Turn Up The Heat! [Tag: Open]

[pyro]

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Yet another winter was looming on the horizon. St. John Allerdyce could just barely endure the winters on the east coast of America; they were much too cold in comparison to what he had grown accustomed to in Australia. But he knew how much better off he was here, far away from the place he once called home. As he stood at the back of a downtown bar, just outside the door, unable to go one minute longer inside without a cigarette, looking out over the buildings, he watched as his breath, now visible outside in the freezing temperatures, drifted from his parted lips, while the weak sun faded into the darkness beyond, and was reminded of where he truly belonged, and it wasn’t over nine thousand miles away in the searing heat either, it was here in the cold of New York. Pyro looked up at the sound of the door opening, cigarette hanging between his middle and index finger in one hand, and lighter being clasped in the other, watching in amusement as some poor girl attempted to carry her boyfriend out of the bar, who was convinced he could handle another drink.

She disagreed, and so did Pyro for that matter. The state of the man before him resonated deeply with the pyrokinetic, who didn't enjoy drinking, choosing only to do so on rare occasions, where he would keep a close eye on his consumption. This day was different though. This day called for celebration. For three months now, he had been paying some kid (Joe... or Joel...) to pass himself off as a freelance journalist, armed with some of the articles Pyro himself had written, and finally, after three months, and fifteen articles, one was going to make the papers. However, it would be cropped, shoved into the margin of another page, taking up no more than five inches in length, and three inches in width. It was a small achievement, but a victory worth celebrating all the same. It may go unnoticed, or it may be brushed off as pro-mutant propaganda, and what little money he would earn for the article would probably go into Joel’s hands, or be squandered on cigarettes, but he didn’t care. Back when he had been living on the streets, the money would have been an issue, but not anymore, now it was solely about getting his stories published.

“Hey... buddy...” Pyro looked up again at the sound of a slurred voice, his eyes taking in the drunken man who had stumbled out the door with his girlfriend’s help moments before, and she wasn’t looking entirely pleased.“Got a light?” he asked, as his girlfriend attempted to pull him away, saying she’d had enough for the night, but he was belligerent to say the least, and threw the woman off his arm, sending her hurdling to the ground. But as soon as she hit the dusty earth, a smirk crept across Pyro’s lips. “This what you’re after, mate?” Pyro asked, taking a drag of his cigarette, before holding his lighter up, the object being balanced between his thumb and index finger, an image of a shark in the centre. The bald thug with an eyebrow piercing nodded his head, fell in his attempt to lunge at the lighter before Pyro pulled it away, so he tumbled and hit the ground, loud and hard. “Come on, you mean to tell me y' can’t even say ‘please’?” Pyro taunted. The guy was a full foot taller than him, so to the casual observer, it would seem like Pyro was playing with fire, and asking for a good beating, but with a cigarette in one hand, and a lighter in the other, he was well equipped.

“Struth... 'ow much is 'e payin' you, luv?” Pyro’s eyes glanced at the blonde bombshell the drunk had thrown off his arm previously, struggling to get back to her feet with a look that read ‘I am so fed up of this’,“'cause 'owever much it is, it ain’t enough” Pyro snickered, which was when the bald brute got back on his feet, grabbed the neckline of Pyro’s dark brown sweater, and pinned him against the wall, just as Pyro predicted he would, and with a single wink, which left the giant with the wrong impression entirely, the ash within his own cigarette ignited, and a flurry of flames captured the hulk’s jacket, so he leapt back in a panic, while the remaining ash rained down on Pyro’s jeans, leaving the pyrokinetic to dust himself off. “You homo sapiens are always so bloody predictable” he smirked, tossing what was left of his cigarette at the violently trashing drunk, the flames still burning away at his jacket, and pulling the door open to the bar, before disappearing back inside. He meandered between tables, finding his way back to his own, located in the farthest corner of the bar, not too close to the stage, but not too far away either.

