Stalkers

Appearences by:	Tracy, Izzy, Casey, Elysian Ashkevron, Caleb Green
Season:	Season 1
Episode #:	4
Date:	October 23, 2006
Total Deaths:	0

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Regrettably Rude / Tracy Strauss:
Fucking layover. One of the most ridiculous instances known to man where the issue of flight was concerned. Why not just take a plane to your entire destination? Sure, it's fine for you to fly nearly a day across the Atlantic Ocean to Europe, but you can't fly a straight fourteen hour flight from New York City to Las Vegas? Tracy rolled her eyes as she stepped through the the hallway toward the airport. Cream colored gator skin stiletto peep toe heels met the ground stroke after stroke, her balance maintained despite the artificial height it gave her. Miss Strauss was dressed to kill in those cream colored pin stripe suit pants of hers, which hugged the shape of her legs in a way so complimentary. A light brown jacket was over her upper torso, opened just a bit to expose a best of her upper chest but not showing any of the goods. White pearl necklace about her throat, which she wore at all times no matter what. The political advisor on the run found herself marching out into the sitting area of the loading dock, leather brown purse (Keyword to: http://www.polyvore.com/business_woman/set?id=2765171#foo) over that right shoulder hanging by the straps, vintage shades hiding blue hues from view. She stepped out, not having to worry about her luggage as they were going to load it into the next plane for her. Not because of her political pull (though, she did have plenty of that), but because it was the courtesy of the company. All she had to do? Find herself a bar, order a mojito, and wait for the plane to arrive. Which was exactly what she did, marching about the airport in search on a decent place to order a drink while she waited. She was in Texas; the last place anyone would think to look for her. If Tracy Strauss still had to be incognito, then someone should have told her this, for she had not a worry in the world of being seen. In fact, dressed as she was, it was as though she was begging people to notice.

photodegenerate / Casey Dolsen:
Dressed to kill what, exactly? Those shoes were enough to send any Peta-loving person into fits. Luckily for her, Casey was neither in to Peta or women, otherwise she might have earned herself a fanboy on this particular occasion. No, much like every other person here, he was not thrilled. His eyes darted down to the black-and-blue wristwatch for the umpteenth time in the past ten minutes, almost wishing he could will the minute hand forward. But no, according to the little flashing sign, the flight he'd been waiting on was going to be delayed. By three hours. He technically shouldn't be picking up his grandmother in the first place, but he was more than willing to do a little community work to get out of the house for a while. Dressed much like a teenager might, he looked every bit the security threat he could have been. A loose-fitting red hoody with the school's team mascot on it, a pair of almost-too-baggy jeans tied in place by a belt that still let them hang a little too low, though there was no danger of exposure here. Sneakers finished off the look, as he let out another sigh. Had she been paying attention, she would note that the kid was almost following her around. She was moving out of desire, he was moving out of boredom. It just looked like he was stalking her.

kodokunate / Izekeal Queen:
Almost 12 hours… What a grueling flight. I'm never flying between the states and Japan again, Izzy thought, looking out his window. He knew the flight was almost over; he couldn't wait. In the scheme of things, moving to Texas didn't seem like the best of plans. His brother was probably in New York looking for the Suresh person. Or maybe he was in DC, his childhood home. However, Izzy didn't think he'd be in those places… He couldn't exactly remember when or where he'd heard it, but he was quite sure that David was in Texas, in the home they stayed in for about a year. There was something about Texas that just screamed "The answer is here." So, of course, Izzy was going there. And besides, if the other places seemed to hold more answers, they were only an astrol projection away, so a home base in Texas wouldn't be too bad. He could see the plane was going to be landing soon; he was hoping his 'friend' from New York would be there… The guy had a nifty ability, and if he learned how to work it, he could possibly find another clue to his older brother's whereabouts. And in the meantime if he found someone to converse with, then so be it. Izzy pulled out his phone, looking to the time and shoving it back into his pocket. I'm never flying ANYWHERE… This shit is for the birds…

