Ty brushed his hair out of his face with the back of his hand, spreading a line of green paint from his brow through his hair; he took a step back from the posters proudly laid out before him. All morning he had been preparing for the mini-rally he had planned, naturally he was mostly alone in the process as the few others he had had on his side had either abandoned him or been taken away by the police during what of their outbursts the previous weeks. Ty let a sigh penetrate the room which once had been filled with other mutants free to show themselves from what they were. Now the silence was deafening and Ty had had enough of it. He stacked the posters under his arm, threw on his long jacket and headed out the door.<br/><br/>He proceeded to staple the posters to telephone poles and other such places until he had two left. One went up in a shop who's owner was a friend of Ty's and a supporter of mutants, while the other he held onto. My now the wind had chilled him to the bone so Ty found his way to a coffee shop not far from the town square where a group of anti-mutants could be heard blaring away their crude messages. Ty entered the shop, feeling an instant change in energy as the negative ways from outside were dampened ever so slightly. He ordered a coffee and started up a little chat with the cashier as he studied the other customers.