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[open] looking for trouble
Feb. 22nd, 2013 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
has_a_hornGabriel likes to know both sides of the story. When he'd first gotten dumped out here in New York, he'd been introduced to the idea of Romac and the Rebel faction. So far, he's met Romac, he's seen their set-up, gotten a feel of what they're up to. What he hasn't had is a chance to see inside the highly acclaimed rebel base, or get more than a gist of their goals, which is why he decides to go looking for it.
Someone he'd talked to about the rebels had said they were underground. Of course, that could have been a metaphor, but underground is as good a place as any to start looking. It would have be close to the park and the rift, so it's lunchtime, and Gabriel is sitting along the wall at Fifth Avenue station watching people rush to and fro. He's reading minds, looking for clues to where he can find an in to the base, but also just sitting and enjoying the show.
He'd spent the morning right here.
Two hours before, he'd watched as a businessman pushed aside a young woman in a rush to get on his leaving train. Gabriel smiled and made him think that the doors to the train were already closed, then watched as he ran after the train, tripped, and fractured his wrist. Half an hour after that, he amplifies the music of an amazing busker with a violin. Half an hour after that, he fails to get the violinists' phone number, even after a fairly impressive magic show.
Half an hour later, he'd lounged across the bench that now, mysteriously, does not have seat dividers, his eyes closed as he listened. He snapped his fingers and a candy-cane appeared. He unwrapped it and shoved it into his mouth. At the far end of the platform, a man who was considering groping the girl in front of him was groped by a tall burly man in a leather vest who then disappeared.
Now, he's sitting upright again, and he's getting bored. He brings another candy cane out (green apple) and starts looking around for something more entertaining to do.
Someone he'd talked to about the rebels had said they were underground. Of course, that could have been a metaphor, but underground is as good a place as any to start looking. It would have be close to the park and the rift, so it's lunchtime, and Gabriel is sitting along the wall at Fifth Avenue station watching people rush to and fro. He's reading minds, looking for clues to where he can find an in to the base, but also just sitting and enjoying the show.
He'd spent the morning right here.
Two hours before, he'd watched as a businessman pushed aside a young woman in a rush to get on his leaving train. Gabriel smiled and made him think that the doors to the train were already closed, then watched as he ran after the train, tripped, and fractured his wrist. Half an hour after that, he amplifies the music of an amazing busker with a violin. Half an hour after that, he fails to get the violinists' phone number, even after a fairly impressive magic show.
Half an hour later, he'd lounged across the bench that now, mysteriously, does not have seat dividers, his eyes closed as he listened. He snapped his fingers and a candy-cane appeared. He unwrapped it and shoved it into his mouth. At the far end of the platform, a man who was considering groping the girl in front of him was groped by a tall burly man in a leather vest who then disappeared.
Now, he's sitting upright again, and he's getting bored. He brings another candy cane out (green apple) and starts looking around for something more entertaining to do.
