Transcript taken from a chat roleplay.<br/><br/>--As if on cue, the bar started to empty. The few patrons able to drive moved to their cars. Most of them wandered off in search of cabs and subways. Bearing a bucket and towel, his server returned. Her smile was genuine as she started cleaning tables. "How was the burger?"<br/><br/><br/>--Evan smiled and slumped a little lower, "It was really good. I'm happy."<br/><br/><br/>--She chuckled, stepping out of the way of a couple men as they made their way past her heading toward the door. Bending over a table, she gathered several empty bottles and glasses, placed them on a waiting tray, then used the towel to wipe the table clean, "I can see that... you look much better now."<br/><br/><br/>--He chuckled at that. He felt like 'better' was not punching someone square in the face. He sat up straight and looked at her now that he could. She seemed fit, she probably worked out. He noticed her eyes, which were very sharp. Before he started staring, he replied. "Yeah, I don't know what got over me. The food helped a lot."<br/><br/><br/>--"Hey, we all get grumpy when we're hungry... and they did start it. At least no harm was done, right? They wont even remember that anything happened."<br/><br/><br/>--He exhaled, nodding his head. Thinking about it, she was right. "I'm really hoping they don't remember that. And I'm really hoping those who did don't start spreading rumors." He grinned, shaking his head.<br/><br/><br/>--"New Yorkers are far too busy to care about some kid with cool contacts. They've already forgotten about it. Relax." She finished with the table, then used a pair of bottles from the tray to fill the salt and pepper shakers carefully. Rinsing her cloth in the bucket, she repeated the process of clearing, wiping, and filling on the next table.<br/><br/><br/>--The boy's smile faded a little, wondering what she meant. He put his arms on the table and looked at her. "Contacts?"<br/><br/><br/>--Her tone was casual, but pointed. She glanced up to meet his gaze with serious eyes for just a moment before focusing her attention on her work again, "People see what they want to see. They wont assume what they saw was real. Because itâ€™s not possible. They'll justify and reason... and then forget about the whole thing."<br/><br/><br/>--He nodded, surprised at her words. She seemed to be more than just another bar worker. He then decided to risk the question, "What did you see?" He was looking straight ahead when he asked.<br/><br/><br/>--"Hmm... well that's an interesting question." she grunted as she heaved the now loaded tray up onto her shoulder, then seemed to balance it with ease. There had to be twenty glasses and as many empty bottles, as well as napkins and pretzel baskets stacked on the tray. "I saw a kid that needed a friend. I saw a couple guys who had too much to drink and lost control. And I saw a situation that could have got a lot worse. Any more than that... who knows? Maybe I didn't see anything."<br/><br/><br/>--"Whatâ€™s your name?" He asked, with a smile on his face.<br/><br/><br/>--"Most call me Sandy," she answered without hesitation, adjusting the tray where it balanced on one palm against her shoulder, "I'll be right back."<br/><br/><br/>--He watched as she left to put the stuff away. He called out loud enough that he hoped she heard him, "Well Sandy, I get the feeling those eyes can do more than just see."<br/><br/><br/>--She stopped in her tracks, back going stiff with tension. He'd noticed. She resumed walking fast, waving between the tables, some of which were still occupied. She was in the kitchen for a long time, trying to compose herself. When she returned, she immediately set to work as fast as she could.<br/><br/><br/>--He stayed still, just observing her. He ran different questions through his mind, trying to find the one that would be the best, the one that would not make her run or attack her. He couldn't really think of any, so he started with a simple statement. "I thought what you did was amazing."<br/><br/><br/>--She couldn't help but glance up at the others in the room. The bar had started to really empty now. Only about a third of the tables were occupied now, and most of them were part of a large party clustered together at the other end of the room; a wedding party by the looks of it. "I do what I can... when I can."<br/><br/><br/>--He nodded, and kept his voice down enough so only they spoke, "What can you do?"<br/><br/><br/>--"Enough... enough to know people hear with more than their ears."<br/><br/><br/>--He nodded, understanding why she didn't go too specific. "That seems out of the ordinary don't you think?"<br/><br/><br/>--"Ordinary is a fluid term... and based entirely on perspective. What is normal to you may not be the same for another."<br/><br/><br/>--He chuckled softly, "You sure do have a way with words, and yet you're not answering any of my questions."<br/><br/><br/>--"You keep asking them and you'll find out why..." she discreetly glanced up, scanning the people in the bar.<br/><br/><br/>--He sighed, "I'm asking because I feel like i can handle it."<br/><br/><br/>--"Sounds like my uncle's war wound. Even after they took his leg, he still complained that it itched. Just because you feel it, doesn't mean its there." she peered at him, then glanced around again, "You need to learn to say something... without saying it."<br/><br/><br/>--Evan thought about that. He figured she wouldn't really say anything unless he did something....big. He noticed a couple of glasses with water in them on her tray. They weren't full, but it would work. He looked at the party going on in the back, and made sure no one was watching. He then set his focus on those cups. He put all his focus into it, until what he got was achieved. He made the leftover water in the cups visibly float above the bottom, but not too much where the others saw. "How's that?"