Marty Starling: *Normal. Just a normal day. He goes outside. Pale complexion. It's clear he doesn't do this much.*

Marty Starling: *The weather is crisp. He rubs at his arms within the jean jacket, and meanders into the park.*

Marty Starling: d10: per+alert: 7,4,9,8,9,

Cameron Gerard: d10: Perception alert: 7,9,4,7,

Cameron Gerard: he runs a hand through blue hair as he looks about a slight smirk at the very pale man, a nod to a woman who walks past him in the other direction and a shake of his head as he continues down the path.

Cameron Gerard: ((hmmm, cam lost his colour, lol))

Marty Starling: *He looks up at the passing creature. There is far too much suspicion in the fifteen year old's eyes. He blinks only once, though, ruining the effect, and he digs into his pocket for keys, maybe.*

Michelle Morgan: She's sitting on a park bench, hair pulled back with a pen in her mouth, reading over the Times. She's dressed in a leather jacket, a T-shirt that reads "ENEMY COMBATANT" in red on white, and a pair of jeans. A little frown at some of the articles, and she takes the pen out of her mouth, circling a couple headlines.

Marty Starling: *Fifteen years old, and wiry. Very wiry. Lanky and sullen-looking. Good looking in that adolescent gonna be handsome when he grows up kinda way, his skin is clear, pale, slightly freckled. Angular cheekbones; straight, slender nose; amber eyes and dark blonde hair waxed into a short bed-head style. He wears baggy black jeans, an orange T-Shirt with a picture of Einstein in a Che Guevara print-style with text that reads "Viva la Relativity!", a black leather coat that's a size too large for him, and massive chunky black boots with steel toecaps.*

Marty Starling: *And he notices Michelle as well. He wanders over, though he doesn't quite stop watching that passing stranger. That was the problem with New York. Too many strangers.*

Michelle Morgan: d10: Per+Alert: 8,1,4,7,

Michelle Morgan: There's a long delay before she notes someone coming up to her...too absorbed in the article she's reading. Marty's almost on top of her before she looks up, and then smiles. "Hey."

Cameron Gerard: ((wow, so much colours, lol.))
Cameron is 5 foot 9 with hair that reaches down to his shoulders and is deep blue with green & paler blue highlights running through. His eyes seem to change varying anywhere from pail blue to deep green. His voice is American but it’s beautifully soft and calming, you just want to listen to him while he’s talking, the words just seem to matter less. He’s fairly muscular though not so much so as to make him unattractive, actually it suits him quite well. He has broad shoulders and a strong but friendly face that might even be called handsome, he’s not bad looking but it’s more the way he moves he seems to flow through his movements. He wears a black trench coat that stretches all the way down and almost brushes the ground, he has a wrist band on his right arm and a black short sleeved shirt with barbs depicted running up and down it, that’s open showing a deep blue water T-shirt. He has on a pair of black jeans that are held up by a belt, clipped onto the belt is a stainless steal thermos flask.

Marty Starling: Hey, *he says with a nod.* I need your help. *No formalities, really. No asking, no pleading. It's enough.*

Michelle Morgan: "Sure." She nods, setting the newspaper aside after folding it, and looks up to him. "Have a seat...what's up?"

Cameron Gerard: When he notes michelle there's a slight pause in his step, a pondering look for a moment before recognition dawns.

Marty Starling: *He keeps watching. He doesn't look to Michelle once, as he sits down. One hand remaining in the pocket of his jean jacket.* I can't find Tansy. *The word 'can't' is pronounced almost as a curse.*

Cameron Gerard: He steps onto the path that will take him past them, but doesn't head directly towards them.

Marty Starling: ((And at that pronouncement, the earth and the heavens opened up and swallowed Michelle and Cameron whole. And Marty could but shrug. Can't fight fate.))

Michelle Morgan: "You..." She blinks, voice lowering. "Shit. Any idea where she is?"

Michelle Morgan: "She hasn't been hiding out in Ling's? I'm sorry, I just assumed that since...Robert...but I guess she wouldn't have reason to be in there now." She winces.

Marty Starling: No, *he says quietly.* And I have tried.

