Tom Banks • Shifter
New York
Taking advantage of people with the power to change objects was not only easy, but fun. Tom saw his little voyage to Illinois as a vacation from his work, which was scamming people and taking their money. The good thing was, he had a portable job he could take anywhere with him.
He had hopped on the first plane to Illinois from Montreal, which meant making a stop in New York. He would have had to wait a long time in the airport for the next flight, but he made his very own VIP passes that helped him get through Customs and Migration quickly. About fifteen minutes after getting off his first plane, he was already in the second one, direction Illinois.
He took his card from his pocket, Shifted it into a random seat ticket, and showed it to the flight attendant.
"Seat Eleven B," she said, distractedly.
Tom walked to his seat and placed his backpack under the seat and sat down. A tall man came to a stop beside his and glared down to him. The stranger extended his hand and Tom shook him.
"I saw zat little trick, Shifter," he said, with a very heavy Russian accent, ""Now you 'ad better 'ope zat nobody 'as taken zees seat, because you are sitting on mine." A sharped pain shot up Tom's hand, and he did his best not to wince.
"No problem Ruskie. Didn't mean to take your seat... And don' worry, this other seat ain't taken."
A short while after, another man walked up to Tom.
""Scuse me, that's my seat," he said.
"Oh no, you must be confused," replied Tom. He extended his arm to the stranger, "Lemme see your ticket one sec?"
The man, a little suspiciously, passed Tom his card, and Tom turned it in his hands. As he did, he shifted the ticket to another one, then gave it back to him.
"See dawg, you ain't even in the right flight..."
"B-but the flight at-"
"If I were you I'd hurry. Your flight's gon' leave you."
The man hurried out of the plane, tripping over some suitcases and pushing people out of his way. Tom turned to the Russian man, who was now sitting beside him.
"You see that, Ruskie? It don't take no mental powers to get that man outta the way. Hell, he's going to a flight that don' even exist!" Tom laughed, but the man stayed serious. This time Tom extended his hand.
"The name's Tom. I guess we going to the same place, eh?"
"My name is Ivor. I can 'eal people and give zem pain."
"I like it. So, got any plans?"
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