say he shouldn’t say anything and just let it be, but not Greg. It’s always been his dream to be placed in, well, a situation of sorts (mostly he’d love to be in a place where a guy catcalls another woman and he’d swipe in to save the day; he’s twisted like that) and boy did he feel rather empowered. “Not that he knows it yet. Kermit’s already had enough to worry as it is, with a name like that.”

Without even thinking about it, he winked at the boy. Oh shit. I shouldn’t have done that, he thought, possibly unknowingly projecting his thought to the general vicinity.

[Lani Hunter]

Lani gave a smile and shrugged, he wasn’t really offended, a little bothered but otherwise Lani didn’t care. “No problem,” he replied and went about his business. Lani was, he supposed, brooding. He didn’t like the situation he’d been caught in these past few weeks. On the one hand he was unbelievably happy that Odion was back and wanted nothing more than to just be with him again. On the opposite hand Lani remembered the pain and he was afraid of what would happen in the future. Lani had been getting very good at not feeling anything, but now that Odion was back the emotions were battering him and he could only do so much to keep his power from reacting in kind. He suppressed a sigh and was glad for the distraction as the CD caught his eye.

Lani barely noted that they’d touched and he had no idea that the boy had just gotten a snapshot of Lani’s probably very tangled thoughts. He didn’t know that all of his thoughts were no longer private and he just went about his business. The telekinetic looked up in surprise as he was called upon again. Really, what did this kid want? Could Lani not just shop for a present for his ass hole father in peace? Lani’s expression didn’t change, though his mind reeled. Lani was an expert liar and so he just shrugged and shook his head. Admit to nothing, he told himself, after all what could this kid really do to him? “Kermit? No, I haven’t seen anything like that. I’ll make sure to turn it in if I do.” He said and dropped his eyes back to the CDs. There was no way. No way, that had happened far before the kid came inside. There was no proof that Lani’d done anything, there were no cameras inside and honestly no one could prove that the money in Lani’s wallet wasn’t his.

Looking back up, Lani forced an air of pleasantness onto his face. He couldn’t believe this kid was still talking to him. One thing this poor boy didn’t realize was that Lani simply didn’t care. He had to eat, and so his choice of job came with a little more perks than most. If this boy wanted to be a hero he was in way over his head. Lani’s been playing the villain for far longer than this kid had been playing hero, he knew every trick in the book. He opened his mouth to say something but the kid winked at him and Lani was knocked a little out of his comfort zone. Even more strangely it seemed as though the kid had spoken but his lips hadn’t moved. Lani shivered uncomfortably, it must have just been his imagination. Lani shook off the uncomfortable feeling and didn’t have to work very hard to keep his bewildered expression on. He raised a brow and took a step away. “Alright…” He tapped the CDs on the top of the others and made a show of shaking his head at the presumably crazy kid.

Moving down to the W section, Lani continued his search, he had to find something quick, but not too quick. He found The Who and started looking through their albums. He perked up and a little smile formed on his face. This. This would make his father smile. He grabbed Live at Leeds with a mix of songs and Tommy. Lani checked over the price and quickly calculated the funds he would need for that and the ones he’d picked out. Well, with whoever the worker’s cash Lani’d have no problem, but wouldn’t it just burst this kids bubble if he paid with a card. A card linked to a completely legitimate account to. Well, so long as no one asked questions about what went into it.

[Greg Mackenzie]

The blonde’s denial threw Greg off. As much as he’d like to hide the sudden wave of confusion that swept all over him, he couldn’t. The smugconfident smile vanished, his mouth briefly turning into a straight line before he bit the right side of his mouth just slightly. The slight twinkle in his eye was replaced by doubt, his eyebrow cocking and his gaze uncertain. Was I just imagining things? Telepathy should’ve granted him the ability to discern whether or not someone was lying, but he’s also read somewhere – or heard from someone, it’s all muddled really – that certain individuals get around it if they truly believe that what they’re telling was the truth.

Either this kid was a master liar, or he’s turning insane.

“A-awesome.” He gave himself a mental slap in the forehead as not only did he stutter as he said that, but also squeaked it out. Who knew the whole heroism thing’s way harder than he thought?

Deciding to put it behind him at the moment – he’s still not entirely sure that the blonde was in the clear; while he hasn’t exactly deliberately read the other boy’s thoughts, his stray thoughts were giving away signs of anxiety or at least discomfort, which to Greg decided meant that he was suspicious enough – and instead went up to Kermit and asked if they had the CHVRCHES CD in vinyl. Which, by sheer luck, they do. The hapless Canadian was just looking at the wrong section (they also sorted the vinyls by genre, apparently).