Pyro slid back into his seat, where a single bottle of beer was resting on the table, and he almost choked as he gulped back a mouthful at the sight of the lumberjack he had just torched, falling back in the door, with his girlfriend in tow. Pyro could clearly make out the burns inflicted on his jacket, where there were sparks still very much alive in the fabric, and chuckled as he watched the guy stumble across the bar, too drunk to stay on his own two feet, much less to exact revenge on John when he eventually found him. “Humans, so useless, but so fuckin' entertainin'” he laughed under his breath.

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TAG: Open!
WORDS: 942
NOTES: I just reused my 'roleplay sample' from my app with some minor changes. Hope that's OK?

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Lexi stood outside looking at the bar with a frown on her face. Really, what was she thinking coming to a place like this? She didn't even drink all that much and when she did she had to admit that it was pretty expensive wine...not that she would ever admit such a thing to the people she lived with since they still didn't know that she had more money than she really knew what to do with. But there had to come a time when a girl needed to get away from everything and just forget about her problems. Not that she really had many but she couldn't bare staying at that school without some form of escape and unlike some others she had no job to go to and no family to visit. Well, she did but they weren't exactly alive and kicking.

"Good heavens girl its a pub. Maybe not a good old fashioned one but a pub all the same." She softly chided as she moved from one foot to the other. These shoes were killing her. She looked down at the heels she had chosen to wear for the evening and whilst they did effectively give her a couple more inches to her otherwise very petit stature they were positively killing her! Mind you this was the first time she had worn proper shoes in a good few weeks since she tended to walk about barefoot back at the school as she hated not being able to feel the ground beneath her. Her hands moved to the hem of her black dress and she shimmied it down slightly feeling just a little self conscious about her outfit. This was a far cry from her ragged jeans and cropped tops...but it did emphasise her figure and showed off her tattoos.

"Right, no problem." She took a shaky step forward- once again cursing her shoes- and giving a smile to one of the random male patrons entered the building and immediately wrinkled her nose in disgust. Ew. The air was very much not fresh. It stank of beer, really bad body odour and fags. Eugh.

She moved to the bar, easily slipping around those much larger than herself and ignoring and gazes that might perhaps have fallen on her and once there perched herself onto a bar stool and indicated she wanted to be served. As she waited for the barman to come to her she glanced at the drinks on offer and grimaced slightly since none of them really appealed to her but since she was here she might as well have something and when he came to her she ordered something she guessed was pretty popular since many of the other patrons were drinking it. As the bottle was placed before her she thanked and paid the man before taking a sip of her drink.

It was disgusting....She placed it back onto the bar top and blew a strand of her pink hair out of her eyes despite having tied her hair up into a loose bun and decided that she was probably going to get really fed up with her choice of outfit and hair by the time she left for the night. Sighing she pushed herself around so that she was facing the other way and looked about her in interest before digging into her purse so she could pull out a tube of gloss and ignoring some drunk ass who was next to her began to apply a fresh coating. Not that it was gloss of course, it was a very mild form of poison that wouldn't kill anyone but it would make them back off if they decided that 'no' was an answer they didn't understand...the most it would do was burn their lips enough to leave blisters. Not that it had much effect on her of course.

Just as she finished her fixing she was knocked into and she nearly fell of the stool had she not grabbed onto the edge of the bar in time. She turned her head and glared at the drunken idiot who had knocked her over in his haste to get to another drink. "Bloody hell....asshole!"

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"...... sorry I cant serve minors" the barman apologized, and slid her a cocacola.

"What------- CMON ONE YEARR ! One year is nothingg!" she shouted, slamming a fist on the countertop she would later find to regret. But the barman turned away leaving her with a can of cola she did NOT order. " -- fine... I happen to like coke anyway" she mumbled, chugging the can of soda to drown the obvious facts around her. Fact 1, it didnt matter if she was out past curfew people still thought she was fourteen. Natalie glowered at the table a moment but was soon swept by the pink haired woman that walked in. as if you needed to stand out more than you do she thought to herself, slightly envious of her figure and looks. The girl was glowing with sex appeal and a couple men in the bar immediately took notice and attempted to rapture her. She looked down at her own figure, and pulled open the first few buttons, and nodded at the guy down the bar, who didnt seem to notice her at all.... which led her to fact 2, god was cruel bastard in shaping her design.

