Working (Tabel/Angel)

[Tabel Clearwater]

Tabel checked his watch. Still an hour before he was aloud to leave, for his shift would be over. He smiled and leaned against the counter in the small kitchen. He worked in a small diner on the top level of the mall, near the food court. It was a quiet place, and in a way Tabel wished he owned it instead of just working as a waiter. But it was better than what he was a year ago here. Just a stupid dish washer. But they saw potential in him and his abilities, so they gave him a promotion to Waiter. He waited for the strawberry milk shake he just put in the order for, and when he got it he took it out to table number 5. Tabel serving to a table. Funny. His parents were really smart and nice when they named him.

He pushed his silver hair out of his eyes as he looked down at the couple who sat at the booth. "Have you figured out what you would like?" He asked in a monotone voice. He was always told to sound as inviting as possible, and when he wanted he could do very well. Though he hated who he was and what he was, he was very good at acting like he didn't. They ordered, and he went back into the kitchen. He told Alan, the chef, what they wanted and smiled and left to sit at an empty table near the kitchen.

[Angel Reon]

Angel walked into the food court of the mall with his jacket wrapped around him, and his hood over his head. Looking down sharply at the ground to avoid any unncessary eye contact, Angel continued walking past a group of people who were talking to each other in light voices. Lucky them..... Angel thought to himself somewhat darkly as he continued walking.

He had gotten away from the research lab for at least a bit of time. They'd probably find out he was gone and try and hunt him down soon enough. They meaning the scientists and doctors were still remained somewhat baffled as to why his body was resisting the cyborg prats even after they had replaced his entire immune and circulatory system with comparable parts.

Shaking his head, he stepped into what appeared to be a diner. The sound of his own mechanical wings sliding from behind him as he stepped in caused Angel to tense for a split second before he relaxed again and walked fully into the diner. Taking a seat, he leaned over the table that was in front of him a bit.

[Tabel Clearwater]

Tabel looked at the different designs in the table. Most people wouldn't be able to see this, but if you really looked close enough (and having a mechanical eye helped too) there was small design like patterns in the flat, dull table. He traced them with his finger, his mind falling into a dream like state. He dreamed of his sister, her golden blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight. It had been long enough that he could think about her without getting too upset, though it was still very hard to get over the fact that she was gone. Her violet eyes shone with love, like they always had. Like his looked before his parents had passed away.

He touched the rose designed tattoo on his neck. It was a sign of rebellion, which fit him perfectly at the time. He was trying to be a bigger part of the rebellion against the Government right now, for her hated what he was and what they had done to him. Sometimes he even wondered if it were them who killed his sister, but he knew that was ridiculous. What woke him from his dream state was a tapping on the table. He looked up to see the manager looking at him, then point to a table at the far end of the diner. A boy with hood up was sitting there. He sighed and got up.

He walked over to him. He took out his paper and a pen. "Welcome, I'm Tabel, your waiter. Would you like a drink to start off?" He asked him, looking down at the table. He then looked up at the boy. He had white hair, similar to Tabel's. He could feel something was off about the boy, but he couldn't seem to place it right now.

[Angel Reon]

Angel looked up at Tabel as he talked of being a waiter, but at that instant, with his mechanical eye, Angel saw through Tabel's. He's a mechanical.... Angel thought to himself remembering the first time he had met one back when the original six were still in hiding. Shaking his head, Angel said nothing for a moment. "Just a glass of water is fine," he answered and forced somewhat fo a light smile. Realizing he was sticking out far worse with his hood on in the diner than if he had it off and exposed at least part of his head, the young mechanical removed his hood and leaned farther back into the chair.

[Tabel Clearwater]

Tabel nodded and watched as the young boy leaned back, his hood falling part way off his head. Tabel smiled at him, and before he walked away he noticed something back on his neck. A barcode, and a number. Only one number off his own. He, too, must have been a part of the Original 6, unless he was reading it wrong. No, it definatly said 0002. He ruffled his hair as he walked away. It was one of the first times he had met another Cyborg. He wondered, too, if he were in the rebellion, like Tabel was (in a way). He went quickly to the kitchen to get his water, and came back with a clear glass with a lemon piece on the end. He smiled at him and put the glass on the table. "Do you know what you want?"

[Angel Reon]

Angel thought for a moment looking down at the menu. "I'll have the triple cheese burger," he answered after a moment, and in a lower voice, his voice continued. "Hello 0003..." he said after a moment. His eye had just caught the back of Tabel's neck when the waiter had turned to get the drink. It had been a while since he had met anyone outside of doctors let alone other cyborgs. Angel felt his shoulders twitch again, and his mechanical wings slid a tad under his coat. The sound of them moving always unnerved him for some reasons despite the fact that he had known these wings for nearly two years.