CHVRCHES vinyl record in hand, and fortunately located near the other end of the store, Greg decided it’s high time to continue his vigilante work, especially since it seemed like the blonde’s about to leave the store soon. He popped two aspirins and started prying a little deeper, successfully nabbing the boy’s name – or at least what he thought was the boy’s name. (He was careful not to get too cocky with his mental reconnaissance; from his understanding, powerful beings can detect mental intrusions, and since the boy had successfully passed his mini-lie detector earlier, he had no idea how he’d react to said invasions of private spaces). /Taking Kermit’s money wasn’t very nice Odion/, hoping he’d modulated his mental-voice to the proper intensity – not enough to be threatening, but enough to be imposing and intimidating, /Now I haven’t told him anything yet, but I think a small suggestion for him to check under the TOP40 CD rack might alarm him about something/. He could feel the strain on his system, but he’s trying his best to keep it together. Hopefully ‘Odion’ will think it’s the voice of God or something. /I’ll give you two minutes./

Fuck that was hard. Greg had to stabilize himself by holding on to the shelves before him. TV shows and movies were clearly lying about the ease at which telepathy was used.

[Lani Hunter]

The vanishing smile gave Lani confidence, no this kid had no idea what he was doing. Lani was in the clear, he already had a few plans in place as this situation went on, some of which would have the kid himself calling his own wolf and being devoured. Lani stretched out his ears as the boy went to talk to the man at the counter, presumably Kermit. That was a really unfortunate name, though if he had problems with it, Lani’s advice was to take the instigator and break his nose. That was what had stopped people at Lani’s old high school from making fun of his ‘girlie’ sounding name. No one messed with him after that. Lani wasn’t usually someone who fought, but there were a few things that brought it out of him. People who didn’t realize when to let things go, threatening Odion or Caroline. And consequently when he’d perceived Odion as threatening Caroline he’d turned against Odion as well.

Lani was content to just look and when he found that CD he was ready to leave. He was making his way to the front when he was stopped in his tracks by the sudden voice in his head. It wasn’t his thoughts, that was clear, Lani communicated with himself well enough to know the sound of his own thoughts, this was different. Kermit again? Lani made it look as if something had just caught his eye and back pedaled to look at a random CD. The sound of Odion’s name was like dropping him into cold water. He immediately looked around for the redhead and he couldn’t figure out if someone was talking to Odion who was nearby or if it was all in his head. Oh shit, he was actually going crazy now! That was rooting Lani to the spot and he tried to calm his heart rate. Odion’s face filled his mind and those blue eyes for a while dominated his entire existence. Lani had come here to not think about Odion, well that worked out well.

The CD that Lani was looking at shook a little in his hands, not because he’d been caught, but because the name of his ex-lover, whom he was working things out with trying to salvage something that had been had between them, had been thrown at him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and tried to figure out what was going on. His eyes fell on the kid he had spoken to before. He put two and two together and swallowed hard. Telepath, he thought with a mental snarl. He hated telepaths. Always sticking their mind where they didn’t belong. Lani wasn’t sure if this would work but he thought with all of his strength with the kid in mind his gray eyes daggers on the kid. GET OUT! He wasn’t sure if that would actually work or how it would even work but it gave him a mild sense of satisfaction. He was going to look like an idiot and the criminal himself if he pointed it out.

Either way, that was Lani’s cue to leave. He approached the counter, well he could do this in two minutes. He greeted this Kermit and pulled out his wallet handing over a card, so he’d wanted to use the cash but he could use that elsewhere. He dared this crazy man to say something, after all, did he realize how suspicious it would look if he told someone to check under the TOP40 rack. The man was putting his CDs into a bag while Lani signed off on the receipt. A minute and thirty seconds later Lani turned from the counter to leave. This kid had no idea who he was messing with, and well, Odion was going to kill him, but he wasn’t going to correct him.

[Greg Mackenzie]

Odion being still and silent somehow brought the smile back in the Canadian’s face. Well, a ghost of a smile anyway. The pain from projecting his thoughts and modulating it and ensuring that only his intended target ‘heard’ it was still rather prominent, and the painkillers have yet to work. He would’ve pried a bit further, tried to see the actual effect of his show of power, but alas he’s not that skilled yet. Maybe a month or two down the road, but not now. He did pick up some anger though, which while wasn’t the intended effect, was something he’d settle for at the moment.

