A Modern Magic

[Mist]

I would like to find a number of people who would like to create a very modern magic story.  Probably 4-5 people including myself who discover they have the ability to make things happen. Ages should range between 16 and 50.   No wands, robes, spells, couldrons, potions, just emotion linked to unexplainable phenomenons.  The story would begin in a resturant in Chicago where our heros/heroines have been drawn together and notice each other as each phenomenon occurs and appears in the news. I would like there to eventually be a villan or two of sorts. Later in the story a normal human who wishes to profit from the power and possibly one of the group turned evil.

What I want to hear from those interested in being involved is name, age, gender, race, hometown, what you have become proficient in with your abilities, for example, control of living beings, elemental, control of yourself (healing, levetation) those types of things.

[Mist]

For example...

Name: Mist

Age: 22

Sex: Male

Race: White

Proficency: Mechanical control and Metal Manipulation

[NotoriusBEN]

Sure, Im game for modern magic.

Name: Ben

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Race: White

Proficiency: Lightning and electricity type powers.

Hometown: Seattle, but whether the magic compelled him to go to Chicago or if it's just what he wanted to do, is something even Ben doesnt know. Ill come up with some more details tomorrow.

[Mist]

Jeez...I forgot my own hometown!!

Hometown: A small city in Northern Minnesota called Blackduck.

[Anosas]

Name: Tori

Age: 16

Sex: Female

Race: White

Proficiency: Control of living beings (includes animals, insects and plants) and Healing

Hometown:  Niagra Falls.

[Mist]

I sit at a bar downtown, the same bar I've been to all week, diminishing my scarce funds one beer at a time.  Noticing the sound of thunder , I pay my tab and head for the subway.  I grab my old Carhardt from the rack at the door a put it on over my blue jeans and untucked Dickies button down greasy blue work shirt.
The rain is already coming down in sheets in the Windy City.
   'At least I wore my work boots instead of those damn sneakers' I think to myself, accidentally stepping in a deep puddle.   I pay my dollar and take the Metra back to the suburbs for the night. 
   The dark glass creates a mirror and I can see my self getting a little scruffy. The goatee on my chin looks fine but not the five o'clock shadow around it.  My usually bald head is getting 'fluffy' like she used to call it-
   I turn my head from the window and rest my elbows on my knees.
   'Dammit, why do I do it to myself?' As I scold myself in my head, the train jerks, and the car begins making an irregular vibration. As the train begins slowing, I make my way to the door. I pull a cigarette out of my pocket as an employee walks in.
   "Sir, there is no smoking on the train. We are going to be making an unscheduled stop, so it would be best if you wait in your seat." He politely explains as the train comes to a slow stop in one of the few seemingly rural areas of the south 'burbs.
   "Does that make a break off the train out of the question?" I ask, holding my Marlboro up.
   "I suppose since your the only passenger tonight, but I can't put the steps out, sorry"  I raise my hand, "That's fine." I say a little too bluntly for his kindess. He unlocks the door and I jump off onto the balast.
   I attemt to light my cigarette, still attempting to get her out of my head. After a few tries and my anger only building, I put it back in my pocket and begin fishing for a new one. A mechanic comes walks up with a tool box and a flashlight, shining it at the underside of the car I was in.
   "Got a light, Pal?" I ask
   "Yea." He digs one out of his pocket.
   "Whatcha gotta fix?" I question, as I light my smoke.
   "Well, I can't fix it, more or less just gott make sure the sensor is good. The real problem is gonna take a couple hours."
   "You gotta be shittin me?" I blurt out after a long drag.
   "Sorry, Man. Gotta bring a couple tools and a replacement part."
   "Well what the hell is it?" Another long drag.
   "Bearings and shaft are destroyed in this wheel here." He pointed to one of the wheels in front of us.
Almost done with the cigarette, I ask, "How long is gonna fuckin be?"
   "Dispatch said they would have a guy out here in about an hour and its gonna take at least an hour to do the work." He replied, a bit offended. 
   'I don't need this shit' I thought as I flicked my butt into the grass.  'I just don't fucking need this.'  I walk start feeling my blood pressure rise and my body warms. Fuck is all that comes to mind. I grab my pack of cigarettes and try to take one out, my body shaking slightly.
   'No, no, no, no, no,' I grab my lighter again a begin attempting to light it. It continues to fail igniting. Getting angrier, I an soon feel my heart thumping against my chest and sweat droplets forming. I throw the lighter down, and I begin hearing frantic chatter on the radio the repair man has on him.
   "Hey, Rick, ummmm, we need you up here.  The throttle just jumped and we can't get it to stop." I hear, blood pressure still rising.  I hear a loud clang from up by the engine. 'Deep breaths, Mist, this ain't you.' I keep telling myself.
   "Rick, we just lost parking brakes on all passenger cars!   What the fuck do we do?" comes across the CB now.
   "I'll look at 113, and see what I can figure out." he turns his flashlight back on.
   "Can I use your lighter again?" I ask in a very low tone.
   "Sure." He tosses it my way, climbing under the train.
   I light my cigarette and feel my body tense up with the first drag.  My mind goes blank and my body temperature peaks.
   "Rick, the engine is running full boar! What the hell is happening?" was th last thing Rick heard.
   As he began climbing out from under the train, the brakes gave comepletely and the train jerked forward and Rick's neck was in exactly the wrong spot. The train cars kicked and bounced as the engine continued pulling it forward at full throttle untill it finally kicked a wheel off the track.
   The domino had been pushed.  From the time I accidentally let her memory slip into my mind, I was just tempting fate.the cars followed the first to derail as the engine continued its attempt at pulling them, to no avail. The engine was the last to tumble down the small embankment.
   I begin walking north, away from the train, away from the corpse, to the city. I was gonna have find a way to hide till it all blew over.  I grab another smoke and pull Rick's lighter from my pocket. Its a Zippo with a bikini girl wrapped around an over sized wrench. I shrug, light my cig, and put it back in my pocket. As I start walking again I think to myself, 'Silver lining...always a silver lining.'

