Stories of an overactive imagination

Kin (A Common Enemy: Meta Human Chronicles)

               The day was rather cool, the whispers of winter still lingering like an ex lover not welling to let go, this did not deter the families that spread across the park doing their own thing, in their own world. So caught in their own world in fact that they did not notice the odd man who was perched on a branch, that should be quite impossible for any normal human being to reach on his own or perhaps they knew the man was there and saw it as none of their business where the man chose to rest. The way this man lazily stretched across the branch closely resembled a panther, both his arms and legs hanging off the branch, lazily drifting to and fro with the wind. His golden eyes( that also held a distinct feline look to them) drifted in a uncaring and bored way across the park taking in his surroundings, than as if seeing everything he needed to see the man closed his eyes. The man immediately combed his golden colored hand through his inky shaggy black hair, repressing the snarl of annoyance that threaten to slip past his lips, he instead let out a soft sigh wishing that he had some clothes better than what he had at the moment, it was quite cold today (the man clothes at the moment being a tattered pair of blue jeans with a large hole where his left knee is at, what once was a loose fitting shirt but was now noting more than a tan muscle shirt, although seeing as the man was homeless the shirt might at one point of time have been white , and to finish off his attire was a dirty brown travelers cloak. The man had no shoes, rather he had odd black wrapping wound tightly around his feet.). This man perched upon a tree branch, is the infamous Kin Pansā, an  A class Meta human from god knows where, wanted for god knows what, out in the open for god knows why.

                Kin knew full well that not far from the tree he rested in, there was a man watching him and the aforementioned man was "Rex the tex" a deadly A class Meta  from Kentucky oddly enough. idiotic name aside the man was very dangerous and only the brave or fools would turn a blind eye to him, Kin had yet to decide if he was dumb or brave( although if you ask him for his opinion between brave and stupid he'd say there the same thing). He gave the man a quick one over and took note of what he wore starting from top he had on a brown rawhide cowboy hat that was tilted just away that it shadowed his eyes , a red scarf wrapped around his neck, a black poncho that was parted slightly in the middle to show his simple white t-shirt and to finish off the outfit some dark blue jeans, brown boots and displayed proudly on his belt was a sliver Kentucky state belt buckle.  Kin yawned once more and shifted around some, he knew he should be more worried about the very deadly quick-shot known as Rex but just couldn't bring him self to care(mostly because he found just the right spot for maximum sun bathing... so he was lazy sue him). Sure it was true that Rex could whip out his revolver and put a bullet into Kin's head before anyone realizes it, but if Rex wanted him dead he be dead plan and simple. So instead Kin dropped his head down onto the branch and drifted of into sleep...

"Oi, Kin Pansā right!?!" or tried to...