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Post by henry on May 3, 2009 20:31:15 GMT -5
April 3rd
As the black 8 ball fell into the pocket of the table, Henry smiled at the poor block in front of him. The smirk he had as he rest his chin on the pole cue pissed the other guy off, but Henry didn't care. He just won 60 bucks at pole. Standing straight, Henry held up an open palm towards the guy. "Fork it over dude." he said.
After getting his money and watching the guy leave, Henry sat on the table and started counting his cash. Oh how he loved a good hustle. Well, when he's the one getting the money at least. The guy was such a loser Henry didn't even need to use his powers.
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Post by stephenadams on May 3, 2009 20:46:45 GMT -5
Stephen teleported into the youth center, he looked around, using his eyes and telepathy, and found that a few kids were freaked out by his appearance. Most of them thought he was some homeless kid that had been sleeping in a dark alley for the past few weeks with his dirty ripped clothes. That wasn't very far from the truth.
Stephen had been trying to stay away from people for awhile, he didn't want to run into a special and have his hunger take him over, but he needed to be near people, it was to boring by himself. He had wanted to go to the school to see if there was anyone who could help him, but it was now a youth center, just his luck.
Stephen walked into the snooker and pool room, deciding he could use some cash to get some presentable clothes. He had a few bucks on him and he was sure that he could turn it into more using his powers. He searched the minds of people to see if anyone was playing for money and walked to the first one he found.
He took his only twenty out of his pocket and put it on the pool table, You wanna play?"
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Post by henry on May 3, 2009 21:10:11 GMT -5
Henry looked up when some kid came in and placed a twenty down, asking if he wanted to play. Henry sized up the guy through the corner out of his eye. The guy looked like he walked in from the street. Looking him up and down, Henry let out a chuckle. "I'm surprised you actually have twenty. You sure you wanna lose it?" Henry asked before jumping off the table and picking up a cue stick. Placing a twenty down and pocketing the remaining, Henry spun the stick as he walked to the other side of the room.
"Well, seeing as how you might actually need it, I'll let you go first." Henry said arrogantly. He wasn't sure if this kid was good or not, but frankly Henry didn't care. If anything did turn out bad, Henry could always "twick" the game to his favor. It wasn't as if anyone could tell if he was cheating or not.
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Post by stephenadams on May 4, 2009 14:55:14 GMT -5
Stephen chuckled as the other boy asked him if he was willing to lose his twenty, Stephen wouldn't need it even if he did lose, he would just have to steal some new clothes.
Stephen took one of the cue picks off the rack and then set up the balls. He then then went to the other side of the table and and calculated where he should hit the cue ball. He would have to make the game close so that the guy might play him another game and he could have four times the money he already had.
He shot the cue ball straight into the other balls. The two ball went straight into the corner pocket. He then sunk the four.
"Looks like I'm good at this game." Stephen said with a chuckle as took a shot at the one ball and almost got it in.
"Looks like your up now. I guess I'm going for the solid colored ones right?" Stephen asked as he took a step back to let the other boy take a shot.
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Post by henry on May 4, 2009 18:55:29 GMT -5
Henry had a firm, tight lip grin on his face. He watched the other boy get a cue stick and set up the ball. It seemed with little effort, the boy knock two to three ball into the pockets of the table. Henry wanted to glare, but he kept his face neutral so he wouldn't let the other kid know he was losing it.
"Nice shot." Henry said. "My turn." Twirling the cue, Henry positioned himself in front of the ball. Rearing the cue back, Henry struck forward. The end result was two stripped balls into the middle left pocket. Grinning, Henry went for a third ball, but ended up missing. Glaring at the defiant ball, Henry flicked his wrist under the table, causing the solid white ball to bounce off the corner wall and hit a different stripped ball.
"Three balls. Lets see if I could get another." Henry grinned. He missed the fourth ball and just gave Stephen the next shot.
