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After the fucking mess downtown
Amalia's Apartment
Amalia and Floyd Part 1 [/center]
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Floyd made it back to his apartment and got to pacing around the room. After the Lionel incident he ended up meeting with Rita to tell her about the super powered drug lord who was determined to extort money out of their drug operation.  In other news she'd informed him of the military being out in the streets gathering at heavily populated areas to administer the new blood tests. This had triggered a light bulb above Floyd's head leading him to develop another business venture on the fly. Fake ID's, specifically ones that had negative altered test results. Using his invisibility he'd snuck into a driving center with a flash drive & extracted a copy of the new state ID & Driver License templates for altered human status. Now was for the hard part getting a copy drawn up and going to his own company PlugRich Media's Graphic department to get the 3D Graphic rendition made. But first he'd need an artist who could expertly draw up a copy of the ID. He was a decent graphic designer himself but had nowhere near the genuine artistic ability to draw a perfect rendition of the ID. As he sat in his apartment frivolously coating his hands in metallic coating the person he needed to call hit him. "Amalia" Floyd uttered aloud softly as he took out his phone and texted her. *[i] Hey Amalia it's Floyd, remember how I said I could get you a merchandise deal for some of your clothes for 30%. Well I haven't made that happen yet, but I've got another way for you to make a lot of money call me ASAP soon as you get this text [/i] *Floyd clicked send & shot the text to her.

Amalia felt heavy, her body seemed to be drained after her visit to the FEMA camp, it felt like she literally had weight on her shoulders. Everything seemed to hit at once in such a short time. Going to the FEMA camp,  meeting a man who was out for fellow altered humans, a fight broke out in the FEMA camp, running into the wrong corner street where she had no choice but to plaster a smile on her face and get her blood tested. Oh, and don't forget on the news the very giant women who crushed at least a hundred, if not more, people. She had barely gotten out of there alive. Luckily for her she was small and people never really seemed to pay attention to her. She had learned how to be mentally invisible to people after the shit she went through back in New York. Amalia didn't want to be seen by anyone, not after the pain that she went through with her mother and her ex boyfriend. Even in college she stayed in the background and let her clothes speak for her. Although she didn't want to leave her house again. Amalia sat on her couch, just arriving home, she hadn't even bothered to turn on any lights. The curtains were shut that normally shed light from the outside and the street lamps below. The dim darkness in her apartment matched her heaviness. It hurt, she couldn't be invisible now that she had her blood tested and had a fresh new idea that screamed louder than she ever could. She was spiraling until her phone chimed, it was silent in her apartment otherwise so it made her jump. Amalia took a moment to look at her phone, collecting her thoughts together again. [i]'What in the...'[/i] she thought to herself, her mind now twisting into another direction. Physically she rubbed her head hoping to help ease her mind from the sudden switch of impending doom to curious hope. A few taps into her phone and she was calling Floyd up without a second thought. [i]Hey Floyd...[/i]

The Lionel situation was occupying Floyd's thoughts, thinking about the superhuman menace he'd made. Rita was right he needed to practice his ability if he was to face him again and win. Since he'd catapulted him into a brick wall with a column of fire it was likely that their next encounter would end with one of them dead and he didn't want it to be him. His phone started buzzing and he snatched it out of his pocket. Glancing at the Caller ID he noticed it was Amalia calling and his face lit up. Hearing her voice on the other hand he felt a wave of relief, it was time for the next phase of his plan to make a boat-load of money that Lionel wouldn't know about. "Hey Amalia, I'm glad you got my message. So Listen, I gotta job for you, I've got this super complex design and I need you to draw the splitting image of it, so I can take that image and get a 3D Graphic rendition at my company's graphic department. What do you say, I'll give you $1500 in cash if you can do it right now." Floyd went into his pockets taking out a wad of cash he had and quickly counted out $1500 in blue hundreds separating the small part of his bankroll to the side as payment for Amalia if she agreed to the task at hand. "What do you say?" Floyd was about to mention the designs he needed drawn were stolen layouts of the Negative Altered Status State ID & Driver License, but he rather divulged that part in person and didn't want to be on record saying that over the phone anyway.


Amalia hesitated, she wasn't sure why. It was Floyd after all, she trusted him and he was offering a good amount of money. If she did get fired from her job after they saw her new positive ID, which screamed, "I am a menace to society!" Then $1500 would come in handy. "Super complex?" She questioned. Amalia had always been good at drawing and recreating images. She used to do it all the time as a kid, she would see a dress she liked and she would draw it up, change what she wanted too, and then her mom would help her sew it before she learned how to sew herself. If Amalia wasn't planning on being a designer she always thought about pursuing an arts career, or even architecture. "Floyd, I really could use the money. I don't want to make any big promises though if it is super complex and without hearing the other details, but, if you need it then you know I am in." Honestly, Floyd didn't even need to offer her the cash. She would have talked herself out into helping him anyways. The cash was a nice perk which helped her decision making process go a bit faster.