celestiaIity / Elysian:
Elysian had been informed by his newfound friend that he was moving to Texas, and could use Elysian to help him find his brother. Apparently, Izzy thought that Texas was where he would find answers as to the location of his mysteriously missing brother, and so of course Elysian, not having much to do in his hometown, agreed to take a vacation to the wonderously resort-like state, to do just what he'd been asked to do. He'd arrived to Texas not long before Izzy's flight was supposed to land, and conveniently remained in the terminals, awaiting the landing of his friend. Hopefully Izzy would notice Elysian, what with the recent change in dress. Normally, with the New York weather, he'd be all bundled up in different sorts of black Armani things, but, a nice pair of jeans, a pink oxford top, and matching sunglasses would have to do for now. In his hands Elysian held a sign, that read, in big black bold print, "IZZY", and if the boy managed to miss Elysian by any means…well, he'd just have to be on his own. As he awaited Izzy's arrival, Elysians eyes began to wander about the airport, silently sizing up the travellers here and there. What he was seeing a lot of, unpreferentially, were coyboy hats, and boots, and…not much attractivity abound. He sighed slightly, "Boy is this going to be fun…"

Tracy:
The steps about the airport brought around and around in what seemed like circles, but really, the place was just that big. Right arm was bent at the elbow so that her hand could grip the straps of that brown purse over her shoulder, holding it there for support and security. The way people were these days…she didn't trust any young hoodlums to not just run by and rip that purse right off of her arm (oh, and for the record, everyone noticed how great she looked! :-P). A glance to the right would be done with a gentle toss of that head, layered blonde locks shifting about to give her a better view of the restaurant she was examining. Ah! A bar! Well, it was a restaurant, but they had a bar set up at the back, so she could probably get what she was looking for there. The place had a jungle theme to it, very similar to Rainforest Cafe. She stepped right on past the dummy animals near the plastic trees until she found a seat at the bar — and that's when she saw him. Blue eyes took note of the young boy, the one in the red hoodie, who she had noticed a few minutes prior at the other restaurant she had almost stopped in. Her heart sank into her gut as she looked away nonchalantly, though inside her nerves were going haywire. Is he…following me?

Casey:
As it turned out, he was not a fan of inflatable and stuffed animals. In all reality, they kind of freaked him out. Not to mention, the little incident with the pig… well, that had sucked. He could almost feel the throb - if he actually knew what that felt like. Nevertheless, he found himself in this funny little place - still mostly exploring, with gator-shoes only in his peripheral vision. He didn't know what made him mark her - perhaps it was the fact that she looked so out of place here. But he was, for lack of a better term, following her. Scratching the back of his head, he stood in the only apparent exit, not sure whether he should continue his little foray into espionage or just leave it alone. After all, there was plenty of exploring left to do, and he certainly wasn't going to be allowed to drink for three hours until the plane showed up. Still, he was kind of hungry. That might as well be incentive enough to stay. Peering around, he tried to find an 'inconspicuous' place to sit. A place where he could watch the people that came in and left.

Izzy:
"Finally…", Izzy said, being able to see actual formations on the ground at this point. He knew it was a matter of time before he could settle in as a Tex… Texonian? Texasian? Texasite? Whatever the hell they called themselves here, he was just ready to get away from the snoring old lady next to him, and the two loud babies a few rows behind him. As the plane finished landed, people began to rustle and move around, getting there things. Of course, Izzy had to nudge the lady next to him to get her moving. He shook his head and when the way was clear, he grabbed his small carry on bag and prepared to leave. His attire was pretty much ok, except the small bit of jello he happened to spill on his blue dress shirt, but it was in a spot that was nearly unnoticable. The dark blue jeans remained clean, as did the timberland boots that adorned his feet. Not as fancy as some people, but it definently got him by. A pair of shades hung from the shirt, and if the sun was bright enough when he exited the plane, they would be slipped on. It didn't take long for the man to finally get off the plane and gather his suitcase, and in no time he was looking for Ely. "…Texite?"

Elysian:
Elysian was of course, right there as Izzy exited the plane. He moved towards him as he saw the man walking, with an obvious amount of annoyment (word?) plastered all over his face. He smiled. Oh how pleasant plane rides were. The after-plane glow could be seen on all the other passengers that entered the airport after Izzy. Elysian waited for a moment and brandished his sign, shaking it a bit, and clearing his throat. Would he yell? Nah, not yet. No need. Afterall, Izzy wasn't very far at this point. He moved up to the man, and moved his hand towards Izzy's bag, as if he were some sort of, family member greeting their kin as they exited the airport. That, or his domestic servant. Either way, what with the stain on his shirt, that Elysian totally noticed, or the look on his face, he figured that a gesture as small as this one could go far. "Texbyterian." He nodded slightly, and continued walking, for a moment, before he realized that, instead of making assumptions about how the flight went, he could simply ask. "So, how..was the flight?" Oh, and, "And where to?"

