That Defining Moment (Open)

[Izzy]

"Damn it."
Isaac watched as his very expensive phone lost signal and turned into a very expensive MP3 player that still got wifi and t.v. The ship still had a few minutes in order to fully dock, so he took that time to listen to a song. The music was loud, even through headphones. The song spoke of a soldier in a far off galaxy and all the sacrifices he made for his wife, only to find out that it wasn't enough.

After the song, Isaac put away the phone and hefted his suitcase over his shoulder. He started down the ramp to check in...

['Rags' Silvio Matthews]

Silvio Matthews walked off the boat when it docked confidently. He looked out onto the island with a smirk on his face. So this is where she ran off to... He thought to himself. He wondered how many of these people actually went to this school. He hadn't any intention of being caught as an outsider. He knew that Narlicia wasn't close behind, but they had pre-arranged their room at the school. Rags was happy to know that they accepted the story that his power had a mental block which his sister acted as an enabler for. Suckers.

He had just brought a duffel bag with him, filled with whatever he needed to survive and look after himself in case things got rough. Whenever he lifted the heavy bag off the floor of the boat, metallic clanks could be heard from within. Rags came to a boy who was listening to music. He ended up being right behind him stepping off the boat, and when he hefted his suitcase over his shoulder, it ended up bumping into Rags' arm on the way up.

"Hey, watch it." He said roughly. He glared at the back of the boy's head. Calm, Rags. Chill. He thought to himself. His nostrils flared like a bull seeing red.

[Izzy]

Isaac felt his case bump someone behind him. He used his Second-Hand Perspective to see through the person's sight behind him. Isaac didn't need to use it to feel the the back of his own head start to smoke, the guy was looking at him with fury. He kept in the guy's sight as he told him to, 'Watch it'.. He went back to his own sight to see... Oh God... He's one of THOSE Thugs.

Because Isaac was a thug himself, but the Italian Mafia type. Nothing like what this guy looked like. But he wasn't one to judge. This guy, he assumed, got resources through robbing, killing and counterfeit. Because Isaac also got resources through robbing, killing, and counterfeit... But he made it look legit.

"I apologize." Isaac said as he simply turned his head to say. At that point, he surveyed his surroundings. Calculated, analyzed and processed everything. I'll be ready...

['Rags' Silvio Matthews]

Rags saw the man turn his head and apologize. That's more like it... He thought to himself, closing his eyes for a moment to catch himself. " 'S alright." He said finally, his hands ripping more off the edges of his armani suit which had been shredded to be hardly recognizable.

He hadn't liked the smug tone in the man's voice though, or at least what Rags picked up as smug. He clenched his teeth with his mouth closed and tried not to cause any trouble right here, or draw any attention to himself.

"Who are you anyway?" He asked finally, sounding brash. His own unique way of making friends.. Though he doubted that's how this might end up.

Once they got to a broad section of the dock, Rags started walking a bit faster to walk slightly ahead of the boy, his ego made him do it. He glanced back though to see the face of him.

[Izzy]

Isaac got a huge whiff and sight of what seemed to be the other kid's ego. The anger issues were very prominent as well, but well under control. "My name is Isaac. Some prefer to call me 'Izzy D.' Just a name that stuck, I guess." Isaac replied to the kid. He looked at the other kid up and down as he walked ahead of him. Tattered and burned rags was what he seemed to be wearing, smelled just as burnt. Didn't bother Isaac though. He was in a similar situation as a kid, 'Remember where you started', Isaac remembered his boss telling him as he picked him off the streets. 'You have to be a tortured soul to be great at anything.' another thing he said. The kid seemed appreciative of what he had, which was admirable. The only thing intolerable was that his nose was so high in the air, you couldn't see it past the clouds. Whatever, though. Isaac thought. He knew how to deal with people like this. But if he couldn't, he knew **Karma would take care of it.

**Referring to 'Jinx-Manipulation'. He dismisses it for Karma. (See bio for more info)

['Rags' Silvio Matthews]

Rags could understand nicknames. His name was Silvio, but Rags was easier to remember for obvious reasons. "Izzy D, eh?" He chuckled a bit at the name, "Sure rolls off the tongue." He said. It was uncertain whether or not he was being sarcastic or snide saying it though. His tone might have suggested as much, but he didn't mean anything by it really.

Rags wondered where his sister was. She was around, Rags was sure, but what he wasn't sure about was whether or not he'd be asked about his powers, and what'd he say in response. Oh yeah, we went over that... I have a negative charge and my sister has the positive, or something like that... That's our excuse for it only working whenever she's around. He remembered.

"So dude, Izzy, whatever- You new here as well, right?" If he wasn't, Rags would be sure to find some things out from him. More contacts the better. If he was, like he thought? Well, that didn't matter too much.