[NotoriusBEN]

"Seven ball, side pocket."

With smooth measured movement, Ben taps the cueball into the Seven. It sinks into the side pocket with a satisfying thump and rattle, while the cueball bounces on a couple of cushions before resting in perfect position for sinking the Eight.

"Eight ball, corner pocket."

Bars werent the same anymore since the smoking ban throughout the nation. Anymore you had punk college kids turn up at the 'new hangout' and all the regulars feel invaded. These kids had no sense of decency in molding to the atmosphere of a bar, they forced their own wills upon it.

"Ok, who's next?"

"I take you on old man, fifty bucks."

"Ohh, big spender, eh? Rack 'em up kiddo."

The Eightball table was racked up and Ben placed the cueball, preparing to break the group. After half a minute of measuring and test strokes, Ben smashed the cueball with a tight focused swing. The cueball sped into the grouping, scattering balls in every direction. Plunk, plunk, plunk. Balls were sinking into pockets every which way. A few heartstopping moments later, the Eightball rolled slowly to the precipice of a corner pocket before rolling over the edge. The cueball rested back in position where Ben had struck it.

"Eff you man! I aint paying up a bet after that show, you hustler!"

Quicker than the rich kid, Ben grabbed the money off the table, and stared down at him. "You will pay your debt, and you will like it. Word from the wise, never hustle a hustler."

Leaving the bar, Ben looked up at the thundering clouds and grimaced at the coming rainstorm. He had a coat for the rain, but the wind this town was known for was horrendous. "Uh, I hate Chicago..."

Walking down the street, Ben felt the presence of a group of people walking behind him. Walking a block, then choosing left or right at intersections confirmed he was being followed. "Well, might as well take care of it."