Tracy:
"A mojito, thank you." Said Tracy to the bar tender the moment he joined her by her stool. She crossed that right leg of hers over the left, letting it dangle helplessly whilst that purse was sat on the bar top. A side glance followed the boy who had trailed her into the restaurant, sitting so nonchalantly at a table all on his own. Blonde locks would be flicked outward when that left hand of hers dug beneath the entirety of them and worked its way back out through them, giving them a faint toss. You're getting anxious, thought she to herself, What good would a teenage boy do for the people following you? Inner dialogue offered the suggestion that he was a decoy, or maybe a big deal despite his age. After all, she knew that the extent of her power could lead to the death of another human being, and that Cindy, the woman from Nathan's office and Central Park, could send electricity out at her. Who was she to say this boy couldn't render her unconscious with the snap of his fingers, or even worse — kill her. She cleared her throat at the tender joined her, bringing that mint-flavored drink. She reached in her bag, pulled out her ID, and handed it his way. "Thank you." A glance at the boy, again, though this time she stared at him. As if daring him to do something, daring him to move, daring him to speak up. Mojito would be brought to her lips and she would take a swig, staring at him even still.

Casey:
Totally caught on the look back - as he did look back. No one had come to his table yet, either, which meant they must have assumed he was waiting for someone. Typical. Well, now he wasn't sure what to do. He made certain to tear his eyes from her, an exasperated sigh touching his lips. He'd been caught. Well, what could he do? Stepping out from the table, slipping his hands into his hoodie-pouch, he approached her. He wasn't menacing, or hulking, or even the slightest bit intimidating. According to a certain jock, he didn't even look all that manly. Shaking those peculiar thoughts from his head, he returned to the present, which had him walking towards Miss Four-Hundred-Dollar-Purse and what not. He arrived, after no little feet shuffling, before opening his mouth. What could he possibly have to say to her? "Sorry. I was following you." Statements of fact, and nothing else? Who knew. His hand twitched in his pouch, and he started to remove something from inside.

Izzy:
"Whoa, whoa, whoa…" Izzy grabbed his bags, making sure Elysian didn't take anything. "What's with the sign, dude?" He shook his head for a moment, remembering a visual of seeing foreign exchange students looking for host families, laughing for a quick second at the huge signs he remembered. "You act like I'm the starving African child you just adopted…" A small smile and he looked around, sniffing the air for a moment. "The ride was… decent. That is if you can stand snoring old ladies and the cry of newborn twins in your ear. But, I drowned them out with some movies…"Gotta love seeing new releases for free. The smell of fried food, unfried food, alcohol, and a medly of other things filled his nostrils, triggering a soft rumble in his stomach. "Did I mention the food sucked?" He looked around for someplace to eat, someplace that possibly had ooey-gooey cheesey pizza, or fried chicken with random vegetables. Or.. something alcoholic. Or maybe a combination of both… He eyed the jungle-themed spot, looking it over for a second before looking back to Elysian. "You hungry? … Please tell me you're hungry." Izzy began shuffling through his pockets, looking to make sure he had his I.D.

Elysian:
Elysian looked slightly offended as Izzy tore the bags from his hands and proceeded to check them to make sure he hadn't stolen anything. His eyes widened in slight horror, and he shook his head, in a 'hold up sort of fashion.' Who did Izzy think he was? But then, just then did he say something Elysian found humorous, which incited a smile, "Well of course little. 'MmMm-CLICK-Ah-Butku', I think you'll be very happy with our family here, now that you're out of that nasty jungle.." He moved to wrap his arm around Izzy's shoulders, in a patronizing way, doting over him very slightly, in only the way a fake way a father could." Once Izzy's stomach began growling, and he was approached with the the option of food, Elysian smiled, "Ah, is MmMm-CLICK-Ah-Butku hungry? Well we can find you some nice fried chicken, and maybe some watermelon…" Perhaps he'd taken it too far? Mhm, teaches you not to mess with Elysian. He giggled slightly, just to let Izzy know he was joking, before he realized that he could actually go for some food too. "Actually, I'm pretty hungry too." He let go of Izzy, and looked around, "Or maybe a stiff drink to get used to this. Texanity.."