Good deed done. Karma should repay him nicely for this.

He was just about to give himself a mental high five when he heard Odion’s mental shout. Thank god for sturdy CD shelves, else he would’ve been flat on the floor right about now. And it wasn’t just because it was unexpected; receiving thoughts and actually having mental conversations was yet another facet of his power that he knew he could do, but has yet to actually train for. “Goddamit,” he grumbled as he struggled to stand up, eyes not leaving the blonde boy for one second. Seemed like he just wasn’t giving up. And since he’s almost out of the store – The nerve of the douche to buy a CD and look Kermit in the eye after stealing his wallet – there’s really nothing else he could do.

Unless.

He took a few deep breaths and composed himself. It took a little longer than expected, and by that time the blonde was almost done with his purchase, but it didn’t matter. If his half-ass plan worked, at least he’d be able to tell him that stealing would never be acceptable. Ever.

Once he’s back to around 60%, he walked over the TOP40 rack and grabbed Kermit’s now-empty wallet. Instead of returning it to the hapless employee however, he put it in his bag and went his merry way to pay for the damn CHVRCHES record.

By the time he finished paying for the vinyl, Odion was out of sight. Lucky for him the two Mr. Wrights had been training him in using his telepathy to track people, and while he’s not good at it, he was at least capable of keeping tabs about where Odion was at the moment. The real problem now was catching up to the man.

“Hey there! You! Blonde with an HMV bag! I think you dropped something!” he yelled over the crowd, waving the wallet up high and using his free hand to tap the boy on the shoulder. “Kermit right?”

/You’re really not going to return that to him, are you?/ He stared at the blonde straight in the eye, puffing his chest just slightly to appear more intimidating. He’s heard dozens of times that he’s naturally intimidating with his build and all, but something tells him it wouldn’t be enough to, well, scare the blonde thief.

[Lani Hunter]

Lani was over this kid and his moral attitude and the telekinetic was working on calculating the benefits of using his power or not. He didn’t care who this kid was or who this guy thought he was, Lani wasn’t going to be the good guy. It was all he could do to keep his temper, Lani couldn’t be sure whether or not the younger man had any idea what he was messing with. Lani’d taken out the head of a Boston mob and gained his freedom in the process, Lani was not afraid of one small kid with telepathy. There was only so much weight that could be produced from reading thoughts, and Lani could pass a drug test. He’d been trained well and he could tell someone he was a woman with blue hair and never set off the lie detector. Now a human lie detector probably wouldn’t be fooled, but again, how much weight could be put into that as well. A witness maybe, but who then would tell that they themselves were not also lying.

The mental shout at least seemed to have some effect, maybe that would teach the kid that eavesdropping was bad. Lani smiled in satisfaction and went to buy the CDs. Lani had no trouble looking into Kermit’s eyes when he smiled and thanked him. He was all clear by his regards. He didn’t care what Kermit’s story was, Lani knew from his clothing that he wasn’t badly off. He probably lived with his parents, the clothing was that forced threadbare style that made rich kids think they were indie. Admittedly he was working, probably at minimum wage, but then no one carried around that much cash anymore, chances were Kermit was buying something he shouldn’t be anyways. Lani didn’t really care, he thought he’d been kind, he’d left the cards and the IDs, if Kermit was as unaware of everything as he was he was lucky the thief was Lani and no someone else who would take the cards and drain the bank accounts.

As he left Lani gave what appeared to be a polite smile to the kid, but with what he knew and what he knew the kid knew, it was very well a cocky and arrogant smile. Lani pulled out his ipod and was sifting through songs considering what he wanted to listen to as he made his way toward the exit and eventually to the bus stop. Oh for the love of… he thought as he heard the kid yell after him. In a crowd Lani just acted natural and turned with a curious look on his face. People glanced at him but no one seemed to give any more attention than that. People were in their own worlds, they didn’t care. Someone was taking care of it they figured. He stepped away from the boy resisting the urge to catch that hand and bend it back for the kid’s efforts, albeit failed efforts to stop him.