Darting into an alley, hid in the small inset of a wall. A minute later, a group of punks, including the rich kid rushed the alley. Four of them had makeshift clubs, or chains, but the rich kid had a butterfly knife. Not wanting to disappoint, Ben thumped the last one to walk past him. They were much too eager for blood and didnt even look to see if he was hiding.

The exhileration of combat lit up within Ben. Sparks ran up and down his spine and nervous system as input and information ran along them. His mind became focused and very aware of his surrounding. His muscles responded to directions and input faster than before and relayed information back.

Lightning cascaded across the clouds creating white-blue flashes before dissapating just as quickly. Clubs and chains came close to striking Ben, but missed by hair's breadth. As he punched and kicked, his assailants convulsed and dropped to the ground. White-blue flashes sparking as flesh met flesh.

In quick succession, Ben was the only one left standing. Those that meant him harm, were groaning on the ground or delerious with pain. Walking out of the alley, the rain had just begun. "I really hate Chicago..."

[Anosas]

Another dismal day in the wonderful windy city of Chicago,  stormy oceanic eyes would stare moodily at the dark clouds that where rolling in.  Why had they had to move to Chicago of all places, why not Hawaii, or Japan or something interesting like that. 

" Tori!"   ....oh gawd...her head would sink against her shoulders as her body physically cringed at the voice calling her name.  Turning her moody eyes upon the barer of that high pitched squeaky calling, and there she was....her older half sister.   Captain of the cheer leading squad, blonde and blue eyed, on the school student council as treasurer....most loved and hated in the school,  Terese. 


" what..do you want"   came the disgruntled response as her attention would return to her locker and the messily stuffing of home work and text books into her back pack. 

Terese: "  tell mom and dad I'll be home late"

"  but tonight's your night to cook!, you always bail out and then I have to cover for you!"

Terese: "  I'll be home at midnight...thanks Tori"  Her cell phone going off and calling her attention as she walks away.


Tori would stare at the back of her sisters head like she was going to make it explode by narrowing her eyes and throwing daggers.  It was hopeless,  if she didn't do as Terese said then she would just get into trouble for it later, for one reason or another.

Gazing into her locker mirror,  shocking red hair pulled back into a plain pony tail,  slightly rounded face with freckles lining her nose upon pale skin.  Slamming the door shut, she hated the way she looked,  anger boiling  inside her as she would storm out of the school.

Trudging down the streets,  she would start heading for the grocery store, the days events weighing upon her and fouling up her already spoiled mood. To make things worse, it began to rain and she only had her favorite black hoody on.

" Can't a girl catch a break!"  she would yell out to the clouds as they down poured upon her drenching her within minutes, flattening her hair down to head.  Sweater dripping,  uniform beneath soaked through, along with knee high socks and sneakers.

That was when a hand gripped her mouth from behind her, grabbing her back pack and heaving her down a side alley before she could even scream.  Those dark eyes widened, as the back pack was ripped from her shoulders and she was rudely thrust up against a brick wall which her cheek was roughly grinded into. 

Something was poked into her back, perhaps a knife...a gun maybe?   A raspy growling voice would whisper into her ear.

" so pretty..."  it would say as deep breaths were taken against her hair.

This poor fellow had chosen wrongly this night, as fear and anger boiled together and reach to a fever pitch.  She would remain still not bothering to yell for help, as she would reach out with her mind to touch this disturbed males mind.

He would quiet and go still, the pressure holding her squished to the wall would release as heavy foot steps would move back.

Tori would turn to look upon her would be attacker, a vile man and yet one who looked completely ordinary....she couldn't allow him to continue this.  From the shadows they would start coming,  the streets usually  invisible residents creeping upon the scene. 

Raccoons, dogs, cats, rats.....pouring in from all sides. The man knew what was going on, he was perfectly aware, could see, feel, hear....but his body was cemented to the spot as this strange girl stared at him.