onIy a knife / Caleb Green:
The scruffy kid with the red hoodie would feel a firm hand on his shoulder, somehow managing to maneuver him out of the way with little to no effort. "Sorry kid, this one is a little out of your league. I recommend the puberty thing, works wonders." Who was the bastard that had the audacity to implant himself directly between the confrontational duo, starkly ignoring whatever epic battle had been about to take place. "Mojito, right? This one is on me. Now…" He placed his fingertips together, pressing both hands against his mouth before aiming them in the blonde's direction. "I know that ninety percent of the guys in bars are scum. And the other ten percent would at this point be telling you how different they are from all the rest. Now, out of that ten? I'd say one might just manage to use the right line and peak you interest. Right before asking you to head back to their hotel room. So instead? I'm just gonna do this." At this point, the man would offer a light smile and extend his hand, leaving the next move all up to a certain Miss Strauss. "Caleb Green."

Tracy:
Damn right. She let those villainous lips of hers curl into a smirk as the boy caught sight of her catching sight of him catching sight of her. Wow…imagine that. Anyway, Tracy sipped that mojito again, still staring over at the boy until he rose from his seat and joined her by the bar. Then, she looked away, electing instead to look at that drink she placed down on the bar top. The boy joined her by her stool, admitting to having followed her. But, it seemed, he didn't offer up any motivation for doing so. This caused her to look back at him, and before she could question his reasons, he was pushed aside ever-so-carefully, and in his place stood a rugged man. This man oozed confidence, as made apparent by offering to pay for the very drink that Tracy was sipping on. Then he went on his little tirade, about how there were so many men that would say they were different, but all of them would end up being the same eventually. All of them, except — Caleb Green. She arched a brow from behind those sunglasses of hers, smirking wide. "Tracy Strauss." Said she, offering up a dainty hand for a not-very-interested handshake. Being in politics, Tracy knew her way around a great handshake. But the one she gave him? If you know the ethics of a hand shake, it was the 'I'm only doing this because you offered' shake, not the 'Pleased to meet you' shake. "Nice to meet you." Lied she before turning her attention back to the mojito on the bar top.

Casey:
For an instant, he was almost irritated. In fact, there was something distinctly offsetting about a guy intervening on a random interaction, especially on the grounds of 'macking'. He had been so close to reaching out a hand and just gently stroking his hand to explain just how Casey felt on the situation; the whole 'not in to girls thing' that he seemed to feel a bit more empowered about, lately. Until the man introduced himself. It took Casey a few seconds. Face, name, and voice were all clicking back in to place. "…wait… Special Agent Bartowski?" He asked, his voice immediately confused. The same man that had questioned him about Claire was here, trying to smooth over this romantic entanglement with a woman clearly out of his league. Had Casey thought more about it, he certainly would have pegged him for the type of guy that would be banging his partner. "Now I feel stalked." He said, only slightly sarcastically. After all… the guy had just lied about his name. So, what, exactly, was going on?

Izzy:
…He eyed him for a second, giving him a "Really, though?" look. He made his way closer to the establishment, looking to Ely for a quick second. "Well, since you treat me like the african, might as well pay." Izzy had a whole skit prepared, but he decided against it. Yes, it would've been funny, but hunger prevailed over all at this moment. And, while the watermelon didn't seem too appetizing, the fried chicken did. He wasn't a complete stereotype. Hoping the other would follow, Izzy tugged his suitcase along, stopping only when he managed to acquire them a table for two. Both of his bags were set on the floor next to him and he got into his seat, looking over the menu. "Chicken, pizza, burgers, fries… Well, since I'm not paying, I could order up the whole thing… but I'll try to keep it reasonable." And.. yea… Izzy just went looking through the menu.