She took another gulp of her soda and couldn't help but overhear the guy next to her laughing about humans...... huh? She turned her head to the side to see what he looked like because at the moment thoughts of alien invasions were going through her head. "......" She looked at him while pretending not to look at him, but in reality it turned out to look a bit off, with her looming her head around in a circle occasionally looking at him to attempt to determine if he was of another planet. After a few turns of her head she stopped and quickly looked away her eyes going back on the pink haired bombshell just in time to hear her speak.. Well........... she still was hot, even though she had a nasty mouth. Back to more severe circumstances... the alien..... she peered at the guy again, this time while attempting to hide behind the can of coca cola.

I need to see his bellybutton It was the only way you could tell with the alien race since they were highly capable of adapting a human-like face. She stared at the spot where his belly button might be, looking mighty creepy but hey, she thought she was smartly hidden behind the can of cola so she was oblivious to this fact. "you............ have a hairy chest" she sat up "Wait no..... I mean....... a third nipple....... yah. Thats what she said" she pointed at the pink haired girl. "I mean...... she really said it not the... yah so third nipple" she nodded. Perhaps this wasnt as smooth as she might have hoped.

(hope you dont mind me joining in If yes uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ignore it and ill delete !)

[pyro]

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John found it humorous that some bar staff still saw fit to place an ashtray in the centre of each table, even though the smoking ban had been introduced in New York as far back as 2003, just over eight years ago. Still, he made good use of an object that would have otherwise gone unnoticed, taking his lighter, spinning it to life, holding the coaster he had been using for his drink in between his fingers, and bringing the flame to the edge of it, hazel eyes directing it along the cardboard surface. He was content doing this for over ten minutes, watching the flames spread, hearing them crackle as they travelled in between the paper crevasses, leaving nothing but trails of black as they burned their way along. Then, when it seemed like there was little cardboard left for the flames to devour, he dropped the coaster into the ashtray, allowing them to swallow what was left of it, watching as they did so, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, his fingers toying with the lighter, sliding the lid off constantly, and repeatedly flicking it shut again.

"Bloody hell....asshole!" Pyro would have continued staring into the ashtray were it not for that voice, that accent to be more precise, which immediately caught his attention. And with that, his eyebrows were raised, along with his eyes, falling on a figure at the bar, just barely managing to keep herself on a stool at the counter. John was surprised that it had only been her accent to catch his attention, especially considering the bubble gum pink shade of her hair. And that wasn't all. She was wearing a skin tight black dress that clung to every curve she possessed, emphasizing an otherwise slim frame. If she was standing up, and on those heels, Pyro might have mistaken her height for being somewhere close to his own, but in sitting, she appeared quite petite. With his attention still on her legs, he also noticed something etched into her skin, a tattoo, one that closely resembled a vine, if he wasn't mistaken. Pyro wasn't exactly an expert on plant life, period. He was an expert on burning them, however. The young woman hadn't just grabbed Pyro's attention, but seemingly every other man, sober, as well as drunk, gathered in the bar. The latter were literally drooling at the sight of her.

"You............ have a hairy chest" Pyro only managed to drag his eyes away from the young woman at the sound of another voice, very accusatory, and apparently aimed his way, "Wait no..... I mean....... a third nipple....... yah. Thats what she said", it was another young woman... well, girl really would have been more appropriate for this one. As soon as the words had left her lips, Pyro had already proceeded to make a swift judgment call; sixteen, strict parents, wrapped in cotton wool, first night out passed her curfew, no doubt letting the rebelliousness of her actions go right to her head. The pyrokinetic tried to keep from rolling his eyes as the girl pointed to the young woman occupying the bar stool, and succeeded, letting his hand drop away from under his chin, bringing a smirk to his lips as he sat back in his own seat, feigning amusement as she said "I mean...... she really said it not the... yah so third nipple". "So... which one is it, luv?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest, "Third nipple, or 'airy chest, 'cause I think you'll find most blokes long passed the point of puberty 'ave 'em, but..." he paused for a moment for effect, "I'm willin' to bet y' don't spend an awfool lot of your time aroun' blokes passed the age of eleven?" he snickered, "As for the third nipple... well, feel free to frisk me if y' must" he added with a wink.