Without blinking, she watched the animals creep near and sit in waiting.  Another second past and with racing heart, she would force the man to kneel and then to lay upon the ground.  She could see panic in his eyes as he saw the half starving beasts surrounding him. 

And that would be the last she saw of him, turning to pick up her back pack as she would leave him still frozen there. Darting out the back of the alley,  as growls and yowls would rise behind her along with a mans plaintive cries.

She didn't look back, tears burning her eyes,  just running into the crowded main street without much thought as she blurred past people.  Trying to outrun her feelings, what she had just done, what he had been about to do.

She shouldn't have done that, there would be reports no doubt of the flocking of animals and about that man who had appeared to lie down to be devoured.  Hopefully no one had seen her, as she would pull up her soaked hood and continue running.

[Mist]

Waking up was just to much.  It was bad enough I had to sleep on a plastic chair at the bus terminal, but the headache I woke up with was just a little to much. 
   'I gotta figure this shit out.' I woke up thinking. 'Maybe I should just see a doctor already. Godammit, that's what she would have said.' 
   I grab a Moon Pie from a vending machine as I walk out to have a cigarette. I grab a paper after I light up.

"METRA DISASTER IN THE SOUTH METRO, TERRORISTS?"
No crew survivors, only passenger still missing

   'Fuck.' I finish my cigarette as I read the rest of the front page of the article. I scan the rest of the page for anything else interesting walking back into the terminal to buy some cheap coffee.

"FIVE MEN STRUCK BY LIGHTNING IN SAME ALLEY"
Five young men, including a state representitve's son, were struck by lightning last night downtown.  They were also found to be severly banged up after what looks like a bar fight.  Sources say the boys believe this was the act of a rouge angel, punishing them for their mis-deeds.
   "He was in the alley and we were leaving, and he just attacked us." Says Theodore Hawkins, "Lightning was coming out of his hands and he was all lit up like he was a light bulb."
   Authorities are not currently doing any investigation on the assailant, but..."

     I opened my eyes wider with every word. 
   'Could there be someone else like me who can't control his anger?'  I shake my head and take another sip of the shittiest coffe on earth and let the thought go.
   I look up at the time and departure schedule.
   'Another fucking day till I can get away.' I blook back at my paper,

"REMAINS OF MAN FOUND IN BARRINGTON HEIGHTS"
Remains of Sean Mohwald were found at around midnight last night after what would appear as a pack of random animals from the common house cat to racoons, to all number of native snakes mutilated most of his body.  The fatal blow? A neck laceration assumed to be caused by a squirrel. The wierd part? Authorities say that the victim, laying back down, never moved or appears to have defended himself.  Local animal control is..."

   I start looking for the comics as I say out loud, "Well, that's just fucked up." 

[NotoriusBEN]

Sitting at a Starbucks, Ben sipped his coffee. Black. Much to the chagrin of the baristas at the counter. Can't a guy just get a black coffee anymore? No sugar, no cream, he'll add it if he want's to, just make a cup already. The local news station was spouting out pretty much the same thing as the paper.

Ben chuckled, "Terrorists, para-normals, and the occult. Three nice and shock value topics." He listened for about five minutes, just long enough to know hear the details, but short enough that the pundits and 'analysts' couldn't get started. "Experts, my ass..." One gentleman on TV was discussing the possibility of a connection between the three. "Look at him," Ben said to no one in particular, "he probably just wiki'ed those topics ten minutes ago."

All three topics were nothing new to Ben. He had served in Iraq, and Fallujah. He fought the rag-heads and was blown up on more than one occasion from IEDs. That was probably what lead him to the other two topics. For all intents and purposes, he should be dead, but something kept him alive and it was something in him. After he mustered out of the service, he read books on the occult and paranormality. Most was garbage, but there were a few half-truths and corroborating thesises to help filter it out. The problem anymore was that EVERYONE had an opinion and EVERYONE could post garbage on the internet. "Certainly wasnt like the old days with Merlin, Nostradamus, and Rasputin..."

"Hmm? You say something?"

