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 Tricksy Street Tricks, Feb 21st, @ 11:15am | Closed to Tagged
Thistle
 Posted: Jan 28 2018, 01:25 PM
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Elijah liked to take the time away from the mansion and his duties there to visit the several different florists carts he owned to make sure things were still running as smoothly as when he had left them. It never surprised him that they were, after all, his grandmother ran a tight ship and she had taken over most of the small details and larger picture items when he had started school and left for the X-men. If anyone was slacking or if things were falling apart even slightly, she had a tendency to cut the “loose fat” as she would have called it. Abigail was a hoot and Eli was eternally grateful for her firm support and guidance.

He’d checked on a few sporadically situated throughout the larger more well to do parks of New York City and he was making his way through Times Square now, hands shoved deep into pockets to keep them from freezing. He really ought to wear some sort of gloves but he did not like anything covering his fingers, it gave him an odd feeling of being claustrophobic. He unfolded the assignment sheet concerning the locations of the pop up florist carts (they tended to move every days if business was slow) that he had stuffed into a pocket and took in his surroundings. Technically he could try and scry to find his cart...but he’d be at a huge risk for overloading all of his senses and passing out in the street...so it was the old fashion tracking them down.

He turned the corner and found Vinnie, who should have been manning the pop-up floral cart and was instead sitting in front of some street kid playing cards. Eli furrowed his eyebrows, wanting to snarl at the employee but recognizing that the cart had a line and instead jumping behind the counter. He began to take orders, doling out arrangements to customers who continued to give him weird looks even when he pointed to the name of the cart and himself and say “I’m Eli, this is my cart”. All the while, Eli kept a keen ear out to why his employee was so sucked into the card game that was happening not 50 feet away.

The line of customers diminished and he was left to watch the card game. Vinnie was a rutound individual, not enough hair on the top of his head but plenty of it on his face and sideburns to almost make up for the lack of it. He sat in front of the boy, looking a bit like a squat toad, his brows furrowed quite intensely. Eli was good at crunching numbers and not half as stupid as a lot of people liked to think he was. He of course, did like to pretend to be a fool every now and again, it kept people unsuspecting of what he was capable of. One thing was certain though, as he watched the game between Vinnie and the young boy play out.

Not all was what it seemed.

Elijah, seeing there was no longer any one in line, began to slowly walk over to the boy and Vinnie where a small crowd was beginning to form. As he approached he heard a woman in the ring around them say, her tone nearly brimming with alarm, “Hey! That’s--he’s--someone should call the police!”

Alex Goya
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Alex Goya
 Posted: Jan 31 2018, 07:50 PM
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Alex was feeling rather confident today. He had been practicing his card tricks for weeks under Remy's watchful eyes and now he was set to try it on the masses. But first he needed a spot and what better place than near a flower cart. People were already there, spending extra money on something they didn't really need, and, as an added bonus, he could barrow one of the empty boxes that was tossed out from the cart and use it as an impromptu table. With that he had a game of three card monty set up.

The cart owner didn't seem to mind the little divergent of flow. He barely noticed until once customer, who got "lucky", ran back to switch out one bouquet of flowers for a more expensive batch. And that was the hook, definitely got people's attention, and some assumed that the little kid sitting at an upturned box was basically asking to loose all his money.

Until it was apparent that the game was harder than it looked and some took that as a challenge. The cart owner in particular took it as a personal affront that he was loosing to a twelve year old and was stubbornly trying to win his money back. Sunk cost fallacy, the longer he played the more he wanted to win back what he was constantly loosing, instead of just cutting his losses and getting back to work. All the better for Alex honestly, the man was 200 down and was stubbornly holding on. At ten bucks a round he was rapidly bleeding money.

"C'mon Vinnie, you have to pick a card at some point. It's not rocket science." It was hardly science at all, it was simple psychology. Even using the man's name was a trick, get him comfortable and trusting. It was just Vinnie, him, and the cards. So when someone called from the little crowds that someone should call the cops, the spell was almost immediately broken. He looked up and frowned at the jerk, "What?! Why?! It's just a little game, no harm in it! Get out of here jerk!" Okay so there was some harm in that he was essentially draining this guy of all the dough he had but that was nitpicking at best.

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 Posted: Feb 2 2018, 09:53 PM
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Eli dealt with kids too clever for their own good on a daily basis, and when he wasn’t teaching he was still surrounded by their tom-foolery. The amount of hours he had spent cleaning up after said foolery was a whole other matter, but it did give him quite an extensive list of experiences to pull from. He could recognize when a kid was up to something. No doubt Eli looked very similar to the boy he was watching scam Vinnie then when he’d been a boy looking for trouble.