Pyro then noticed there was only a mouthful of beer remaining in his bottle, and taking it by the neck; he pushed himself up from his seat, and approached the bar. "Hey mate, could I get anotha when you're ready?" he asked the barman, still with that smirk, giving the bottle a slight shake as evidence it was almost gone, and with a curt nod of his head, the barman vanished into the back room. "What part o' England are you from, luv?" Pyro asked, turning to the young woman with the vibrant pink hair, "Assumin' that was an English accent I 'eard?" Pyro didn't need to ask, unlike the majority of people he encountered, he could tell the difference between an English accent, and an Australian accent. For years he had to endure Blob constantly calling him a 'limey', but not once had he ever bothered to correct his corpulent comrade. Too much time had passed for Pyro to make that assertion now, in any case, John had a distinct feeling Blob knew he was Australian, but also knew it was as insulting to confuse an Aussie with a Brit, as it was to confuse a Canadian with an American.

"So, what's your poison?" he grinned.

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TAG: Lexi & Natalie
WORDS: 856
NOTES: What muse issues were you having, Lexi? Your post was superb! And Natalie, you're more than welcome to join

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Lexi could honestly say that she hadn't noticed the way people looked at her when she had entered the bar and she certainly would have disagreed most strongly had anyone told her that she looked even a smidgeon attractive. However once she had managed to get herself settled back onto her stool she finally noticed that those nearest to her were staring quite badly at her and a pink blush settled onto her cheeks before she slid back to face the bar. How embarrassing! She hadn't come here to be stared at and the only reason she had worn this outfit was because she simply didn't own anything else even remotely 'going out-ish'. She hated being the centre of any sort of attention which was why she kept herself to herself and avoided contact with those about her.

Eventually though she managed to fight down the blush and taking a hold of her drink she turned slightly, resting her elbow onto the bar top and then resting her head on her closed fist as she looked about her in feigned interest although nothing really caught her eye or attention and she wondered once again why on earth she had even bothered to come out. Although there was an interesting younger girl in the bar that Lexi could have sworn was not old enough to even be here. But appearances could be deceptive of course since she herself was really very tiny but she knew how to handle herself if push came to shove.

She watched as the girl seemed to babble to someone she couldn't quite see from where she was sitting before she grew bored- she couldn't even here what was being said so what was the point in looking over there? She turned her head slightly so she could look down at the beer bottle in her hand before sighing and placing it back onto the bar after taking a small sip of it. Eugh. Still gross. She should have gone to a wine bar...At least then she could have had something that tasted better than this crap. Or better yet she could have just stayed at home and cracked open a bottle she kept aside for such days as this- she had quite a few bottles of good vintage wine locked away somewhere in the countryside in a small house she had purchased when she had first moved into the mansion. She hadn't gone to it since the viewing but it held most of the things she had wanted to keep but didn't want to keep at the school as she didn't want to explain just how she happened to have rather expensive belongings.

She had been so caught up in thoughts of some good red wine that she nearly jumped out of her skin when someone came up next to her and what sounded like an Australian spoke to her. "What part o' England are you from, luv?" She grimaced before turning her head to look up at him- even on the stool he stood over her- and cursed her accent yet again. She really hated having such an upper class accent...Apart from the fact it made her stand out more than her hair it was one of the reasons many people tended to avoid her as they thought her to be too posh and high end to hang with. Not that she minded so much but sometimes it got awfully lonely.

"So, what's your poison?"

This time she very nearly snorted in amusement although she managed to avoid causing herself such embarrassment by taking a quick swing of her drink. Licking the moisture from her lips she tasted the bitter tang of beer and the sweetness of candyfloss gloss although she dared some moron to try and kiss her- her poison wasn't about to wear off with her drink. It was highly amusing that he had asked her such a thing and really, it wasn't very believable that she was already wearing her poison although she was pretty sure that wasn't quite what he meant.