"Err.. no, just talking to myself." Finishing off his coffee, Ben stepped out and headed for the train station. "Maybe it won't be windy today..." Some things couldnt be wished for...

[NotoriusBEN]

((well, I cant edit my post and I realize I might have used some slurs in the above post. Eh, my character is a little bitter about Iraq...  I like the newspaper posts, Mist. I got a kick out of them))

[Anosas]

The usual morning rituals would proceed without hitch, parents would be off to work,  sister would be off to the mall before school started which left Tori home alone.  She didn't mind it much, slipping into her uniform of black and grey plaid skirt with white blouse and black vest over top.  Pulling on her knee high socks and touching it off with black heeled boots that resembled feminine army boots. 

A loud blue tie die zip up hoody sweater was pulled on over that, and grabbing up her back pack, she would lock up and head out towards her favorite breakfast hang out...Denny's!

The weather didn't seem that bad this morning as she looked out the glass of the screen door, tieing up the laces of her boots that seemed to have more hooks and loops than was really necessary.  Her reflection caught her eye as she would turn her cheek slightly,  a scrap apparent from last nights fiasco. Ignoring it,  she would press out of her house and start striding down the street, her fingers curled about the straps of her back pack.

Perhaps today would turn out to be a better day then yesterday,  darting across the busy car and pedistrian filled roads and side walks closing in on her target.  Already she could taste the fluffy chocolate chip pan cakes drowned in syrup,  her steps quickening as her stomach growled its hunger.

Passing by the newspaper stand she would pause reading the head liners.  Those dark eyes widening slightly,  quickly she would fork over the change to the vendor and snatch up a paper.  That story...it was about her!...well...not her really....at least...no body could possibly know it was her right?

Of course not, how could they track it down to her....it was a bunch of animals that had done it....why would they look for a human behind it or even a high school girl.  Still she couldnt escape the chilly feeling of being watched,  the icy grip of possibly being caught for what she could do.


Wild storys flittered around her head about area 51 and what the government would do to people like her who had such gifts.  Would she be tortured?  would they turn her into a weapon of mass destruction....or worse would they experiment on her?

"  get a grip they don't know its you"  she would mumble to herself, as her eyes continued to stare at the page with growing panic.  Unfortunately she wasn't watching where she was going and walked head long into a man that was exiting a star bucks and ended up being knocked back.  Pulled down by the weight of her back pack, gravity would cling to her and she would be going down.....you could almost hear someone call TIMBER!!

[AceShriner]

Name: Aislinn

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Race: White

Proficiency: Summoning (Two types, Physical and Ephemeral)

Hometown: Nomadic, lacks a home.

[AceShriner]

Staggering out a back alley, Aislinn loosed a sickly cough. "The rain is so cruel to me..." he muttered with an exapserated tone. It had been days since he last had a good nights sleep and a warm meal yet it seemed to not wear on his mood. His stomach growling he looked up and began to scan the streets and buildings that lined them.

As the begger began to whistle out a tune many a person would place a thier loose change in front of him. Or they would stare at his appearance. He stood at an average 5"9' and wore a pair of olive drab fatigues matched by an olive drap coat. His shoes where worn and black, the laces frayed at each end. His shirt was a simple gray t-shirt which fit to his body loosely. On his head he held a thin pair of rectangular glasses which shielded his green eyes and a matching olive drab boonie hat which hid his dirty blonde shoulder length hair as it hung down the sides of his head.

As each person passed his tune grew further and further away untill at long last he was left with a simple smile. Turning he left the change on the ground and proceeded into a Denny's he saw two streets down, pulling and counting wallet after wallet from his many pockets.

