Another Beginning(Open)

[Michael Kenyon]

Michael was forced to leave Philadelphia for multiple reasons. One, was the Church was leaving to go to Canada. The other was that Kylie had called him saying she wasn't coming. With his inability to control is powers, he just about fried his entire room he was given due to her. Since the Church was leaving, Michael was going to pay her a visit. If she wouldn't come to him, he'd go to her.

He arrived in New York City, on his motorcycle around nine at night. The city was amazing at night with all the lights and tall buildings. It seemed to get to him every time he visited. Stopping his bike, he felt an energy surge in him again and had to discharge. Stepping off his bike, he parked it by a dinner and telephone pole.

Once he'd taken off his helmet and locked his bike, Michael pointed his hands down spreading his palms as he let the electricity leave his fingertips and hit the cement. His breathing became increased as he felt his heart speed up. He felt like a human battery when he had so much electricity built up. A question ran across his mind if he could cause a black out with all this. If he figured out a way to control this power enough.

He closed his hands, placing them on his knees bending over slightly to catch his breath. The problem with discharging was that it took a lot more energy out of him then needed. If he didn't though the electricity surged though his body building and building till he wouldn't be able to choose when to discharge it would just happen. Michael stood back up running his hands through his shaggy brown hair pushing it back, but it just went back in place. It always did.

Looking around he headed into the dinner to get some food. He was wearing a gray shirt with his black leather jacket, and a pair of jeans that were ripped in one of the knees. Tonight was not the night to go see Kylie, tomorrow morning would be better because then she wouldn't think he was trying to kill her...again. He took a seat at one of the booths by a window, looking around before grabbing a menu.

[amazon]

She had only been in New York for a couple days, and the entire time, had been itching to go to the city. Though her sister knew her well, Lizzy had dodged all attempts to become the sole person on another one of Paige's tours. Dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans, the silver, worn converse on her feet glittering as she walked, Lizzy tightened the hold around her beat up, brown leather jacket- a hand me down of Sam's. It smelled like home, a home that Lizzy was fast learning, was a lot warmer than New York. Despite the cold she was feeling, she shifted the brown bag on her shoulder, she continued walking.

Having left Westchester around 7, it had taken Lizzy longer than she thought, to get to the city. Nonetheless she was prepared to walk around, eyes round like saucers and mouth open like a fish's, throughout the night. Or at least until her cell phone went off with Paige's worry call. Normally she would be trying to find a good club, or at least a busy bar. But on this trip, Paige was settling on simply exploring on her own. The city lights were dazzling; were hypnotic in a way. Everywhere she looked there was something to see; something to look at. Everything was in her face, unlike Kentucky where it took a lot of looking in order to find some excitement.

Seeing a diner, that Lizzy figured would be warm, she walked in. Still smiling like a crazy person, and in awe of the city, she sat down at a table. The place wasn't too busy, due to the late hour. There was a young guy at the booth across from her table, and a couple people at the counter, but again not too much. Her waitress came by, and Lizzy ordered a coffee, her bag placed in the chair beside her. Picking up the plastic covered menu, she idly looked over the options of what to eat.

[Michael Kenyon]

Michael glanced up from his menu when he heard the little bell ring at the top of the dinner door. A woman walked in and he glanced back down at the menu. The waitress came over and he ordered a cup of coffee. Setting the menu down he looked at his fingertips seeing sparks jump back and forth between them. What was he going to do? He couldn't control his power and the one person who might be able to help him, would shoot him on sight. Michael let out a breath and closed his hands as the waitress came back over with his coffee. "Thank you" He tried to give a smile but it didn't come out right and he looked back down in front of him, sipping his coffee. His eyes automatically looked up at the woman, wondering what she was doing here at such a late hour. At least, alone at a late hour in the city.

[amazon]

Lizzy had managed to get blissfully lost in the city, but wasn't worried, or even cared. She figured she could get a bus, and worst come to worst, fork up the money for a cab. Her stomach gave a quiet growl, and once the waitress returned, Lizzy found herself ordering a order of eggs and pancakes. Nothing tasted better, than breakfast at dinner time.

Sipping her coffee, which the waitress had brought back, along with the pot, Lizzy glanced around the diner. She held the mug in two hands, the warm liquid warming her up. Placing the cup back down onto the table, Lizzy moved to dig around in her purse. Finding a pen, proceeded to doodle on the white paper napkin, that had previously been seated underneath her silverware.

[Michael Kenyon]

Michael just about spit up his coffee when he realized he hadn't put any sugar in it. He looked down looking for the sugar but it was out. Sighing to himself he was going to flag down the waitress to get some when Michael realized she was taking someone else's order and starting to head into the kitchen.

He looked around to see if any of the other tables had sugar and the closest one was were the blond was sitting. "Great, I swear I have a sign on my back" He mumbled to himself before standing.
He made his way over to the woman and cleared his throat, "Can I barrow some sugar?" He asked as he pushed back his hair. Michael felt the electricity coming off his fingertips again and placed his hands in his pocket.