"London," She shifted position so she was no longer leaning on her hand and turned so that she was now facing him directly and again mourned her height as she had to look up at him as well. This sucked. She didn't like being so small...if she stood up she could be at least the same height as him but that required having to totter in her heels and the thought was not particularly appealing, so she remained seated. Her answer had been incredibly vague however, since she didn't really want to get into exactly where she had lived before moving here and besides, he didn't exactly sound like he would know London all that well.

"And vodka," She finally decided, "Neat." Well, he had asked and since the beer was positively vile she might as well go for something with a little more bite. It wasn't as smooth as wine of course but it wasn't too bad to drink every now and then and she really needed something to drink apart from the crappy beer she had been served.

[gorge]

".................. wait what?" She stood behind in bewilderment as he took off. Her mouth hung open wide enough to catch flies, and for once in her life she was stumped. Maybe it was the english accent that was throwing her off, which was odd. English-accent alien.... hm.... thats a first Maybe the alien had poured his research into British telly and didn't realize that here in NY the accent wasn't quite the same..... and what was up with that boycomment? is he calling me a pedo??? .... That was a first. getting dissed by an alien...... All these thoughts prevented her from her main goal and there she stood stood, attempting to make sense of what had happened until it occured to her..... HE SAID YOU COULD FRISK HIM! And that managed to bring her out of her semi-comatic state of confusion.

But he had already left... now near the pink haired girl. And her panic was begining to set. Did he ask why she had suggested he had a third nipple (though in reality she had not?). Natalie spent the next few moments staring at his back, attempting to find a right angle to intrude. Just get it over with quick before hes onto you!!! the voice rang in her head urgently. Thats right..... soon enough the pink haired girl would be like 'wtf man I didnt say that, that girls on crack' or something to that extent. But because he was an alien he'd realize it wasn't drugs that was messing with her but the TRUUTHH. She puffed her cheeks, and briskly walked up behind him.

Once she was directly behind him, without a moments notice she slid her tiny hands under his shirt and frantically began frisking him, wiggling her cold fingers across his chest and around before finally gasping loudly "NO NIPPLE------ wait No NO BELLYBUTTON" she shook her head, embarrased that she had nipples on her mind, the mistake took her off guard for a moment until the panic began to reset. There was an alien amongst their midst. She quickly pulled her hands out, unaware she had been frisking the wrong part of his body for his bellybutton. She understood the purpose of his quest.... he was going to impregnant an alien parasite and then before the world was aware everyone would be an aliiieeen. Atleast that was what she vaguely remembered happen from one movie.

Regardless she had no other options but to stop this massacre from happening! She leapt on him and wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and shouted to the girl "HE'S GOING TO IMPREGNATE YOU !!!!!!!!!!!" not exactly coherent in her words just trying to get her away before any crazy alien stuff happened. "AND YOUUU" She growled into his ear "yknow..... I am so not into little boys.... so yah.... OH and uhmmmm I WILL STOP YOUU" she nodded, just wanting to make it clear that she was NOT a pedophile. I mean.. really, did she give off some freaky boy-lovin vibe? She ruffled his hair and wondered how she would go about stopping the alien take over.....

[pyro]

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As he waited on her answer, Pyro took the time to note yet another tattoo under the young woman's eye, this one in the shape of a leaf. He would have assumed she was a botanist, or a herbologist of some description, based on the other tattoo as well, etched into the skin of her leg, but he had learned a long time ago that assumptions were dangerous, and to keep his mouth shut. Lesson One from living on the streets of New York City: 'don't assume, always know, or else shut up'. Pyro wasn't exactly well versed on keeping his comments, smart or otherwise, to himself though, often provoking those who were a lot bigger than him, and a lot stronger than him. He sometimes forgot he was a mere five foot, seven inches tall, and that his tongue couldn't get him out of every situation he found himself in, but could easily land him in one too.

