One bright sunny July morning, a man with dirty-brown hair and hazel eyes leaves his room, and sleepily heads to the kitchen.

Eta: (Today, I'm going to finally start my painting career! I LOVE paint! Painting walls-buildings, interior, painting art, doing graffiti, anything! It's so much fun! But I don't have the funds to get as much as I need!)

Eta goes to the bathroom after downing a sandwich and a bowl of smores cereal, but his mother catches him leaving. You can easily tell they're family as his mother's hair in a dirty-brown bun, and she also has hazel eyes

Mrs Greene: Eta, clean your spot. You're so messy, I hope you're not like that in your own house!

Eta: Geez, OK! That's why I'm always late to work...

Mrs Greene: WHAT?!

Eta: Nothing! I'll get it

Eta cleans the dishes he used and his part of the dinner table, then rushed to the shower

Eta: (I wouldn't still be here if I got a power already! Everybody's making fun of me because I haven't moved out yet... But it's not my fault, whenever I try to start, I find out that everything I need costs MONEY! And getting a regular job is nigh impossible because they expect you to have way too many years of experience for even ENTRY LEVEL jobs. No one wants to hire a "normie". But if I had ANY kinda power, they'd hire you just for that.)

Eta showers, he washes the leftover dry paint from under his nails and in his hair too... Then sighs as he lets steaming hot water pour all over his face

Eta: (Employers trust people with powers more because this means they HAD TO of did a good deed in the past. Regardless if they actually just manipulated someone's feelings or not, anybody can get powers and as a result, better opportunities. I remember seeing businesspeople only care about results..which is why I'm not exactly trying to get a normal job anyway.. I just need something simple right now to have enough to get started on what I want to do..but nobody'll give me a chance to even do something like mowing a lawn, because I don't have powers and so they don't trust me...)

Eta finishes and dresses in a bright red shirt, painter's smock (full of supplies), and paint stained gloves... he sighs as old memories flood his mind....

Eta: (....Neither of my parents believe me when I tell them this, because they have powers, and therefore had success.. ...dad has the power to use his arm and nails like a gun full of bullets and he hunts, does target shooting shows..whatever.  Mom worked at nursing homes, but her power to immediately pick up on subjects completely by just knowing very little about them is almost scary.. Even little bro had a power since he was a baby, I found out my parents were about to divorce when I was 3. And his being born brought them back together, so he was mom's hero for bringing them back together. He inherited dad's power.. so I guess I'd get mom's? But I'm so into painting, it wouldn't matter to me.. actually neither of their powers is useful to me at all for I WANT to do in life..)

Eta left his parents' apartment and sighs as he realized nothing he did for his parents, extended family nor neighbors gained him any powers since the time he was born, up until now

Eta: (Well screw me, I guess?.....)

But he shook out of his sadness and decided to run to his "job"

Eta: Heheh, I'll probably be one of those people who get a buncha powers when I get commissioned! Someone's gonna see what I Am doing, get inspired and throw somethin' my way! All I hafta do is keep pushin' out art!

Eta makes it to a club on a street corner and goes in. Inside is a bunch artsy people who're painting, playing light music, or doing poetry on the one podium in the small space. The lights are mostly off except onstage and in corners where people draw and paint. Eta himself entered the building, and a few artists snap their fingers to welcome him in, he snaps back a little and heads to the wall of easels then pulls out his two used cans of paint and recently cleaned out brush, and started to paint what he felt.. when a fellow artists walks beside him. The man is wearing a blue Jean jacket, pants, shades and a red small hat with purple swirls on it.

BJ: What's up brotha, how goes it?

Eta: OK... I just need to get more paint soon, these are my last 2!

BJ: hmmm sometimes in life, we have to sacrifice fo' passion. My man, you need to become a janitor or somethin'.

Eta: I actually took your advice when said that before, but they thought I look too filthy and sketchy since they noticed I come here

BJ: I hear ya man, that ain't cool.....look, if I come across any paint, I'll bring it here for ya.

Eta: Thanks man, I'm glad I can rely on SOMEONE!

BJ: No prob, no prob. Now if you'd excuse me, I gotta a date for TOnight!

Eta watches him leave, feeling optimistic more so that his friend had good things going on for him. Because even when Bj gives him the paint, it doesn't mean things will actually change. So Eta instead lives somewhat vicariously through what BJ told him about his life, he then turns back to his painting.. and added a few more fast strokes. Until a woman in a beret walks to the wall of traditional-artists. She wears shades too, and has small cap covering her short black hair, which matches her black shirt and skirt

Natasha: Okay arteests, it's time to display our beauty and souls into the world. Who's ready?

Eta turns away from his painting and raises his hand, as does a few others..

Natasha: Good, good... now follow me

The ready ones follow her outside and to one of the building walls where many other works of art were actually purchased. Eta hangs yet another of his on the wall and steps back, another artist stands by him and asks.

Ocala: That one looks scary, Eta..what's it called? 

Eta jumps in surprise, and turns towards her. Ocala has curly and fringed black hair, bright sky blue eyes, and is somewhat thicker than most people he knew. She wears bubblegum pink and pastel colored clothing usually, she always wears a artist's smock though, like Eta and few others when coming to this place

Eta: I ..never thought of that, I just painted what I felt..

He kooks back at his painting. And unlike the others, it only uses ruby red, and pitch black. the strokes are sharp, fast and look very messy. The newer ones longer, and even start to lose opaque a little, which unintentionally made then look like beams of light.

Eta: hopes in Frustration...

Ocala: Oh, I see that! It's cool!

Eta: Th, than,thanks! (Why does getting any compliment get me so hot all over? I haven't made money off of anything yet, so it doesn't mean anything! No, that's it! I'm going to become a hero, I didn't want to live a dramatic life and get involved with violence and junk. But I HAVE to get a power, I need to jumpstart my life!)

Eta merely smiles at what she says, but inside is preparing to appeal to strangers directly and risk his life!