Lani went as far as to pat his pocket where his own wallet was, as if he needed to make sure that he still had his. Lani look the wallet and shook his head. “No, sorry man, why don’t you take it to mall security or something they’ll probably have a lost and found.” Lani raised a brow and an impish smile crawled across his features. It was taking a great deal of effort not to laugh at the kid’s attempt to intimidate the telekinetic. Honestly, the kid was about as terrifying as a kitten, the kid probably had never known any situation that would press someone into desperation. He shook his head at the kid’s mental question. If this kid knew what was good for him he’d cut his losses and do what he was told. Granted the mall security could use probable cause to search him but without proof that the money wasn’t Lani’s there was no proof. This vigilante had already lost. Lani turned away and walked but now his power was also tracking this kid, if he wanted to follow Lani he’d know just how out of his league he was. If the kid wanted to go any further, well, right now it was the kid that was holding the wallet not Lani. And Lani’d left the wallet somewhere it would be found, the kid had taken it out of the shop without telling the worker. So now who was the thief?

[Greg Mackenzie]

Of course the blonde would deny it. Of course he would smirk and look all so cocky. He should’ve known. He should’ve prepared for the inevitable.

But hey, half-assed plan and all, right?

Frustrated and really out of any viable option, Greg could only say /You are like the worst. This is why we can’t have nice things/. It didn’t make that much sense, but hey, cornered kitten right? /Can’t believe people like you exist/. He didn’t look like those starving waif-esque kids who actually need to steal in order to survive. Not that the telepath would condone that kind of stealing – he never really believed that the end could justify the means – but at least that he would understand. But Odion seemed to be perfectly “normal”; he wouldn’t have pegged him to be any different from the thousand other blonde dudes in their early twenties shopping around town walking with two or three shopping bags from them specialty boutiques.

Grabbing the crowd’s attention wasn’t exactly part of his plan though, so for their verbal exchange at least, Greg remained cordial, smiles and all. Which was hard, ‘cause dual-speak and simultaneous conversations were already challenging on their own; adding that extra element of say something, think another and well, it could easily go to shit if he wasn’t be careful.

“I could’ve sworn I saw you drop it, huge apologies,” he said, mustering the fakest grin he could make, “I’ll go do just that. Have a nice day.” He slowly backed away, making sure the blonde never left his sight. He gave his own wallet a little pat, just to make sure it’s still there. He hasn’t sensed any thoughts that sounded like revenge or anything like that, but better sure than sorry.

/Better be careful now Odion. I’ve got your mental signature now, I promise you this won’t be the last time./ Mostly an empty threat to be honest, but Odion didn’t need to know that.

Once he thought he was far enough, he turned his back and went to the mall lost and found, reminding himself to tell Kermit, at least telepathically, that his wallet’s in lost and found.

ooc:
I’m guessing that’s a wrap on my end? I’m down to continue if you feel like it though but I’m also good closing it this way lol.

[Lani Hunter]

Lani’s expression didn’t change and he simply watched the boy with a bored expression. Did he think Lani didn’t realize that? He quirked a smile. This kid had a lot of big ideas, but he was thinking far too small. On the grand scheme of things Lani was nowhere near as bad as he could be. Honestly, it was a miracle of having a family to ground him that kept him from becoming a carbon copy of his boss. Lani shrugged and wished he had a way to retort in some way a coherent thought and he merely thought that he wasn’t a murderer so he couldn’t be that bad. If he wanted to make Lani feel bad he wasn’t doing a very good job. Lani was a thief and he was good at it too, so what if he used a skill he had, it was no different than him using his telepathy right now.

“No problem,” he shrugged innocently and gave a pleasant smile. “You too,” he replied and despite the kid’s precautions Lani had no interest in stealing his wallet, not when he could call Lani on it. Maybe one day, if Lani saw him he’d get the little bugger back but not quite today. Unworried Lani turned away and started walking even as his power tracked the retreating telepath. It took all of Lani’s will power to not laugh out loud and he did the best he could to organize his thoughts and he hoped the telepath overheard it when he thought, Looking forward to it. He had to admit acting sinister like this gave him a little bit of an adrenaline rush and though he wasn’t what he would consider evil, this kid had pegged him as such without even a second thought. He didn’t know Lani, hell he even thought he was Odion, well that was going to be fun.

It was rather frustrating that this kid could judge him based on this one act. But Lani honestly didn’t blame him, for most people thieves were thieves, it was that simple. For anyone Lani knew, especially on his side of the circle, things were never that simple. That was what was wrong with the world, they wanted everything to fit into little black and white boxes, but Lani knew the world was painted gray. No one Lani knew had gotten into the art because they had wanted to, their hands had been forced or they were actually good at no other trade. But then again, what little thanks Lani and his kind got for keeping the police force employed. Lani’s power tracked him until he was outside then he stuck his ipod in his ears and started a new song for his stroll back to the bus stop.

((I think this is a good stopping point!))