"London," she eventually replied, shifting slightly in her chair as she responded, now facing him where he stood beside her at the counter. "And vodka... neat" she elaborated with regard to her drink, and just as the bartender returned with another bottle of Fosters for the pyrokinetic. "Thanks, mate... and a neat vodka for the little Sheila 'ere as well" he requested, hands sliding into his pockets in search of the twenty bucks he had stashed there, finding it having managed to wrap itself around the cold metal form of his lighter, "Y' don't exactly strike me as the type that would be seen drinkin' beer, anyway" he pointed out, "beer's too common..." he elaborated, unraveling the twenty dollar note from around his lighter, and handing it to the bartender as he returned with the vodka John had requested.

"Dare I ask what brings you t' America?" he asked, "And do feel free t' be as creative as y' want with that story" he added, but Pyro was soon distracted from any answer she might have given, as he turned his head slightly at the feeling of someone's hand creeping inside his sweater. Surprise, surprise. It had been that young girl from before, fingers sliding across the skin of his chest. Pyro could only treat such actions with amusement, after all, he had welcomed her to it. "Find anythin' y' like back there, luv?" he chuckled, but then she suddenly screamed out "NO NIPPLE------ wait No NO BELLYBUTTON". Pyro wasn't sure how to respond to that, all he could do was wiggle his eyebrows in confusion, albeit in an amused sort of confusion. "I stand by my judgment call..." he mumbled under his breath, "Y' see luv, traditionally, a person's bellybutton is not located on their chest, you... well..." he snickered, "you 'ave to travel a little further down for that".

But then her hands suddenly shot out from his shirt, and before he knew it her tiny arms were around his neck, and she was screaming. "HE'S GOING TO IMPREGNATE YOU !!!!!!!!!!!", while Pyro wasn't exactly sure who she was referring to, he was all the more in the dark regarding what exactly she was talking about. Then, her voice crept into his ear, "AND YOUUU... yknow..... I am so not into little boys.... so yah.... OH and uhmmmm I WILL STOP YOU" she growled, ruffling his hair for good measure. In all the time she had been clinging to him, he was able to ascertain a rough estimate of how much she weighed, and how tall she was, and she was positively puny. But before he choose to fling her off his back, which he had every intention of doing, he took a quick swig from his bottle, swallowing a mouthful of beer, before choosing to ask this girl what recent science fiction novel she had been reading, but not in so many words.

"Ya, I kinda guessed y' weren't really into 'little boys', before y' started feelin' me up, it's what I tend t' refer t' as a joke, darlin'" he chuckled, patronizingly patting her head as she continued to hold his neck in her arms, "and 'stop me'?" he questioned, "From doin' what, exactly?" he asked, then, it suddenly hit him. "Oh bloody 'ell, what anti-mutant crap 'ave y' bin readin', luv?" he asked, but before he could get an answer to that question, he felt a set of fingers creeping into the blonde strands of his hair, and they sure as hell weren't hers, not judging by the tight grip, which pulled him back, and threw him from the counter, so he landed on the table he had originally been sitting on, that girl still on his back, falling through it, and hitting the ground hard. "Urgh... what the fuck was that?" Pyro grumbled, pushing himself up from the cracked panels of wood, all that remained of the table, and in doing so, his eyes landed on the person responsible for putting him down in the first place.

"Well... 'ello, chum" he groaned, looking up at the towering figure of that balding giant from earlier, the silver eyebrow piercing twinkling in the light of the bar.

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TAG: Lexi & Natalie
WORDS: 857
NOTES: Haha! Natalie, you're a nutcase ;D

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Well, she supposed she had run into what seemed like a gentleman but then again, one couldn't be so sure and especially not in a place like this. Her mother had always warned her against the dangers of strange men buying you drinks...of course back then it hadn't quite been in a place like this as she had only really attended society functions. And school. But those days were long over now. She was saved of any more thoughts of her parents when the glass was placed before her and for a moment she stared at it as if inspecting it for any smear marks and dirt. Seeing none she nodded her thanks to the barman before turning her full attention back to the man who had bought her her drink.

"Y' don't exactly strike me as the type that would be seen drinkin' beer, anyway"

She shrugged at that one as it had been more than obvious to anyone that she had not enjoyed the drink she had been given before and that this was so much more preferable to the beer. "True," She mentioned nothing about liking wine more as she already felt completely out of place as it was. She picked up the glass and swirled the clear liquid about but didn't actually drink any of it just yet, choosing to nurse it instead for a little longer. The bitter taste of the beer' was still in her mouth and she really needed to wait for a moment before attempting to drink anything else.

