[center][color=red][h1][i][u]EPISODE ONE: STIRRINGS OF REBELLION[/u][/i][/h1][/color][/center]
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[center][color=silver][h1][i]~Bartholomew Durant~[/i][/h1][/color]
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[sub][i]Location: NYC Compound - Main Square[/i][/sub] 
[sub][i]Mentions & Interactions: [@Lasrever][/i][/sub]
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The sound of a cane tapping against concrete could barely be heard over the throng of people bustling about in the makeshift plaza sitting in the center of a small clearing between buildings. Pushing his way through the crowd, Bartholomew briefly glanced down at the smartphone he held in his hand. Displayed on the somewhat dusty screen was a screenshot of the Peacekeepers digital Deviant database, the security of which was laughable considering how easy it was for him to hack into it, more specifically a bio containing all known information on a blue haired shapeshifting Deviant named Cameron Clark. The name had a question mark beside it in parentheses however, so Bartholomew assumed it wasn't her real name. But that was of little consequence to him. 

The D.R.M needed her for her power's.

Not her identity.

Using his power to scroll down the page a little bit, as he didn't wish to waste time removing his gloves in order to use the phone, Bartholomew carefully began reading through all the information the Peacekeepers had on her. First up was her appearance, or rather the one she had assumed during her last run in with the Peacekeepers. At the time of her capture, she appeared as a twenty year old, 5'9", 193.4 pound Caucasian woman with bright, almost neon colored, blue hair and grey eye's. As for her clothing, she was described as wearing what appeared to be a charcoal colored hoodie with white stripes on the bicep area of each sleeve, followed by a dark colored shirt, torn blue jeans, and a pair of black lace up combat boots.

The next thing on her bio was behavior, and from what he read it seemed like she was a bit of a troublemaker. She had multiple counts of illegal power use and vandalism, mainly of government property. A small smile crept across Bartholomew's face. If he could direct that troublesome energy towards the Peacekeepers, then he could disrupt their efforts here considerably. Shifting his attention back to the phone, he scrolled down to the last part of her bio where her status was listed as "neutralized and detained."

[color=silver][i]"Hmph. Not for much longer."[/i][/color] He mused, shutting the phone off before sliding it into his coat pocket. Lifting up his head, Bartholomew began to carefully scan the area, his mind quickly analyzing and processing the appearance of each person in the immediate vicinity. Their hair, clothing, heights, facial features, skin tones, etc, until he eventually found her sitting nearby on a crumbling stone wall in desperate need of repair. 

Rolling his shoulders to get the kinks out and straightening his clothes somewhat to appear more presentable, making a good first impression was always important regardless of if it was for a job interview or recruitment, Bartholomew tucked his cane under his arm and strode towards her. Once he was within a respectably comfortable distance for holding a conversation, Bartholomew let the bottom part of his cane fall to the ground before leaning on it in a nonchalant manner.

[color=silver]"This is rather boring isn't it?"[/color] Bartholomew remarked in a thick British accent, gesturing to the crowd around them with his free hand. [color=silver]"Just sitting here people watching. Wouldn't you rather be doing something more...I don't know...fun?"[/color]