[Tabel Clearwater]

Tabel smiled. "As to you, 0002. It's odd that we've never met, but I guess I've never met any of the others." He said and blushed, looking down at the table. He walked away from the table to the kitchen and gave back Alan the order. "And can I have a Coke, please?" He asked, for himself. After getting his drink, he came back to the table and sat. "Obviously you know I'm Tabel, 0003. But what's your name? I feel rude if I need to keep calling you 0002." He smiled. He felt almost releaved meeting another one of the Cyborgs, and one that was made right before him! Even better. He wondered if he liked it or not, being a Cyborg. He knew that some of them actually liked being what they were, minus the whole 'I'm a slave to the Government" part.

[Angel Reon]

"My name is Angel," Angel answered. He had grown so used to the name that Indifference Indigo had started calling him ever since he had awakened from the accident that he barely remembered what his name had used to be. Michael... I think..... Angel shook his head a bit and forced somewhat of a pained smile. "I've only met 0001 and 0006 before and that was very early on," he explained. "It's.... surprising..... somewhat...that I get out for a bit and the first one I meet is a cyborg....." Angel laughed a tad harshly at himself.

[Tabel Clearwater]

Tabel smiled. "Nice to meet you, Angel." Tabel heard Alan call his name, so he put up one finger to Angel then went to the back. He grabbed Angel's plate and brought it to him. He smiled and sat down again. "What are the others like?" He asked. He was so curious, it was an odd feeling for him. He, even though wanted to be a part of the Rebellion, he had not met any of them. "And what did you mean, get out for a bit?" He inquired. He smiled, though. Which, too, was an odd feeling. He was so used to his feelings being stuck inside of him, hidden from the rest of the world. Maybe he should open up again. He used to be a very open guy, but not he was just... a hunk of metal.

[Angel Reon]

"0001 is Aletha, and she's pretty strong," Angel answered. "And 0006 is Xero.... he's something else I have to say...." As Tabel asked about getting out, Angel fell silent for a moment. "Nothing really..." he answered averting Tabel's eyes. "The government just has a few issues with 'letting go' I guess..." Angel answered trying to chose his words carefully. "I had to get out of an experiment area too be able to walk about... it's nothing really." Angel tried to force a smile, but it made his visage take on an awkward complex.

[Tabel Clearwater]

Tabel stared at him for a moment, without talking. "They seem like very nice people." He smiled then looked, almost, worried. He smiled, though. He lifted his drink, and it seemed so much lighter than glasses used to be. Probably because he was much more strong now, his body rebuilt. He could see the wires running through his body, a pale blue color. They were supposed to resemble the veins that used to be there, but now it was gone. Anyone who looked hard enough could tell that they were not really veins, but no one ever looked too close. There was a darkness that erupted from Tabel, something sinister. He didn't even know what it was himself, but he had a feeling it had to do with his dark past. People tended to shy away from him like a disease.

[Angel Reon]

"Indeed," Angel answered shaking his head as he finally picked up half of his cheese burger and took a small bite. "But then again, I haven't seen them in a long time." With a careful bite, Angel finished chewing and then swallowed. "What did you used to be?" he asked expecting Tabel to understand the meaning of this in that second. After being changed, one rarely had the ability to go back to 'living a normal life' in truth. Angel knew that better than anyone. Taking a sip of water, the cyborg felt his wings shift under his jacket yet again, and his arm twitched for a spit second causing the glass to shake. However, he managed to catch this in less than a second and took another sip after another moment. Don't you even dare think of pasting out on me.... Angel's thoughts were loud in his head as he thought to himself about his body.

[Tabel Clearwater]

Tabel smiled. "Nothing. I was going no where, and I still am." he said, looking at the table. he really wasn't going anywhere in his life, for he never had one. He was always destined for this, for a life devoid of everything. A lonely peak in a horrible world. Even before he was a Cyborg he was frowned upon by the world. He was a 'bad kid', but he was just stuck in a vicious circle like many of the people in his group of friends were. He thought his parents were the bad guys, but really the 'leader' of his group was. Charlie Kingston. He would always remember him. He had a bag habit of hitting his friends, and many this was a part of it his attempted suicide. He would never admit this to anyone. "What about you?" He asked.

[Angel Reon]

"I was a high schooler getting ready for college," Angel answered back sighing to himself. He hadn't even seen his closest friends in such a long time. Ever since the accident and the transformation he had pushed people away from him. Now Angel was regretting it beyond what he ever thought he could. "Guess we were all normal, hu?" he half joked.