"Dare I ask what brings you t' America? And do feel free t' be as creative as y' want with that story"

She had just been about to raise the glass to her lips when he had asked her and she froze. Her mind raced to think of something to say as it wasn't the first time she had been asked such a question but what was she meant to say? She didn't know if he were a human or not...for all she knew he was and he was simply trying to hit on her! She couldn't reveal that she had come here to escape the racism she had started to experience back home and that upon landing on American soil her family had been killed trying to get her to safety. How could she ever tell someone how it felt to watch your parents take the bullets meant for you? She still had the scars to show that she herself had barely escaped with her life despite their sacrifice.

She was saved from her answer as the girl she had noticed from before suddenly appeared out of nowhere, attaching herself to the male and for a moment or two Lexi was too stunned to even formulate an answer let alone tell it to him. Thankfully the distraction seemed to be too much for him as well as her and the question was left unanswered for the time being. She lifted the glass to her lips and downed it in one, just in time for the other girl to shout at her, "HE'S GOING TO IMPREGNATE YOU !!!!!!!!!!!" Lexi turned bright red and the vodka she had been in the process of swallowing caught in her throat causing her to hack quite hysterically as she tried to get it down the right way.

-What?- She thought to herself as her hand moved to cover her mouth as she coughed, trying to get herself into some sort of composure. Despite her still bright red face she eventually managed to stop the hacking cough caused by vodka going the wrong way and looked at the girl as if she had three heads. She was totally insane! And what was she doing behaving herself in such an unladylike manner? It was a disgrace!

Whilst she had been thinking all this and wondering what the hell the child was on about she completely missed the rest of their insane conversation. She was soon brought back to the present when there came a loud crashing and she turned her head in time to see the one she had been 'talking' to clamber from the remains of a table and just for a moment she lamented the loss of the poor tree who had given up its life to become said table. With wide eyes she took in the giant of a man and swallowed. He was big. Even with her heels on he was nearly three time the size of herself...

Unfortunately for her her brain wasn't quite working at full capacity and in a rage she stood up and -tottering slightly- she stormed up to the giant. "What the bloody hell do you think you are doing you arsehole!" It was a pity she hadn't thought to bring her purse with her as she did so as it contained a very small vile of knock out gas along with her poison gloss...although it was a little late for thinking such things. She also chided herself for her overuse of bad language- the alcohol was affecting her brain cells. That must be it because quite frankly she was a genius on a normal day...and she simply was acting like one right now.

She didn't even get to say or think anything else before she to was the prey of the giant man. Her eyes widened ever so slightly as his huge arm swept in her direction and before she had time to even process the fact that she. needed. to. move. She was knocked aside and thanks to her small frame and rather light body she wasn't just knocked, she was thrown with quite some force into the edge of the bar and with a cry went down completely and utterly dazed. Her eyes fluttered closed in agony and a small moan of pain escaped her lips. She should have brought proper poison with her....or painkillers.

[gorge]

The knock had not only shoved the-alien but also Natalie who had been hanging from his neck. They both crashed, but John had taken most of the blue, leaving Natalie with a nice comfy cushioning as his body lay beneath her. For a second, she almost thought... ALMOST that she MAY have been responsible for well.... the alienman going diving into the tables. But the improbability of it all was just.. well, crazy. And she was not only a little disheartened that the act of vigor was not her own but also a little pissed. Hadn't they SEEN she had the alien-crisis perfectly under control. Did he need to make her look incapable of handling such asimple situation, a situation that any real super hero might approach. But nooo, fat head just HAD to take the limelight from her.

Slowly she slid off John's back, stumbling a bit as she got to her knees, feeling a bit shaken from the throw. "geee way to selfish bastard" she mumbled under her breath, climbing to her feet at last, just in time to witness his next barbaric action. Though this one came a bit as a surprise to her, because this time his attack was aimed at the girl and not the alien himself. Natalie watched with wide eyes as the pink haired girl seemingly flew into the edge of the bar painfully.

