Lunch Time *open*

[Magma]

Drama, drama,drama. Amara hated everything that had to do with the catty tempers of the girls in her classes. They always chattered on about everything and anything, but they never actually talked about important matters. She never heard them say that over their weekend they saved the world from a mutant dictator. Nope, they always had a party or went to the beach or shopping. Amara rolled her blue eyes as she worked on the design for her evening dress.

This class was particularly boring for her, she much rather be in the Danger Room sharpening her skills. But her clothing was her creative outlet. It was something that she was good at and enjoyed doing. Plus, she knew that her design was better than what ever cupcake thing Bethany had. Amara smirked as she shaded in her leathery details. Amara was a fashion design student. She was twenty five and still had classes to attend. Most girls her ager were in the work force or what not. Amara was just as happy to be here though, she had a full time job being on the X Force.

"Hey Amara, what did you do this weekend?" asked Bethany. Amara looked up from her sketch book and smiled. She thought about saying, "Me? Oh I just wrestled with some robots, flew around the city with a few friends, and accidentally set one of my cars on fire." Instead she said, "Not much, watched a few movies with my friends, took a bath." she shrugged. Amara knew that her three peers thought she was aloof and weird. How could she not be? Amara always sat in her own station and never talked much. However the other girls wanted to include her, but didn't know how to talk to her. It might have been some form of jealousy that they wanted to keep her close, after all she was more beautiful than the others - even with her large glasses with her hair in a lose braid. The glasses were more of a cosmetic accessory, just to keep a low profile while walking around. Amara didn't need to have people recognize her as the Magma girl on TV. Her molten exterior was a good disguise, but there was only so much she could do.

"Oh, well that sounds fun" the girl said with a hint of pity. Amara smiled at Bethany and looked up at the clock. It was almost one and her stomach growled. "Hey I'll be back in a bit. Going out for some food. Want anything?" she asked politely. The girls shook their heads and went back to work. Amara shrugged and walked outside to face Rockefeller Plaza.

[Mimic]

No matter where Calvin's actions in life seemed to take him he always appeared to end back in the city of his birth New York. Having recently returned from another encounter with Apocalypse's forces overseas he was giving himself a temporary reprieve before diving back into combat. As he continued to move down the side walk he stretched his shoulders and felt the refreshing *pop* as the joints cracked slightly.

While he was still in his hometown Mimic remained on high alert. Given the state of affairs in the world he knew perfectly well that Apocalypse was capable of attacking anywhere and anytime. Because he was aware of his surroundings that meant when a young woman exited a building and faced Rockefeller Plaza Calvin was able to narrowly avoid her running right into him. The young woman seemed to be distracted by a conversation with some other women inside the building and she practically ran right into him. Over a minor application of superspeed allowed Calvin to move just at the peak of human ability to get both hands up and stop their impending crash.

"Easy there miss," he said as his hands grasped her shoulder and hip, not in a perverted way but merely to stop her momentum enough to keep both of them from getting hurt.

"You know, other people tend to be walking down the sidewalk right?"

[Magma]

Amara's blue eyes widened as she felt someone's hands on her shoulder and hips. She looked up at the man, through the blonde hair the prevented her from seeing him in the first place. At first she was about to go off on the young guy for touching her, but then realized that he was only stopping her from crashing into him. A flush of embarrassment rose on her cheeks as she got a good look at the man. He was attractive, Amara wasn't blind, but she was embarrassed that she could be as careless to walk into him. NYC was a busy place, much busier than she preferred. Amara never felt at home within the concrete jungle. She preferred the yards at the mansion.

"I'm sorry. I guess I wasn't paying attention. I'm quite aware that there are people walking. It is a sidewalk after all. " she smiled.

[Mimic]

Their near collision avoided Calvin took a step back from the young woman and quickly adjusted his attire. Not very wealthy at this point in his life the young mutant was wearing a simple dark colored t-shirt, jeans, leather jacket and dark colored work boots. The young woman before him was very attractive, in fact she might be one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. A small grin broke across his face despite his best attempts not to.

"I'm sorry. I guess I wasn't paying attention. I'm quite aware that there are people walking. It is a sidewalk after all. " she smiled.

"No worries," he said, "it looked like you where in a hurry somewhere. I'm just glad I was able to stop us from having an unfortunate meeting of the minds. I'm Calvin by the way." He wasn't quite sure how this encounter would go down but he was starting to enjoy it for the moment.

[Magma]

Amara would have classified herself as being in a hurry, it was more of a well deserved break from the monotony her school life offered her. The Nova Roman mutant much rather surround herself with like minded individuals, not the busy body type she encountered in her fashion classes. However choose an area of study that was filled with air heads, it was partly her fault.

"Yes, you do have quick reflexes. I'm impressed." she said honestly. Amara wasn't the type of girl to bead around the bush. Her honesty was an admirable trait, but she'd learned the difference between being blunt and just plain nasty. If she didn't have something nice to say, she didn't say anything. The woman ran her hand through her long blonde hair and grinned as he introduced himself. Most people here would have just said sorry and gone along with what they were doing.

"Nice to meet you Calvin, I'm Amara." she said shifting her weigh from one hip to another. It was what she did when she was nervous, but this was a good type of nervous.