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Post by stephenadams on May 5, 2009 15:58:28 GMT -5
Stephen watched as the other boy took his shots, he was pretty good. The other boy managed to get two balls in on his first shot and then another ball on his next shot. Stephen wa confused about the second shot though. He didn't think that the cue had had enough power to bounce off the corner and hit another ball in.
"Let's see if I can top that." Stephen said with a chuckle. He looked at the table, deciding to put a few balls in this time.
Stephen made his first shot and put two solid colored balls into two different corner pockets. He smiled as he moved across the table to take another shot. He then sunk another solid colored ball.
"Two more solids and then I'm on to the eight ball." Stephen said with a smile.
Stephen decided to let the other boy take a few shots and missed the next solid ball he shot at.
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Post by henry on May 7, 2009 5:19:41 GMT -5
Henry fully glared at the kid. Even he'd rather not admit it, the kid was good. Hell, if Henry hadn't used his power on his second shot, he might have lost by now. If Henry was going to lose, he was at least going to make it a close game. Lining up the shot, Henry hit two balls in.
"Looks like things are getting even."
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Post by stephenadams on May 8, 2009 15:00:19 GMT -5
Stephen watched as the other boy sunk two more balls. The game was pretty even now, both of them had sunk five balls each.
"Hey what's your name, I don't think we've introduced ourselves yet. I'm Stephen." Stephen said when he realized he didn't know the boy he was playing at all other then he was a good pool player.
Stephen waited for the boy to answer and then make his next shot so the game could continue and he could get twenty bucks richer.
Stephen noticed that a few people were watching him and the other boy play, Stephen guesssed they were surprised that a boy with clothes like his was so good at pool.
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Post by henry on May 9, 2009 13:34:37 GMT -5
Henry watched the kid play before he answered. "Henry." he said flatly. Sucking on his teeth, Henry had to wonder how he'd get his money from this kid. He wasn't just going to let him win, especially not with this big of a crowd. It would be social suicide to loose to a kid in rags.
Making sure no one was looking, Henry flicked his finger, making on of the balls Stephen shot miss horribly. "Oh, look at that, looks like it's my turn." Henry said smugly before lining up a shot himself.
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Post by stephenadams on May 9, 2009 15:21:05 GMT -5
Stephen watched as one of his shots, which he had carefully lined up, missed completely. Stephen looked toward Henry as his hand went down, had he used an ability to mess with Stephen's shot? Stephen did a quick sweep of Henry's mind and found out that he could move objects with his mind too.
So that's how you want to play?, Stephen said to Henry using telepathy.
As Henry's pool stick made contact with the cue ball Stephen did a swipe with his hand and the cue ball went right in the corner pocket.
"Thank you my good man." Stephen said with a chuckle as he placed the cue ball back on the table next to a colored ball that was near a pocket. He didn't even bother to line up the shot, he just tapped the cue ball into the colored ball, waiting to see what Henry did to try and stop him.
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Post by henry on May 12, 2009 5:16:39 GMT -5
Henry smirked at the shot he was about to make when he heard something in the back of his mind. It almost sounded like Stephen had just said something. As Henry made the shot, his cue went off course and landed in the corner pocket. He glared at Stephen.
Son of....Well this could get interesting. He couldn't try anything here in front of all these people, but at least he could chat with Stephen after. Flicking his wrist, HEnry cause the ball to miss and fly off the table.
"Huh, better get that man."
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Post by stephenadams on May 13, 2009 17:58:50 GMT -5
Stephen watched as his ball flew off the table and on to the other side of the room. As he walked over to get it he smiled inwardly, this game was going to be a lot more interesting.
Stephen picked up the ball and walked back to the table, wondering how he could win this game, as far as he knew Henry just had the ability to move stuff with his mind and Stephen could that, teleport, read/control minds, and whatever abilities any other special in here had.
Stephen decided it would be best to just stick with moving stuff with his mind and reading Henry's mind to know what he was going to do.
Stephen gave the ball to Henry because he didn't think it was his turn anymore, he would just have to wait before he sunk the eight ball and won the game.
(I just realized we don't have a date for this thread.)