<br/><br/><br/>--She paused in wiping the table, frowning at him. After only a moment, she shook herself and went back to work. The tray was full again, and this time the tables were all cleaned, wiped, and refilled with salt and pepper. Without another word, she lifted the tray. It was stacked carefully, bearing far more than the last tray had, carefully arranged and balanced. This time, when she lifted it, she forgot to put on the show of appearing to strain in lifting it. She was out of sight only a few moments. When she emerged, she was wearing her jacket again, carrying a backpack over her shoulder. "Night, Jerry... See you tomorrow. Want me to hit the market again for you? Its on my way." She exchanged a few more words then headed for the exit, casting a single pointed glanced into the back corner where the kid sat before disappearing out the door.<br/><br/><br/>--The boy looked down, smiling. She seemed slightly pissed, maybe what he did wasn't so smart. He stood, grabbing his board, and proceeded to follow her. He tensed slightly, ready for whatever she would do.<br/><br/><br/>--She walked briskly, following the road to the intersection. The evening was cold. Too cold to be wearing so little clothing. To keep warm, she simply increased her pace. She never looked back to see if he was still there. Finally, she turned down an alley, glanced around discreetly, then ducked into a door that should have been locked, leading into the back entrance of an abandoned retail shop.<br/><br/><br/>--The boy followed close behind, one hand in his jacket pocket the other holding his board. The hat was once again on his head, but high enough you saw his now normal eyes. He followed into a seemingly abandoned shop.<br/><br/>--She waited only an instant after he was inside before closing the door tight. The second it was shut, she rounded on him. Her fist closed over the front of his jacket, and shoved him back against the wall. Her face was only inches from him, looking up at him from her height of 5'3". "If you<span style="font-style: italic">ever</span>come into my work, and pull a stunt like that... EVER again... I'll personally see to it you're drooling down your chin and drinking the rest of your meals through a straw till the day you die in a puddle of your own feces. Do you understand?"<br/><br/><br/>--The man, not smiling anymore, nodded, "I know it was a bit much. But I wanted some answers."<br/><br/><br/>--"Do you have any idea what I've gone through to convince these<span style="font-style: italic">stupid</span>people that this is all I am?! You come in, hot-shotting around, and try to get me stuck on a lab table somewhere... Damn fool. You'll get us both killed."<br/><br/>--Evan kept his breathing normal. He also thought of an animal that could fit much better into her metaphor, but now wasn't the time for jokes. He closed his eyes, "I know, that's why I've been hiding for the most part. The hat's not just a fashion accessory for me anymore. I just wanted to talk." He put his hands up, "I just wanna get to know you."<br/><br/>--She shoved him, hard, into the wall, then released him with an impatient growl and turned to stalk toward the other wall. "I barely manage to go unnoticed on my own. Two of us will cause a stir. They'll have to notice." but her posture was relaxing. She kept her face away from him to hide the look of incredible yearning at his words. She'd been alone for so long... but she couldn't afford to be sloppy.<br/><br/>--Evan winced a little at the pain, but mainly kept his composure. "Even if we weren't together, there are things out there that already know we exist."<br/><br/>--"You think I don't know that?!" with her back to him, all she had to do was pull her braid over her shoulder to expose the back of her neck. In the near darkness, the scar that marred the skin there was only barely visible. The skin along the back of her neck resembled melted wax with the lumpy, angry red evidence of a massive burn.<br/><br/>--Evan closed his eyes once he saw the scar. He felt very guilty for saying what he did. But it was to be expected, since he had the same problem. "Right, guess I'm not one to talk. Before I moved, I knew someone...or something...was chasing me, but I thought I could handle it. I never got caught," he looked to the floor, "but someone still payed for my arrogance." He then looked straight at the girl, "I'm not saying we should stick together yet, hell I'm not even saying you should like me. But I feel like we should just, keep each other safe, watch each other. Even if it helps a little, I just want people like us to be safe."<br/><br/>--"If that is what you really want, you'll keep whatever that was out of your eyes. Do whatever you have to to keep them looking like they do now. Never... EVER.... use another trick like you used in the bar. Find a way to blend in and be productive."<br/><br/>--He placed his hat lower on his head, "I wish it was that easy for me, but my traits are very unforgiving." He let his arms fall to his sides, "Those eyes appear whenever I get too hungry. They used to call me a shark because I had such a crazy appetite."<br/><br/>--Her tone was unforgiving, as she stood with her back to him, "Then feed yourself, Kid... You want to stay alive? Make it happen. No one else is going to watch out for you."<br/><br/>--He nodded his head, even though he knew she didn't see. "I've been trying, I really have. But you're wrong about being watched out for. True, most people aren't forgiving, but once in a while you find one who likes you no matter who you are." He stood to get up, and placed his board on the ground, "I'll be around."<br/><br/>--Lip trembling, she couldn't trust her voice to sound level and hard as she needed it to. Instead, she nodded, hiked her pack solidly onto her shoulder, and turned to begin walking deeper into the shadows of the building.<br/><br/>--Smiling sadly, Evan began his roll out, but before he passed the door, he stopped. Putting one foot on the ground, he turned to the darkness where he assumed she was. "I'm sorry for risking your life today, but I was just excited to meet someone like me, after losing everyone else. Stay safe." He then proceeded to roll out the door.