Elysian:
Elysian nodded in response to Izzy, "Naturally." Why wouldn't he pay? If anything, he was paying for the joke he'd made. He smiled as he moved into a seat, ignoring the scene that had threatened to occur so near to him, and began flipping through the menu. "..What, no caviar?" Elysian was going to enjoy making cracks on Texas for a while, but realized that it might eventually get old, and so decided to slow it down a notch. He noted a grilled chicken wrap, and a ceasar salad on the menu, and shrugged, figuring that there was nothing else he might want. He looked up to Izzy for a moment and sighed, "You know how some places have like, things that you're just dying to try because their stat e is famous for that thing? What does texas have?" He bit his lip for a minute, and sighed. And.. yea… Elysian just went looking through the menu.

Caleb:
Interesting. Very interesting. Caleb was going to have real fun with this assignment. And..wait a minute. There was no way in hell that this was the same kid. If he'd been a lesser man, he might have tensed up at the familiar name ringing in his ears. Great…just great. "…Bartowski? As in CHARLES Bartowski?" When Caleb spun back around to acknowledge the kid, instead of the potentially anticipated look of horror or guilt, he just grinned. "How do you know my brother?! That's why I'm in Texas now! I had to change that last name though, I mean..damn. What were our ancestors thinking? Anyways, how was he? And his girl?" He came to clap the boy's arm like they were friends or something, now. "Wait…but if he came to visit you…are you…?" He trailed off, looking off and to the side as though in deep intense thought, before cutting his eyes at Tracy. "My brother…he works for people that study…genetics. And I was hoping he could help me with my uh…problem…" That's it, perfect amount of sorrow and confusion, puncuated by the furrow of his eyebrows. "Is that why he came to see you? Are you…like m-…forget it. Nevermind."

Tracy:
Tracy looked at the boy, the one who had been following her and had been immediately interrupted by Caleb, when he called out to the man. The only problem? He used a name other than the one he had introduced himself as. This, immediately, got the gears working in Tracy's head. A shift of those sights back at 'Caleb,' who went straight into the explanation about how the name he had been called, Bartowski, had been the name of his brother instead. Well, that was a pretty interesting story. Unfortunately for him, Tracy Strauss was a political advisor. As in, she dealt with the public and their reactions and how to best relate them to a campaign strategy. She knew how to tell a lie or two. And, not to say the man in front of her was lying, but there was enough questionable material in the air around him already that Tracy did not want to be bothered with him anymore. Or the boy, for that matter, as it seemed he had ties to the guy and the boy had been following her. Miss Strauss kicked her right leg up and over that left so that it could be free, and both heeled feet met the ground beneath her as she stood upright. The blonde bombshell grabbed her purse and gave a phony smile. "I'll leave you two boys to chat." Said she nonchalantly. A snap of her hand at the tender, and he came over to her, bringing that ID back to her. She shoved it in her purse, pointed at 'Caleb,' and grinned genuinely. "This lovely man will be covering my bill, right?" And with that, she began to walk away, nervous as hell to have her back to the man.

Casey:
His mind was racing. This guy… it was always possible that Bartowski had a brother. A twin brother. That wasn't terribly farfetched, even if the circumstances were a bit iffy. But the whole thing about genetics? About… 'problems'? That… was hitting a bit close to home. The question, of course, was that he'd been after Claire, not him. So… what did that mean about Claire? Tracy was leaving, at that, which was only a minor inconvenience. He'd been wanting an important piece of information from her… but that seemed to pale in comparison. Still, his head turned back towards her, before returning to Bartowski. Green. Whichever he might be. "You've got an ab—" No, this was certainly not the time or the place. Nor was it the proper company. Things were suddenly much larger than he'd anticipated. "Uhm. Your brother's doin' fine, I think." He said, at least going along with the story as long as it was convenient. It might even be the truth. But for now, he was more concerned with not revealing his own 'problem', which he might just have done. No one had that kind of knowledge. "Miss Strauss, wait!" He called after her, leaving the flirt in the dust. No. He could not have an ability. Could he?

Izzy:
Ears perked up to hear the sound of someone calling for someone else; Izzy's eyes looked toward the source to see someone in a red hoodie calling for a woman. …She's kinda hot, he thought for a second, looking to the waiter who had just made his way to the table. "Yea… coke, fries, and," he pointed to a specific point on the menu, "that." He nodded, looking to Elysian as he ordered whatever he pleased. And in the meantime, he looked to peak back over to the flashy blonde who was making her way out of the 'jungle.' If he wanted, he could follow her… maybe get a number… But, eh, he'd see what the kid wanted first.

