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ooc: This is my first RP post of this style so could you give me a few pointers where I've gone wrong.
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"Just **** off." Ben's english accent was still apparent even though he had left 6 months ago. Ben was 18, about 5' 11', brown hair and striking blue eyes. He had a couple of days worth of stubble and the smell of alcohol was on his breath, but it was only slight.

"Your rent is 2 weeks overdue! You've got 'till the end of today or you're out!" The other man shouted before storming away.

Ben stood in front of the apartment he had been staying in for a couple of minutes deciding on whether to follow the man and hit him of just leave. He turned to the stairwell and said to himself. 'I think it's time to leave.' He re-entered his apartment and looked upon it with disgust, he hadn't cleaned it the whole time he'd been there and all he had was microwavable food, plastic cutlery, and 4 sets of clothes. Ben grabbed his brown overcoat and made his way out of the building.

Ben made his way from his apartment around to the nearest mall, he'd been quite low on cash and there was always a good few shops that could be lifted of a few hundred bucks. As he passed the McDonalds and caught the smell of the deep fat fryers he decided that it would be as good a place as any. He made it look as if he was just going to plainly walk past, that was until he outstretched his right hand towards the fast food restaurant. Everyone instantly stopped they had no idea what had happened and they wouldn't. Ben walked through the open door and jumped over the counter, he hit the side of one of the tills and like every other time it sprang open with ease, he glanced over the the cashier he was reaching across, her eyes aglaze and her name badge saying 'Dave', he stared at the bagde for a second but then looked to all the other cashiers and all of them looked wrong. He gave an uninterested smirk before gabbing about 25 $20, closing the cash machine and jumped back over the counter and returned to his place outside the shop. He took a glance at everyone else in the mall, walking past completely oblivious, he re-outstretched his hand closed it, returning all the men, women and children in McDonalds back to their McMuffins and free toys.

"Another day another dime." He chulked.

Ben continued to walk through the mall before stopping suddenly and turning to one of the 'street' performers singing a rendition of 'Heaven Forbid' originally by The Fray.

"Twenty years it's breaking you down, now that you understand there's no one around.
Take a breath, just take a seat, you're falling apart and tearing at the seams.

Heaven forbid you end up alone and don't know why
Hold on tight wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright"

It was very odd, it was like every word this man spoker moved him, made him think and he couldn't shake it. The man finished and many other people had been influence by the way he had sung that song, it was very strange. As a few of the crowd chucked a few coins and notes over to him, he was revealed from the crowd. This man was about the same age as Ben, with an obvious Italian background, brown hair, brown eyes, tanned and toned body. He casually put his guitar back into the case where everyone had thrown their money and walked off into another crowd disappearing before Ben could pull himself together.

[The_Heroic_Loser]

OOC: It doesn't look like you've done anything wrong. That was a great first post.

[hotstickygirl]

Faith sat down on a nearby bench, admiring the performance. She enjoyed gathering crowds of people and knew that musicians would attract alot of people. People she could manipulate.

She had been in Miami for just over a month now and was preparing to earn a bit more money before moving on, the only way she knew how. A young man sat beside her on the bench.

Hey toots, you got some place to be the man asked in a sly and lecherous tone.

You should really keep walking Faith said Men like you don't usually last very long around me

Jeez lady pull the stick out the man remarked before scurrying away.

Faith noticed a British man causing some kind of a stir. He was clearly short tempered. She could tell by the way he was attracted to the musician that he felt like he had some kind of soul. This, she felt, could be easily exploited. She knew that this man could be a potential target if she just bided her time.

Faith walked into the women's bathroom within the mall, climbed into a cubical and changed her form, something which she had done thousands of times before. A young woman not much different to Faith in posture emerged from the cubical. She had scruffy hair and a pair of glasses. She was wearing a black pair of pants and an old cardigan. An inconspicuous disguise in her mind.

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Ben tried to shake off the memories that came flooding back after he had heard the man sing, flashes of his parents and his sister burned imprints of themselves on his mind, the images pierced into him and his head throbbed. He needed to get away, the images were growing stronger still and they were breaking him down.

He ran, ran towards the nearest doors, he bumped and bashed the people in his way. More images flooded his vision, his sister was laying on the floor in front of him bleeding, he continued to run, his parents stood by and watched with eys so filled with hate, he still ran. Ben knocked another person down, the guitarist.

"It's alright." He smiled looking towards Ben, picking himself up.