Floyd was full of anticipation as he awaited Amalis'a answer, he could already see dollar signs in his head. Artificial Negative status ID Cards would go for a-lot of money in this increasingly anti Altered human climate. "I mean super complex for me but not for you with your talent." Floyd goaded trying to further stroke Amalia's ego to warm her up to the task at hand. "Perfect then let' get it, I've got the schematics for the design with me. Where do you want to meet up your place or mine" Floyd asked it didn't matter to him but he had a car and he knew Amalia didn't as far as he was aware so he realized he might need to be the one in charge of transportation regardless of where she chose to meet

"Cute, but you just want to butter me up. Don't think I can't tell." Amalia laughed, she did appreciate the compliment, it had been awhile since she was complimented on her actual talent, not just her powers that made her seem like a good cook or well off in money. "I have already used up my ride privileges from my neighbor, I might have to actually sleep with him or let him have some under the shirt action if I ask him for another ride today," She responded, "but I can always ask him again if you want me to whore myself out." Amalia spoke sarcastically but with a lightness to her voice. Her sarcasm was never as pronounced as most people's who exaggerated words or made it so obvious that even a dense person could tell they were not being serious. Her sarcasm could take some getting used too, it was gentle, sweet, but had that slight bite to it.

"What no way not me I'm just speaking facts because your talented and beautiful so I'm just telling the truth." Floyd spoke slipping in the beautiful comment. Of course he thought Amalia was pretty smart & very good looking too. Still, truth or not he WAS indeed saying these things to make Amalia feel good as a way of convincing her a trait he'd transferred from the business world to his personal life.   "Ah don't do that if your gonna sleep with anyone for rides I gotchu I'll do the double the rides there offering." Floyd said in response not that he'd actually try to make her do anything for something as simple as a ride. The neighbor guy sounded like a real piece of work or someone who should think about doing Uber on the side. "Alright then well it sounds like I should be heading to my car I'll see you in a little bit Amalia." Floyd finished as he fumbled through his pocket for his keys

"Spitting facts at me does help, I won't lie to you," Amalia put the phone up to ear with her shoulder and walked to turn on the lights, if Floyd was coming over she would probably at least clean up the table she used to sketch her ideas. She also cleaned up her draft table to have it ready in case it needed the professional touch. "I can't promise I'll take you up on that, I know you're busy. I can handle one guy," She wanted to tell a joke about Floyd whoring her out instead, but he sounded sincere to her. "I'll see you soon!" She hung up her phone and started to clean up faster now. Thankfully the rest of her apartment was much cleaner, it was just her living room with her designs that never seemed to stay clean.


It wasn't long before Floyd was on his way to Amalia's place. He took a few puffs from a backwood he'd rolled up before just pocketing a few nugs and some wraps to take with him as well as a pack of sour patch edibles. It never hurt to be prepared right? After another try at dealing with San Francisco traffic, and also avoiding getting pulled over by SFPD he had made it outside her place. Looking to his left & right making sure the coast was clear he pulled forward then parked his vehicle. It would be infuriating to crash now after he drove all the way here so he was extra cautious. He was carrying his nike book bag with him that he liked to take everywhere, of course the bag had far less incriminating evidence in it then when he'd met up with Darius at. Taste of Paradise earlier. Slinging the bag that now contained his trusty macbook over his shoulder to re-adjust it accordingly he got out his car, locking the doors, and going over to Amalia's door knocking a few times then waiting for her to come to the door. "Now for the moment of truth." Floyd mentioned out-loud wondering how Amalia would react to the schematics and what he was really trying to get her to write. As long as she didn't harbor any hatred for altered humans or fake ID's she'd probably go along with the idea after all she was getting paid for it

Amalia had just finished tidying up when Floyd arrived. The living room was now closer to what a living room would look like for a normal person, except for the odd arrangements of the three tables. "Floyd," She opened up her door to let him in but let out an audible gasp. He looked like he had taken not just one good punch but multiple, "what? What happened to you? You called about drawing something up but didn't even bother to mention that you look like you just came from a bar fight?" She left her door open to let him come in and started thinking about what she had around the house medicine wise to help him. [i]'I could draw something for him. I don't think I have much besides an ice pack.'[/i]