Caleb:
Great, she'd apparently seen right through his little ruse. But the kid wasn't as keen, or atleast not as paranoid. He could have easily put one right between her shoulder blades, 'one' meaning a taser, but it would have made too much of a scene. Last thing he needed was to be in the public eye and have Bob cracking down on his ass, again. But the kid had it under wraps, and so Caleb would just follow after him. Still carrying an awkward and helpless air, he turned to the boy. "What you were about to say back there…you're one of them…us, too?" He'd only been grabbing straws earlier, but apparently this boy had more in common with Claire than just being her lab partner. How sweet would that be? A double bag and tag in one day, it was too good to be true. Actually…it WAS too good to be true. Yep, especially seeing as he didn't have his partner anymore. Things would probably end up
going horribly.

Tracy:
Tracy's depart from the two males brought powerful gator-heels across the wooden floor of the restaurant, brushing past the fake trees and stuffed animals. A glance to the table surrounding, noticing a man glancing her way. She looked away from him right then and there, having thought nothing of it. But then — Miss Strauss, wait! Tracy felt her heart jump as her name was called. For a second, she thought it was the mysterious man with two 'identities.' But her subconscious grasped the hint of youth in the voice, and she in turn stopped her stride, turning about to stare at the boy. She had just been about to ask him what he wanted when she noticed the older guy following after her as well. And, when he arrived, he asked that question. One of 'us.' One of 'us.' That was the straw that broke the camel's back. She knew exactly what he meant. All that talk of genetics, and the mention of 'us.' Her mind was racing. These weren't just two guys wow'ed by the way she looked. No, these two had an agenda. And she'd be damned if she was included in that. Though her flight had a layover for quite some time, that didn't meant she couldn't get away from them. Playing it cool, she sneered their way. "Look. I don't know who you are, either of you, but I want you to leave me the hell alone, okay? Just…just go." And she turned about again, preparing to walk away.

Casey:
Damnit, why was she freak— oh. That guy. With his question… as to us. He wasn't certain if he wanted to give him a real answer - so… for the time being, he would look uncertain. A very, very hesitant shake of his head. His eyes turned back to her, and her sneer. "Look! I don't know why you're freaking out, I just wanted to know about your purse. I thought it looked nice and I wanted to ask where you got it, and for how much - my mom would kill for a purse like that." He was completely sincere, which was why he looked so confused by her sharp and startled reactions. Granted, Green-owitz was acting pretty strange, too, but it seemed that even his plea for accessory-help wasn't going to stop her charge away. He looked back and Caleb, as if trying to figure out what his angle was. Casey was just going to let miss Strauss go, since she obviously was a little more afraid than he'd originally thought. He'd just have to hope to find a similar thing online. Turning his gaze back to him, he waited for some sort of word from Caleb. "Define 'us'." He said, still uncertain.

Izzy:
Izzy continued to watch the events transpire, watching as the lady who officially attracted a third pair of eyes stopped to confront the other two pairs for a moment before proceeding. Well, well. Izzy didn't even look at Elysian, who'd gone a bit silent, as he spoke. "I'll be back…" He thought about using his ability, but he didn't want to frighten the woman any more than she probably already was. Sliding out of the chair, placing the forgoten sunglasses over his eyes, Izzy made his way over to the group. The six-foot-something guy stopped upon reaching the group of three, crossing his arms. He'd have to act 'official' for this to work. Luckily, he wasn't wearing too stereotypical of clothing. The timbs might have been too much for this, but he was hoping the blue dress shirt wouldn't make him seem less.. bouncer-ish? "Is there some sort of problem here?"

Caleb:
Oh this was just too much. His hand ALMOST twitched for the gun hidden in his waistband, but decided against it. He might be able to zap one, but not the both again. For the millionth time, he found himself wishing that Elle was there to back him up. "…People with…abilities. People like me." Tracy probably had no idea what he was talking about (wink wink), so he wasn't exactly cautious about mentioning his would-be abilities in front of her. Good god, hopefully he wouldn't ask for a demonstration. He could always pull some sort of rabbit out of his ass, though. Metaphorically. Then of course, 'Mr Black Guy' decided to make this his problem, and Caleb figured right there things were about to go to hell. "There wasn't until you showed up, chief. What are you, security?" He looked him over, searching for some indication that he was an authority figure. Of course, there were none. "Guess not."