"You! You did this to me! Make it stop!" Ben demanded.

"What have I done?"

Ben's anger reached it's pinacle as the images became more and more real in his eyes, he pulled back a fist hitting the man square in the forehead. The man fell to floor once again but this time he was unconsious. The images Ben saw disappeared instantly, fading from view revealing at least a dozen pairs of eyes staring at him. He didn't care for exposure but he really didn't need someone getting in his face for what he just did. He froze the scene, he was just about to walk off but then he thought I may aswell find out who this man is. He opened the mans' jeans poket and took out his wallet.

Marco Palladino, 19, resisdent of Miami.

So he was a local, Ben returned the wallet, after relieving it of cash and walked from the mall. he could feel the presence of someone behind him, so someone had escaped the freeze or perhaps was out of range at the time? He continued walking, to busy in his own head to care.

[hotstickygirl]

Faith watched the scene from afar. She knew this guy was special but she had never been more right in her life. She always felt like she couldn't be the only one with an ability but this was pretty impressive.

This should be fun She thought to herself as she scanned the scene. Oh well I better find a lunch date 'coz tonight is gonna pretty spectacular

Whilst the people were frozen Faith once again changed her form, she would need something far more provocative for a quick score. Now a young blonde in a short skirt Faith approached a nearby man. His wallet could be seen in his expensive pants, the tan line on his ring finger showed that he was either divorced, or looking for something discrete, just the way she liked it.

As the scene unfroze the people continued with the commotion. The man stopped and noticed the young blonde who had been knocked to the ground.

Can i be of any help young lady? The man asked.

More than you know Faith remarked, shooting a suggestive smirk the mans way

More than you know

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Ben continued walking through the city not stopping for anything or anyone, his head still pounded from the images that was burned on his brain. He still felt that there was someone following him and he just couldn't shake the feeling, he decided that only a good blow-out would get it off his mind. As he passed a pub he looked in on the people in it and decided none of them seemed to be in the mood of starting anything with him so he took a stool up near the bar and called over the bartender.

"What d'ya want?"

"Anything that will make me real drunk, real fast."

The bartender give a quick snigger before disappering to the other end of the bar and comming back with a 1/2 pint glass.

"As soon as this is down you you'll be down for the count."

"Cheers." Ben threw him one of the twenties and drunk it in one and quickly closed his eyes and feel asleep at the bar.

[hotstickygirl]

Thats so good The balding man said as his young blonde companion kissed his neck passionatly. The pair tore through the bathroom door and headed into a nearby cubical.

Your good at this
Well what can I say balding, pathetic old men turn me on Faith remarked.
What the hell did you say to me? The man asked furiously.
Oh just shut your stupid mouth She yelled, backhanding his face and knocking him to the floor. Im afraid i'm gonna need your pin number if you wanna live
Like i'd give you that you crazy broad
The man got to his feet only to be shoved onto the toilet by his companion.
You might be a tough cookie hunny but theres no way your gettin' at my money
Oh no? Faith queried, turning her hand into a sharp pointed blade. 'Coz I sorta think I am
Faith thrust her hand into the man's kneecap. The man screamed uncontrollably.
ARGGHH!!!!!!! ITS 2218, OK? 2218
Thanks darlin' Faith remarked, tearing the blade from his knew and inserting it into his throat. After removing the man's wallet from his pants, Faith excited the resteraunt the backway, turning herself into a red head along the way.
Now to search some bars for the Brit

Faith entered the pub discretely and scanned the bar to see Ben half unconscious on the bar.
Oh hunny thats just to easy
Faith sat a few seats down from Ben.

Penny for your thoughts?

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Ben groggerly awoke to hear some stunning red-head talking at him.

"I think my thoughts would be a bit too dirty for you." Ben tried to continue playing her game, he saw her lips form into a smile but stopped her just before she spoke.

"I really don't think you want to be talking to me, I'm poison to everyone, seriously." Ben stood up knocking over the stool and started to walk away.

[hotstickygirl]

Hunny if i was lookin' to avoid poison ya' think i'd be sittin' in a bar drinkin' in the middle of the day?
Faith turned to face Ben. She crossed her legs in a flirtatious manner.

Besides I'm from Texas,how dirty could they be?

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Ben smiled widely before turning back to her.

"Well I haven't had a good talk in a while. Wanna continue this at my place?"

Ben walked over to her side as she put her and out in front of her, he took it and kiss the back of it.

"So d'ya have a name?"