Floyd was welcome to Amalia's neat & tidy place. He always applauded her on the cleanliness of her place & wished his own was in as good condition as hers was constantly. "Amalia" He responded to her at the door hearing her gasp which was no doubt because of the condition Lionel had left him in after their brawl. "Oh me nothing much I got attacked by a guy who wouldn't take no for an answer to extortion." He replied smoothly as if it was just a nuisance, not wanting to let on to how truly concerned he was about the situation with another dangerous altered human after him. He stepped into the apartment and briefly winced accidentally applying some pressure that caused a jolt of pain to shoot up his right leg. Unlike the false bravado he attempted to demonstrate to his friend when he stepped into the apartment this pain and the tinges of pain it sent through his body couldn't be hidden from her especially the facial expression of agony it caused. He had his handy nike bag slung around his shoulder, and reached for the zipper pulling it downwards to open up the bag. His macbook wrapped in the charger chord was the first object that poked out the bag.  "I've got the schematics on my laptop why don't we sit down and let me show you to see if your up for it." He continued on not wanting the conversation to drift to focusing on his current physical condition. This was another reason he wanted to venture into the fake ID's a source of revenue Lionel wasn't aware of, so there was no way he'd deal with any extortion related to it

Amalia stared at him, her eyebrows slightly furrowed while watching Floyd walk into her apartment. She saw the look of agony on his face, it made her realize that it wasn't just his face that took a beating but his whole body. She didn't like that he was getting into trouble with someone, especially over extortion. Amalia was not mad at Floyd but mad at whoever thought it would be a good idea to physically harm him. "I am sorry someone is trying to extort you. If need some medicine or ice, I can get you some." She then went over and pulled up two chairs in front of her normal drawing table, there was an outlet just beside it for her own laptop. "Here is a seat for you, but please," Amalia sighed, "let me know if you need something for your pain. I can help, okay?" She stood beside the chair she had pulled out for him. She knew he would try to hide his pain and be determined to keep moving forward, but that's what she was there for. To bug her friends into caring about themselves as much as she cared about them.

"Thanks Amalia" Floyd said in response to the seat being offered to him, truthfully he prefered to sit down rather then stand up. He was able to stand on his feet just fine but after the beating he took he had no complaints sitting. As the seat was offered he gladly took it plopping down and letting out a relaxing ahhh indicating he was happy to be seated. "As far medecine I've got myself covered in that category perks of the job." Floyd said with a slight grin a pun on the word perks as he was a fan of prescription pain medication for recreational use, his only chemical vice aside from smoking weed. He dug into his nike bag taking out three white percocet pills, and a cold bottle of sprite he'd picked up from the gas station on the way over here. Unscrewing the cap he downed the three pills with a gulp of soda then took a few more swigs before tightening the cap and putting it back in the bag. It wouldn't be long before the three ten milligram pills kicked in & soothed the aches in his body as well as got him quite high considering he'd eaten two edible sour patches on the way here & had been smoking with Rita all afternoon and with Darius at the bar before Lionel pummeled the cannabis outta his pores. "Okay so don't get alarmed but here's what I need you to draw..I can explain." Floyd opened up his laptop and set it on the drawing table turning it to face Amalia. As the screen came alit, he typed in his password and the first thing tha was shown was a split screen. Two different schematics one was negative altered status California State ID & the other was negative altered status California Driver License. "Don't..call the cops okay..L o L." Floyd said the last three words out-loud with a dry tone contrasting what the trio of words stood for when put together. His attempt to disffuse any tension that might arise from what he just showed her


Amalia watched as Floyd self medicated. She made a mental note of what he might need if he ended up crashing here, because who knows what else he had taken during the day before he arrived. On top of the pills... Amalia shook her head, she knew what he did on the side and considering his pain right now it was lucky he could get his hands on medication to ease the pain. She didn't have the time to judge, he wasn't hurting anyone anyways. Amalia proceeded to sit down in the chair next to him and stared at his laptop her eyes growing wide at the two pictures. Of course she knew what the altered ID looked like, she had her own fresh copy in her purse right now, but was he asking her to make fake ID's? "Wait, you want me to," she licked her lips very slightly while thinking, "draw fake ID's? Like, make altered ones into real ones?" Her mind went into multiple directions, she was so tired of having such split emotions all the time. This was either a really good plan and would even help save her, but it also could be a really bad plan. 