Tracy:
Tracy stared at the boy, who insisted the only reason he'd been following her was to figure out where she got that purse from. She furrowed her brows, staring at him through those large sunglasses, and then gave her eyes an unseen roll. "Mulberry. But unless you can afford a thousand dollar bill, you might want to think a little lower." But, it seemed, these two didn't appear to stop with their conversation concerning 'us.' Tracy stared at the both of them, dumbfounded either one of them would talk about something like this in public. She had already made her own mistake of doing so on the bridge in Central Park, but she had only done it because she'd been chased by Cindy. Now, here they were in the middle of a restaurant, and already being the center of attention, here they were standing about talking about how they had 'abilities.' Tracy didn't want to be grouped in with that. She already had people after her (and assumed these two were possibly a part of that equation) and had absolutely no desire to call for so much attention anymore. So, she was in Texas. But, as it seemed, these things seemed to follow her, just like the boy had. Maybe, just maybe, incognito was the way to go. Then, a darker skinned man joined them, wondering if there was a problem. 'Caleb' went ahead and denied such a problem. With a shake of her head, agreeing with him, she turned about and stepped away from all of them. The last thing she needed was a scene.

Casey:
He said it. People with abilities. Not what Casey had been expecting. Not by a long shot. Until now, he'd assumed - wrongly, apparently - that he was pretty much it. If there was anyone else they wouldn't be here in Texas. "Tell… tell your brother to give me a call, or something… us…" He mumbled that last part. People with abilities? No way. He didn't even hear the information that had drove him around the airport. But the much taller black man made his presence known whether they wanted to know it or not. "The man's right." He jabbed his thumb in Caleb's direction. "Not a problem. Otherwise TSA'd be all over us. Terrorism and whatnot." He offered, before gesturing kindly at Tracy. "Thanks. I'll look in to it." He said. Yep. The kid was officially ready to end the conversation, too. Hell, he was ready to end the whole endeavor - he'd call mom and tell her something came up with school. Then he was going to have a long talk with Claire. Hopefully the guy didn't think anything else about Casey. That would be for the best…

Izzy:
Too bad he missed the interesting portion of the conversation. That would have been one hell of a topic. But alas, by the time Izzy arrived on the scene to save the blonde, they were denying anything was wrong. His purpose there was to allow the woman an escape, a chance to be by herself… so he could try talking to her. He, of course, had to continue to stall the men so he could continue with such a plan. Too bad I can't control my body when I use my ability. It was the only part that sucked about it, really. Everything else was fine. But, he had learned how to cope with the negative. "Are you sure? I don't want to have to call management and get you all barred from the establishment." So what he may not have had visible credentials… He was still the black guy with the sunshades. They weren't gonna step out of line. From behind his shades, he glanced to see where the woman was. He was only going to keep up this for a little while longer, so she needed to be a good distance away so he could drop the act and make his own moves…

Caleb:
Alright, so all he had to worry about was Tracy at this point. The kid was almost literally in the bag, though it would definitely have to be an effort made in the future. He couldn't exactly ask him to go some place nice and and secluded, that was 'raping tyme' talk. Now Tracy, on the other hand, was a whole 'nother story altogether. But he couldn't manage to focus on where she was going, seeing as a certain someone had decided to fill the roll of Captain Save-a-Ho. Great. "…The hell are you talking about? Who are you even supposed to be? Chris Brown-Lite?" He really didn't have time for this, looking to the kid instead. "What's your name? I'll ask him about you. And i guess gimme your number, I'll pass it on. He can probably help you with..yeah. And me too, hopefully."

Izzy:
"I'm supposed to be a good samaritan." Damn airplanes and their security checks; his army knife was not on him at the moment. He was going to have to remember to re-equip it the first chance he got. His eyes darted to older man, looking him over for a second. Izzy was simply checking to see if the guy seemed like he could 'bust a move' on him and win if a fight between the two popped up. But, at the sudden realization that the woman of interest was finally far enough away, he decided to return to his table and find his future wife current interest. "Whatever… I've got my eye on you two." Not really, he thought, returning back to his table with Elysian, who was already eating the food they ordered. He'd find the woman after a few bites… Remember: food triumphed over all.