Location: Alive -open-

[arun]

She still wasn't sure this whole hangover thing was worth the trouble that went with it. The red-head was curled up on a bench, her head pressed between her arms. Jordan's jacket was liberally splattered in blood, but then it was also splattered in vomit. So no one was really looking that closely. Of all the disguises she'd tried out, drunk bum seem to be working the best so far. Jordan's blue eyes flew open, and she groaned and covered her eyes. Light. Of all the things that hadn't hurt her, now she could add light. A couple jogged past, laughing, and she added sound to that list.

Jordan sat up slowly, eyes still closed as the jarring pain that ran up her shoulder reminded her of the bullet that was a remainder of last night. She groaned and gingerly rolled her shoulder, thankfully the bone seemed untouched. On impulse, she pushed her finger into the hole. Pain shot through her nerves, but she smiled stiffly. She'd found that immediate pain canceled out long-lived pain. Long-lived being a hangover, an oozing cut, her hands. It was depressing but true. So Jordan was a fan of immediate pain, which is why she brutally hit the bullet wound in her shoulder.

Unfortunately, she had forgotten about her hangover. Jordan's gag reflex kicked in and her shoulders heaved as she twisted and threw-up over the back of her bench. She grinned ruefully and forced her eyes open. Jordan winced, but didn't close her eyes again. She reached up and rubbed at her face, trying to get the hair un-plastered from her face. Ugh. Blood, sweat, vomit... her salary.

[Mimic]

Calvin had copied a wide array of abilities through out his time at the Mass Academy. However to this day one of his favorites still had to super speed. In a rather short amount of time Mimic, as he prefered to be called, found himself not in Boston but instead had managed to travel to New York City. The last time he had been here he had been here to deal with the Mutant Massacre. This time however he simply had a few hours to kill and wanted to enjoy some time away from the Academy. Chances are he could get in trouble for leaving the campus but he just needed to see something other then the same people and same landscape.

While he had been to New York several times he had never really had a chance to visit Central Park. This time after he flew at highspeed, thanks to Northstar's mutant power, he made his way through the city to the famous location of nature and beauty hidden within this concrete jungle.

He spent several minutes just walking around relaxing when he happened to notice something nearby. His nostrils flared as his sense of smell picked up a rather foul combination drifting from somewhere or someone nearby. As he followed the scent Calvin saw a young woman just a she decided to throw up all over the back of a bench she was sitting on. Normally he would've just ignored her as another homeless person but two things made him change his mind. First was his mutant ability. As he moved closer to the woman, trying to make it less obvious that he was paying attention to her, he could feel his own body respond to her prescence. While he'd have to get alot closer to be sure Mimic was fairly certain she was a mutant. The second reason is because as he caught another whiff of her odor as the wind adjusted towards him he picked up one scent he had learned all to well to recognize in the Morlock Sewers. Blood. The woman was a mess as Calvin walked closer to her until he could address her properly but not try and scare her.

"Excuse me Miss?" he spoke, "Are you alright?"

[arun]

Jordan didn't think she was going to get up any time soon. And it wasn't like she had anywhere to go, or any reason to get up. A humorless smile played across her features, mostly because she didn't have the energy to try for any other emotion. This bench was more comfortable then her usual alley or dilapidated apartment. And no one, absolutely no one would notice if she just disappeared.

"Excuse me, Miss. Are you alright?" The voice broke through her depressing chain of thoughts. Jordan stiffened, startled. There were plenty of people around, but none of them would talk to her. That was how it worked. As long as you didn't look to closely in New York, everything would work out well. Jordan looked up at the man, her blue eyes screwed up against the light.

Normally she wouldn't even answer the question, and she wasn't sure she was going to. But no one had just asked her if she were alright in so long. Obviously she wasn't alright. She was sitting on a bench in central park, with blood and vomit crusting over her entire body. And there was pain, lots and lots of pain. Always there, like a tide that went in and out. A haze that made it hard to think all of the time. Pain was always there, in Jordan's life everything brought pain.

But the question remained, why was this guy talking to her. Plus, had he really called her 'Miss'? "Do I look alright?" She asked.