Marty Starling: *He shakes his head.* I don't know. She's not been home. And with this... recent discovery. Things are not always what they seem. *He watches Cameron.*

Michelle Morgan: She looks up, following Marty's gaze. "No, agreed." She frowns. "She was...seeing someone. Umm..." She blinks. Why didn't she remember. "Elijah Phillips."

Marty Starling: *He nods, and lowers his head.* I don't know how to get in contact with that one to ask. I don't want either myself or Miranda to overreact.

Cameron Gerard: d10: Perception alertness: 4,5,1,4,

Cameron Gerard: When he gets near enough to see she's occupied as it is, damn, maybe another time, as it was it wouldn't hurt any. He runs a hand through his hair again, a slight shake of his head, he had other things he needed to do anyway. He misses the name and the whole conversation acctually managing to catch his foot in his coat when the wind picks up slightly,tripping and falling on his side head spinning. "Agh" he grumbled, thats what he got for not payying attention.

Cameron Gerard: d10: Willpower: 3,9,9,2,5,2,10,

Michelle Morgan: "Marty...he died. It was in the papers...in the Subway, near St. Patrick's Cathedral."

Marty Starling: What? I ... *He looks... off guard, that brief softening.* I didn't... *He grits his teeth.* I didn't know. *The words are spoken, slowly, through teeth. Frustration.*

Michelle Morgan: A hand comes out to rest on Marty's shoulder. "It's okay, Marty...relax. We'll find her." He looks up at Cameron, wincing a little as he takes a spill.

Cameron Gerard: He stays down for a minute before pushing himself up again. a slight snort, today was starting off badley, wondering what else it had in store for him he shoves his hands in his pockets, a newly acquired scowl on his face he starts off towards the opposite exit to the one he came in by.

Marty Starling: Still as herself? *he asks, rather laconically, as his eyes remain fixated on Cameron.*

Michelle Morgan: "That's the plan." She nods. "I don't care if we have to bust in and rescue her, we'll do it."

Cameron Gerard: ((thanks for the fun guys, but I've gotta head off, time snuck up on me. so's all worked out quite well here, cya both soon. *waves))

Marty Starling: None of us knew, *he says idly.* There aren't... many of us left. I chase them away, apparently. *He shakes his head.* I'm going to find one of Eli's kind.

Marty Starling: ((Seeyas Blind!))

Michelle Morgan: "It's not you, Marty." She shakes her head. "It's...well, a lot of people have some serious issues. Particularly with authority." A wry grin. She's both sides...anti-authoritarian and an authority figure. "You're that authority." She sighs. "Any ideas as to how?"

Marty Starling: Not a clue. I've met another who's seen them before. She asked me to hunt with her. Not a bad sort, really. Just... you know... *He pauses.* Young. Over-zealous. Kids these days.

Michelle Morgan: She's pretty sure she knows who. "Alyssa?"

Marty Starling: Yeah, *he says with a nod.* One... made her memories come up, or something like that. She cooks well. I think I can find out, if I just wander, really. This place... is where she met them. I can get out more. Do the social thing.

Michelle Morgan: "It's a start," she says with a nod. "We can try to find Eli's friends...I'll talk to Sam, see if she knows."

Marty Starling: If you could, *he says with a nod. A light sigh.* It was... a different one, that Alyssa spoke of. Thomas? Something like that. I just want to... talk to him. I guess I'm not as militant as I used to be.

Michelle Morgan: "Not always a bad thing." She grins a little bit, hand moving to slide around his shoulder. "Not at all. Thomas, eh? I'll see what I can find."

Marty Starling: *He almost smiles.* Thanks. I mean... even if nothing comes of it. Even if they've destroyed her... thank you.

Michelle Morgan: "You're welcome. It's what we need to start learning to do again...work together." She nods a little. "Let's try to avoid assuming she's destroyed, though. I've got enough reasons to want to kick the AATR's door down. We'll deal with it when we know."

Marty Starling: Trust me... if it happens, I'll probably lose it. *He smiles faintly.* I'll let you know what I find out, you let me know. Power in numbers. Or tell Miranda, and I have to trust that she'll tell me.

Michelle Morgan: "I will. trust me, you or Miranda will be the first to know."

Marty Starling: Thanks. *He pulls himself up from the bench, with a stretch that cracks his back.* We'll have lunch, sometime.