Upon gaining a closer look of the small crowd, it became clear that the cry of alarm had come from a woman dressed in an absolutely horrid burnt orange colored blouse. Her pants might have looked nice had they been an appropriate size but they were three sizes too small and gave her the appearance of being entirely too large a personality. It became very clear to Eli that she was a woman who did not make idle threats just to be heard...not with the way her face suddenly contorted and became tomato red at the boy’s not so eloquent request to leave him be.

Pretending to be as nonchalant as possible while keeping a lid on the way his anxiety suddenly spiked by being surrounded by so many others, Elijah tapped Vinnie’s shoulder. Vinnie swung around to look up at a face that appeared calm and jovial, seeing as Eli had pasted a lopsided smile on his features, but was clearly not. “Oh! Hi there! Remember me? Your boss, the one who owns the flower cart you have so graciously deserted in order to play cards with a child.” The plant mutant looked sideways at the boy.

He looked familiar...it was possible he was one of the many kids who sort of popped in and out of Xavier’s...but he was pretty certain he’d never interacted with the boy before. “Who, I might add, is doing a very swell job of robbing you blind.” He blinked once or twice in Vinnie’s direction who had gawked at Eli and was just now having the presence of mind to feel embarrassed.

“See! I told you!” Eli winced as the woman’s voice inserted itself into the interaction and he watched as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed three numbers. He should have been quieter, that had been tactless. “Yes, I would like to report--well, um, you see there’s a boy on the street corner of…” The grumblings of the crowd were becoming louder and the woman's voice was lost.

A large man Eli was only just seeing started grumbling louder then some of the others in the crowd. He stepped forward aggressively, a twisted look on his features and reached out to snatch at the boy's shoulder as if to yank him to his feet. Eli acted without too much thought as he watched the man reach for the boy by stepping in front of the man who collided into Eli. The man startled back with a snarl.

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Alex Goya
 Posted: Feb 4 2018, 03:02 PM
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Alex might not have been the smartest kid on the block but he could very well see when the jig was up. And it was very much up when Vinnie's boss, Eli, stepped forward to reprimand the large man for abandoning his post. It was even more up when the heckler from before decided to call the cops. "Welp, that's the end of that. I should be going, better luck next time Vinnie." He quickly attempted to gather up the money and the cards from the table, stuffing them in his pockets for safe keeping.

This was of course interrupted by an even bigger jerk stomping forward to grab him. Alex got up, readying himself to run for his life when the boss man stepped between them. He blinked surprised that the man who should be the most mad at him was protecting him. He had ruined a lot of potential sales after all, Eli should have been happy to let this complete strange step forward and snatch him. Though that snatching could have entailed any number of other things.

He was grateful either way, and made sure he was hiding behind Eli because there was no way in hell he was letting himself go unprotected. That and he couldn't exactly make a run for it. There were far too many people gathered around now and any one of them could decide to try and hold him for the police.

Holy shit, he was in way more trouble than he should be over a little card game. Seriously, why were people so nosey and quick to complain? To the cops of all people too! Geez...

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Thistle
 Posted: Feb 13 2018, 12:42 AM
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The boy must not have been more than ten or twelve with how he was able to hide his slight frame behind Elijah’s slighter still, frame. He felt the boys presence at his back more than anything as he tried to make himself look larger while the angry man glowered and took another step towards him. Eli was surprised to find there wasn’t steam blowing out of the man’s ears with how red his face had started to become. “This kid yours?” He shouted in the teacher’s face.

He hesitated too long, his arms now positioned away from his body as if to shield the kid from the attacker. The crowd wasn’t becoming larger but it felt as though every eye in New York city had suddenly found him. His heart thundered in his ears. He really did not do well in social situations. “Y-yes.” He sputtered. “Can’t you tell by the hair? He sure as shit ain’t yours, what with that shiny mirror of a head you got going.” He was spewing sarcastic nonsense and the man was reading right through it.

His complexion was becoming far more red.

The man aggressively reeled his arm back as if to punch Eli in his silly little mouth. There wasn't much time to respond, or perhaps there was too much time, but the plant mutant did not hesitate to call the weeds that were squished under the man’s feet to rise rapidly up and strangle his right leg. He caused the plants to tug violently at the leg and he watched as the man toppled over with a small uttered cry.