[Mist]

I browse the menu at the little breakfast bar in the terminal.  All overpriced and none of it edible.  I walk to a subway and stop at the stairs.
   'Bad idea.' I think to myself as I grab a taxi.
   "Closest Denny's, please."
   We start down the busy street.  I watch as the meter keeps increasing in price. I see it reach ten dollars and I check my wallet.  Denny's in sight, I yell up at the cabby over indian music, "Here is fine."
   He pulls over and I pay him.  I turn around to see a young girl in a school uniform bounce off of a man leaving Starbucks. I pause, suddenly held in place, watching the incident.

[NotoriusBEN]

*Sigh* Man, the wind is picking up again. Ben takes big swallow of his coffee, relieving the knotted caffeine vise in his head... and bumped hard into something.

"What the-" Ben spilled hot coffee all over himself as he tripped and tried to right himself, with the unknown person. After a couple of suspenseful moments, he finally fell to the ground in comical and unceremonious fashion.

"Ahh, Dammit that's hot! Man, my shirt!" Ben tried to wipe away some of the hot liquid from his shirt but to no avail. It would be stained and it was all he had until he could go to a store later. Without looking at who he bumped into, "Watch where your going..."

[Mist]

I take a step forward and help the girl to her feet, completely ignoring the toppled cursing man.  Only then do I notice her appearance.   
   After a little too long of a pause I finally blurt out, "Are you ok?" as I brush your sweater and bag free of the cities filthyness.

[Anosas]

The paper she had been reading was strewn across the pavement of the side walk,  the bold captions  stareing  up at them all.   She hit the pavement a hiss being released  as she would land on her butt,  rubbing at it now.   The wind would catch her skirt and she would cry out, arms flailing to push it down,  as she look moodily to the man who be telling her to watch where she's going. 

She was very tempted to make him go walk into a pool or something. "  and what about you  who the hell comes out of a store and just stands there like an idiot"   she would bark back as a man who had been watching the whole scene came to help her up. 

However he seemed to be stareing at here a little too long, and uneasiness filled her.  Why was he stareing?   it wasn't like she was pritty or anything.  Her eyes flicked to the papers that screamed out the headlines and those dark orbs would widen to saucers. .....

....he couldn't know...could he? .......she watched the papers go skidding along the ground in all directions and sighed.  So much for that. 

"  ya I'm...I'm  fine  "  she would say as he brushed her off,  straightening out her skirt and resituating her back pack.   "  thanks"

Ducking her head low she would start to press past the two men,  gripping the straps of her back pack  as she started to bee line it for Denny's.

[Mist]

I watch her walk away untill she turned into the Denny's.  I take a step toward the Denny's before I realize my path is still blocked.  I step to the side and help the man to his feet.
   "How about you? You gonna make it?" Once he is to his feet I take off my button down Dickies work shirt and hand it to him.  "Its a little dirty, but at least its dry.

[RegularRaskolnikov]

If you're willing to accept someone who hasn't been accepted yet then I'd gladly play as a villain. If not, then I simply won't post anything after this.

Name: Vincent Worchovsky

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Race: White

Proficiency: Ability to enhance his physical prowess in terms of speed, strength, bone density, etc.

Hometown: Boulder, Colorado

[Mist]

(Feel free to toss some back story in here and there about your character but give us a chance to meet and get to know each other a little better before you go rampaging villages raping and pillaging.  Thanks!)

[RegularRaskolnikov]

((Oh, don't worry about that. I don't want to be that kind of villain.))

Weak gray light filtered through the Venetian blinds in feeble, dusty strips. It washed the room in an ashy light, so that the room resembled a mockery of itself rather than being a tangible place. Of course, the fact that Victor was almost blind drunk might have had something to do with that.

He hacked and snorted grotesquely, bringing a calloused hand to swipe across his unshaven face. The amber liquid sloshed warmly in the smudged glass clutched in a leathery hand. He took another quiet sip, his dull green eyes scanned the paper nestled in his lap. He had read it three times over, and he still couldn't quite seem to process it.