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Post by henry on May 26, 2009 12:26:11 GMT -5
"Thanks" Henry said with a smirk on his face. Turning, his eyes darkened some what. Seriously, this kid was too nice. Henry normally liked to get his opponents to get all riled up. It's so easier to beat the other guy when their pissed and couldn't hit for crap. But this guy, he was so nice that it was ticking Henry off. Turning back to the table, Henry reviewed the score.
So far, it was a draw, but their was no way the game would end up that way unless the eight ball magically flew out the window and was lost. Yeah, and Sylar would suddenly decide killing was wrong and adopt twenty bunny rabbits for a 'Save the animals' campaign. "The hell that come from?" Henry asked himself after the odd thought came into his head. Shaking it off, Henry returned to the game and placed the ball back onto the table.
Lining up the shot, Henry went over his options. He could go for the eight ball after he hit another stripped ball. Think was, they were too far apart to get in one shot, and lining them up wasn't possible. Well, there was always the cheating method, but he'd figure that the other people in the room would suddenly notice if he magically hit two balls that were in completely opposite corners. He could killl to leave no witnesses, but then again he wasn't that violent. Plus forty wasn't really worth it. Hmmm, what to do, what to do.
Finally figuring out that he would just cheat his way to victory, Henry lined up the shot and took it. Driving the pool stick into the cue ball, Henry flicked his finger even so slightly to guide the cue ball in the "right" direction. It glided over to the stripe ball by the corner, knocking it in. Before it could follow, Henry flicked his finger again, causing the ball to bounce off the corner and head towards the other corner ball. His grin was truly one that would make Sylar proud.
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Post by stephenadams on May 26, 2009 14:53:39 GMT -5
Stephen could tell that Henry was starting to get pissed, he noticed that Henry's eyes darkened as he turned away. Stephen figured it was because he wasn't as worried about losing this game as Henry was. For one Stephen didn't really need the money, he just wanted it so he wouldn't have to steal new clothes, and two because Stephen had a plan.
He had let Henry send his ball flying because Henry only had one ball left before the eight ball and if Stephen remembered correctly, if you knock the eight ball out the table when it's your last ball you you lose.
Stephen watched as the cue ball hit the last stripe ball in and then shoot straight toward the eight ball. Stephen did a slight flick of his wrist and cue ball slammed into the eight ball, sending it off the table instead of the corner pocket. Stephen made sure the eight ball had stopped before he turned top Henry.
"Isn't there a rule that if the eight ball is sent off the table when it's your last ball you lose?" Stephen asked with a smile.
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Post by henry on May 26, 2009 15:26:54 GMT -5
Twitch. Twitch. If it were possible, Henry's twitching eyebrow was matching the rhythm of the clock in the far corner of the room. He could hear the laughter of all the other kids in the room. He was trying so hard not to nuke the whole place. His hand, firmly griping the pool table, was emitting a low, dim light. If someone looked close enough, they could see tiny wisps of smoke rising between the cracks of his fingers. Just pick up your hand, and let everyone taste a bitter farewell a voice in the back of his head suggested.
No, he wouldn't want to cause a disturbance, not here at least. Trying ever so hard, Henry went over a picked up the ball. Where his hand had once bit was now a huge burn mark. Taking the ball while trying to keep his cool, Henry strutted over and placed the eight ball back on the table. Glaring at Stephen out of the corner of his eye, Henry put back a smirk on his face. "Good game. But maybe next time, try not toss the ball out of the table." Henry whispered that last part to Stephen as he walked pass. "If you needed money to buy yourself something better, ya could've just gone to a homeless shelter."
Yeah, call him a jerk or a hypocrite, Henry didn't care. So long as he didn't publicly lose his temper and accidentally chop someone's head open, he was fine. "I think it's just down the street." Smirking, Henry walked out of the pool room and across the hall where they'd be serve smoothies. He really needed something to calm his nerves before he walked back in there and 'accidentally' twack Stephen on the head with all the cue sticks in the room.
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