The crowd of onlookers uttered an almost pretty and very harmonious, “mutant”.

He quickly looked over to Vinnie, his heart rate racing at the stupidity he’d just enacted in front of quite a few different on-lookers. “You man the cart and don’t say a word and you still got a job. Kid,” He snagged the back of the Alex Goya's shirt as gentle and firmly as he could. “We best get moving.”
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Alex Goya
 Posted: Feb 13 2018, 11:48 PM
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Alex looked up at Thistle, surprised that the man took responsibility for him. Or he tried at least. Even he could see that he was pretty bad at this whole lying thing. Still, he appreciated the effort to protect him, though it was becoming clear he would have to abandon Eli. The large bald man did not look impressed in the least, raising his fist to strike the thin man down. Alex tensed, bracing himself to run for it the moment his only defense faltered.

Excepted the larger man stumbled, legs wrapped in weeds. It only took him a second to realize what the rest of the crowd was already whispering: mutant. Eli was a mutant and he was protecting him and Alex did his best not to grin. It didn't seem to matter where he went or what trouble he got into, mutants were everywhere to save his day.

He nodded quickly when Eli addressed him, making it clear they'd have to leave the area rather quickly. He followed the tug at the back of his shirt, not resisting in the slightest. Once they were a good ways away from the crowd he finally spoke up. "Sorry for the trouble. I didn't think people would get so angry." Okay, so he should have expected a few people to get upset but not to the point of violence, least of all against him. He was a kid after all, most adults wouldn't hit kids that weren't theirs. But he guessed adults in the big city were different.
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Thistle
 Posted: Feb 17 2018, 02:15 PM
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Fuckfuckfuckfuck was the underlining chant that littered Elijah’s thoughts. Had he totally tanked his flower business and everything he had built over a freaking card game and child? He looked sideways at the young boy. Yup. Yup he had.

Whelp.

Twas a good thing Xavier’s paid enough to cover the cost of socks, he thought bitterly. He’d have to make sure grandma knew the situation and could salvage what remained with some good PR. “Yeah, people are a little tight on their reserves for patience it would seem.” He tried to catch his breath while continuing to look over his shoulders to make sure no angry mob was going to come up against their backs. He was in shape at least, he had to be to keep up with most of his students, but he wasn’t much of a fighter.

“Something tells me you ain’t too sorry and you’re lucky not to have been carted off by police.” He shook his head, not entirely angry, more annoyed than anything else. “You look familiar, like I’ve seen you running through the halls of the school I work for. What are you doing on the streets?” He didn’t say which school, and he probably wouldn’t if the kid had no idea what he was talking about. He also knew better then to ask questions to anyone on the streets what exactly they were doing, but he did so anyways, what a rebel.

Eli steered them both over to a hot dog stand, the smell making his stomach grumble hungrily. "You like hot dogs, kid?"

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Alex Goya
 Posted: Feb 22 2018, 12:40 PM
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Alex couldn't help but feel this guy was more upset then him about the whole situation, if his facial expression was anything to go by. He really hoped he hadn't permanently ruined something for him. Sure, he could be a jerk some times and get himself in trouble when he could just behave himself but that didn't mean he wanted to cause people any more grief than loosing a wallet. In the end it was all just material possessions that people could earn back.

Though he couldn't help but grin when the man pointed out that he didn't seem too sorry. He was right of course, Alex didn't feel too bad about it. At this point getting in trouble and running for it, was par for the course. He was used to being the one to take something and then book it before he could get in actual trouble. At first it had been a survival thing, running away from his foster home meant he didn't have as much access as he did before, so his hunger outweighed the rules he had been taught. But then he grew to enjoy the thrill of victory, the narrow escapes, and power cash brought him. He didn't have to rely on adults as much, he could handle it himself.

Speaking of which, Thistle's question of him going to a school he worked at confused him at first before it clicked. "Oh! You mean Xavier's? Yeah I've been there a couple of times but only to visit Neena and Merry." He wasn't going to say that it was also because the food was free and he actually got to spend time playing like an actual kid, rather than the hustling he had just been doing moments ago. Though for him, tricking people into forking over money was as much a game to him as tag was.

At the mention of grabbing some hot dogs, Alex nodded in agreement, "Yeah! I can pay, least I can do for the trouble I caused you." He carefully pulled a twenty from the roll of cash he had won against a few idiots, Vinnie included. "How many hotdogs do you want? Cause I'm gonna get like five."
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