<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/neko109.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Lynx Diago<br/>Age: appears 17 or 18<br/>Street Name: Rebel, Daredevil, or El Gato (the cat)<br/><br/>Lynx ran across the top of cars. Running from the cop car that was following him from the streets. He had uh...borrowed, yeah lets go with that, lots of food from a grocery store. He had been hungry and they weren't going to miss a bit. Or so he had thought. Unfortunately a cop had been present and seen him do it. Dammit. He should have been more careful. As he rode on top of the cars he watched the cars. Jumping to the next then playing out each possibility in his head. Total Sherlock Holmes style. Then jumped. It happened quickly. He then flipped up onto an eighteen wheeler. Watching for that pole that jutted out of a building and flipped up onto it. Swinging himself up and over. Over and over again until he built up enough speed and momentum to launch himself up onto the roof. From there he ran from roof top to rooftop. His red tail flying behind him.<br/><br/>He jumped down and spotted a building. The rich people hotel. NO cop wanted to go starting shit with people who could sue them outta there homes. Perfect place to hide out til the heat died down. He ran through the front door as it opened. Ignoring all the shouts and ran out into the pool area. OH! GIRLS! TIME TO SPLASH! Raced the thoughts as an impish grin was on his face. Torn jeans and a jean jacket vest flew through the air as he splashed through causing a bit tidal wave to drench all of the sunbathing bikini girls. He swam to the surface and up onto the side of the pool. Laughing as he sat on the edge. Watching the girls squealing and crying about their hair. Not yet noticing the guys. He stood and turned around. Blinking as he spotted them. They looked pretty cool yet clearly rich due to being in said rich hoity toity hotel.<br/><br/>Although...they might still be cool guys not stuck up pricks. He walked over to them. Dripping wet as his clothing stuck to him like glue. He looked at them. "Hey. Names...eh...don't know you yet." He grinned. "Call me Rebel Or Daredevil or even El Gato. Everyone on the streets does." He ran a hand through his wet locks. "Who are you guys?"