Perhaps his presence here was having some more diverse effects than he had experienced before. Or, more likely, there were either people or things with similar abnormalities. Lightning strikes and animal killings. He wondered briefly if there might have been something odd in that terrorist attack. He waved his hand dismissively and attributed his suspicions to his lack of paranoia about terrorist activity. Being homeless, he didn't exactly need to worry about being targeted (provided his activities remain secret). Apart from that, who the hell would want to attack Chicago? He had to admit that the place held a certain...(he cast his eyes about the room)..grimy...charm.

He stood up, swaying slightly and pulled a cigarette from the pocket of his brown wool coat. He scratched the head of a match on his thumbnail, his red nostrils absorbed the acrid smell of sulfur, and pulled. He shambled into the bathroom and gazed dully into the cracked mirror, studying his gaunt face. His skin looked unhealthy, the color of old paper. His hair hung in grimy tendrils. He laughed at his reflection. Maybe he shouldn't be looking down on a shitty room in Chicago.

Still grinning with the crushed cigarette dangling feebly from his broad mouth he left the hotel room. He didn't know exactly how he was going to find out anything in this city, but he may as well investigate and see what else he could sniff out (If anything). His grin fell when a weary sigh rasped from his throat, and he shuffled off down the wet pavement with his head down and his hands thrust into his coat pockets.

[NotoriusBEN]

"Well, dammit... I need a new shirt," Thinking for a moment over his spilt cup, he followed after the girl, but not with the girl "but first, a new coffee." Anybody asking him is answered with, "What? Coffee's coffee. And its cheaper here."

His shirt and pants feel ice cold with the wind picking up.


((Hmm... I guess we should discuss some of the effects and characteristics of magic. Can we sense other magicians? We know about the different specialites, but what are some of the similarities about casters? I dont want to just make something up out of the blue and be called on it.))

[Anosas]

Within the safety of the Denny's she would be given her usual table at the back of the room,  slumping into the booth.  The scent of the breakfast delights playing upon the air and tickling at her nose,  the waitress would already be getting her usual of coffee and orange juice. 

Well that could have gone a lot worse,  the man could have set off her temper and brought out her inner demon as she called it.  Still she thought it would have been amusing to have made him walk into a poll or something.

Setting her back pack on the seat beside her, she wouldn't bother with the menu as the waitress returned with her drinks.  Now if the others had followed and happened to look to at the spot Tori was sitting they would witness something strange.

Tori would be staring up at the woman,  a blank expression upon her face, however her eyes would be intense.  Those oceanic blues almost seeming to expand within her eyes,  while the waitress would seemed to be writing in a hypnotic sort of way.

Neither Tori nor the waitress spoke,  as the girl would look away and the waitress would depart to apparently to fill the order....casting strange glances back at the red head who was proceeding to pull out her nights home work.

"  that girl is nice but...there's something about her that gives me the creeps....i feel like i cant control what im doing around her"  the waitress would complain to a coworker within ear shot of those entering. 

The co worker  would glance in Tori's direction, "  I know what you mean..."

[Mist]

(After some thought here are some characteristics of the casters and magic.
1. Casters abilities have no effect on other casters.
2. Casters can see a different color of other caster's eyes. We see black in our eyes and other caster's, but the rest of society sees green.

I think that is two good ones to start out with, we can add more as the story needs it and as long as its not absolutly out of some reason, feel free to add something.  Good call though, Ben.)

Walking the blocks to Denney's, I keep thinking there is something that seemed familiar about that girl.  Do I know her? If so, from where?  Home? I couldn't put a finger on it.  And then it hit me, her eyes.  They were the same color as mine.

Quickening my pace I was through the door in a matter of seconds. I looked all around till I noticed her in a booth to my right.  I paused to question the creepyness of what I was about to do. Would she call the cops? Shit, that would be bad as their probably already looking for me.

Then I realize what I have to do.  She will know its me.  She will have to. I walk back out the door and light a smoke.  Standing with my back turned next to the window at her booth, I move her knife, fork, and spoon to her seat.  Reforming them into thin strands of stainless steel I spell it out,
"Black eyes"