Floyd hadn't even remembered he had any percocet pills on his person until Amalia had mentioned taking any medication. Considering he used them for recreation some time since working in the music/entertainment industry he was surprised he'd forgotten them when was actually having acute pain. Of course getting hit in the gut by a metallic man tended to cause you to only focus on the essentials in the moment. As Amalia spoke he reached into his pocket and pulled out the $1500 setting it on the table. "Well that would be the idea, you already know my company has a top of the line graphic department. If you can draw both of these I can get a 3D Graphic rendition made, then it's as simple as printing up the ID's. Of course that's a basic summary but when it comes to alternate identification I've dabbled with that "Business" in the past." Floyd had a brief period in college where he'd messed around with making fakes but had decided to err on the side of caution & quit while ahead as the money wasn't worth the potential consequences to him. In this case with altered ID's the penalties were FAR more severe however the financial reward was far greater. But beyond all that or any profit was the fact that he was an altered human and this could let him avoid the harsh penalties being passed along on his kind. Not just him but any other altered who potentially got their hands on these and just wanted to live in peace not torment innocents with their powers. "Look I know what I'm asking in-fact I can pay you another $500 upfront so 2K total, it's not just about the money for me with this one Am..I..I..I'm one of those things..not things those people Altered." Floyd corrected himself feeling things was a detrimental term to label any group as let alone one he himself was part of. It was very risky confessing the truth of the matter but he knew Amalia was a moral person and money couldn't corrupt everyone but he could appeal to the side of hers that wanted to help others.


"I, uh," Amalia stuttered. The rational side of her brain was telling her that this was so incredibly illegal. It wasn't even funny one bit how illegal this was and the consequences of getting caught. Not only were altered humans being stripped of basic rights but anyone seen helping them like this. Could this be labelled as treason? She instinctively started to rub her head again as the other thoughts starting pouring in. Their basic rights could be taken away but easily salvageable if they at least had an ID that didn't stick out. It could help people even if it wasn't legal and wasn't that worth it? And what did it matter to her? She would just draw it up, make sure it was accurate, and then leave the rest to Floyd. Amalia looked at the money then up at Floyd's face when he confessed to be an altered human. It was still an odd label but she could tell from his stutter that it was hard to confess. She knew that feeling all to well as she looked at him. "Floyd," she almost wanted to say no, but she couldn't, "take your money back." She looked at him very seriously, holding it for a moment, deciding it would be a good moment to see if she could make him smile. "I can do it. Easy. If it means helping you and other people, even if you are selling them, then I will do it." Amalia reached over the desk and grabbed her pen and paper, "I know a guy who can help push them too, we can talk about that in a minute. I do ask that we also give some away for free, just so we can have some good karma, of course." She smiled as she started to sketch it out. If he was going to print them, it would need to be as accurate as possible, however, Amalia knew that if she could make it mostly accurate she could bring it to life herself. Give him his own ID right now that he could use today and then sketch out an even more perfect copy for printing. That would be a nice surprise for her friend.


Floyd knew he was making a heavy request to Amalia, the consequences of this were even more severe then if he'd asked her to get involved with the weed business. Of course this situation could provide desperate help to a marginalized people in need. "No I can't do that keep the money I make enough of it go around I'm sure you can use it you deserve it for helping out with this." Floyd wasn't trying to take the money back nor take no for an answer. Besides helping her out he did feel as though the cash served as a sense of finality & responsibility to get the project done. Besides he was going to make plenty more money with the finished product with how bad things were getting with President Forrester's new laws. "I'm bound to give some away, this is crime not a charity but If I find others like me who don't have the money for it and need them they can have em." Floyd wasn't just talking while he was very motivated to make money he didn't put it before people's lives. "You have no idea how it feels being one of them. Having these strange abilities that people judge you for but you just got sick, got better and got like this. I didn't ask for this and I don't think anyone else did, sometimes I wonder if it's a blessing or a curse." Floyd pondered speaking his thoughts aloud reflecting on the whole being altered human situation


"Okay, I'll take the original amount we discussed to make you feel better." She let out a small inaudible chuckle. Amalia was quiet for a moment while he spoke, her mind on sketching the image in front of her. She listened to his words and understood where he was coming from, more than he could even understand at this moment. "Just a few every now and then. I know you need to make money on it, but it will make me feel better if someone down bad gets a little bit of light in their life. You know?" Amalia continued to sketch the ID. For her to manifest one it wouldn't need to be exact, in fact, having the pictures in front of her along with the sketch one would make it really easy for her to manifest this one. "I can make it look exact, that will take more time, obviously. But," she showed him the first sketch with was pretty similar but it had some small continuity issues. "I always hate telling someone I know exactly how they feel, because everyone feels different," Amalia put the paper down after showing him then covered it with her hand, concentrating on both the picture on his laptop and her drawing. When she manifested things there was no special effect like how she would picture her power in the movies. She thought it would be cooler if there was some kind of sparkle or glow, but no, the item would just appear. Amalia turned back to Floyd and held out an physical ID with his name on it, one that freed him of the insignia of being an Altered, "I would like to think it is blessing as long as we use it right."