Shinji might not be thankful to his family for a lot of things, but the one thing he was thankful to them for was his ability to hold the attention of a crowd, that talent had so far put a roof over his head and put food on his table.

Currently he had a huddled mass of people watching the way in which he flung himself across concrete twisting and turning through the air with absolute no regard for his own personal safety. Most of it was natural talent, but the higher jumps were a direct result of gentle manipulations of the natural gravitational fields that surrounded every living and non-living thing.

It wasn't cheating, not if it brought more money in.

Besides it was all natural flexibility that had Shinji's back bending in the way it did and bruise after bruise in hours of training sessions that had his hands planting in the right spots to catch his weight and turn his body so he could perfectly execute one movement after another.

His body eventually twisted into a ball midflight, head lifting to flash a grin and wink at a couple young girls who simply flushed with colour and ducked their heads, giggling. Shinji's lips gave way to a smirk before he stretched his arms out and spread his fingers, breathing as he all but grabbed a hold of the force around himself and pulled inwards, drawing it close enough so it slowed his momentum and he landed in a perfect upright position.

The crowd cheered and Shinji merely broke away from his stationary position, grinning before giving a bow.

There was something relaxing about the shuffling of cards, the way that they felt sliding through his fingers and the soft fluttering sounds they made. He had been using them since he was much younger, a child on the streets finding ways to keep himself entertained on the cold nights, and later when he discovered his mutant ability, as a weapon.

Remy LeBeau always had at least three packs hidden on his person. Trench coats were good for that. He huddled further into his, making sure that it was done up as he turned another corner. The duffle bag sitting over his right shoulder was old and worn, its dark tan colour somewhat faded with age.

It wasn't like he couldn't afford to buy a new one, more that he didn't want to. This was the bag he had done a lot of travelling with. He was attached to it.

His fingertips tingled as he played with the cards, slipping them into his pockets as his feet stilled and he took a breath, trying to find his center - or whatever rubbish that was - to pull the power back into himself.

He knew the Institute was just around the corner and he blew out a breath, tucking errant strands of auburn hair behind his ear as he picked up his feet and began moving again, concentrating hard on keeping those tingles at bay, that power inside himself.

Once the building came into view with the impressive gate at the front with an intercom and a buzzer, he strolled closer, inspecting the keypad and then looking beyond into the grounds themselves. It looked like it was an easy enough place to get into, the wall wasn't too hard to scale, especially for someone like himself. He supposed it would be bad form to stroll up to the front door, though.

And since he was rather sure he needed help, he decided on the boring, normal way of getting in contact with people and he pushed the button on the intercom.

"This place kinda looks like de Hilton," he said to himself, peering through the gates again whilst he waited for an answer, one hand curling around one of the metal bars, his concentration slipping enough that his fingers started to glow.

Who: Rogue and Logan
What: Logan giving Rogue a lift to the airport
When: Night
Rating: TBD I guess
Status: active

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