"What the hell?! she's not the alien........ HE is" she indicated with the point of her finger to the guy on the floor. But at that point she was too pissed with this moron than with the idea of alien invasion. The butthead had a glazed look about him like he was too drunk to care what the hell he was doing which only seemed to irritate her more. Even though she had little to no muscle mass, it didnt stop her from stepping up to the oaf and giving him a good shove, which only made him a wobble a bit, not because of the force but because of the tipsiness he was likely experiencing.

"I got this handled so you can get going" but that only seemed to make the bald headed bastard snort, as if the idea of her handling anything were something humorous. "On second note, " she turned to the alien on the floor and held her hand out to help him up "You can probe him all you want " she nodded sincerely.

[pyro]

***

Pyro wasn't sure which hurt more; his head where the roots of his hair had been grabbed, his neck from the force of the throw, his ribs after he had collided with the table, or his arm when he made contact with the ground. If he had to choose one, he would definitely say his neck was in worse condition. As he pushed himself up from the wreckage, the first thing his hand sought out was the back of his neck, which made a dreadful squishing sound when he attempted to look up at the person responsible for the injuries he had sustained. Looking around him was definitely out of the question, which wasn't a particularly good position for the pyrokinetic to be in, not with a prospective fight looming anyway. And to make matters worse, the drunken giant seemed a little more alert now, the result of a combination of being burned, and desperately searching for the person responsible, Pyro concluded.

"Crikey, y' can really hold a grudge, mate" Pyro actually managed to chuckle, hand still resting on the back of his neck, but to say his humorous comment hadn't gone down particularly well would have been an understatement, as the towering figure attempted to descend on him, but not before - "What the bloody hell do you think you are doing you arsehole!", the young woman with the vibrant pink hair attempted to walk up to the drunk giant, her ridiculously high heels hindering her ability to put one foot in front of the other with ease. Not to mention, he was three times to size of her. "Oh, bloody 'ell" Pyro muttered to himself, almost fit to cover his eyes in expectation of what was to come next. She could hardly stand, let alone throw, and successfully land a punch. And just like that she saw sent flying, colliding with the edge of the bar. The sound left in her wake indicated just how hard she made contact, and John was surprised she was even still moving.

John attempted, and failed, to push himself up from the ground, his arm screaming out from the weight he put on it, and his ribcage quick to follow in its protestations. He wasn't going anywhere. For a moment, Pyro had completely forgotten he hadn't been the only one thrown across the bar, and through the table, and with that realized the young girl that had been clung to him before, standing on her feet beside him. "What the hell?! she's not the alien........ HE is", at her comment, his eyebrow arched upward. Alien? Was that what they were calling mutants these days? Or had they originally been calling them that? And was this girl so sheltered from the world she wasn't aware of the new term that had since been applied to them? It was a possibility. After all, she had previously been searching under his sweater for any evidence that he was a different being, even though it was pretty clear his mutation wasn't physical.

"Alien? Um... I think yer still livin' in the dark ages there, luv, they've bin callin' us mutants for a while now" he attempted to correct her, but he wasn't certain if she heard him or not, too occupied was she with giving that drunk what-for, marching up to him, and shoving him. It was no surprise he didn't go down, but only wobbled slightly on the spot. John may not have been surprised, but that girl was clearly adamant she had the situation under control, until common sense seemed to hit her, and she turned her attention back to Pyro. "You can probe him all you want" it was those words that made him realize she wasn't calling him 'alien' as another way of saying 'mutant', she genuinely thought he was an alien. "What are y' on, luv?" he snickered quietly to himself, as the bald brute started to regain his balance, and Pyro attempted to stand for the second time, flinching in the process of forcing himself up off the ground.

Realizing he wasn't going to be able to do much on his feet, he spun around on the spot, without paying much heed to the injury he had sustained to his neck, and growling vehemently as the suddenness of his movements sent a searing pain down along his neck, and into his spine. The pain had not only paralyzed him on the spot, but also caught the attention of the flames he had been attempting to crawl toward, burning away at the coaster he had dropped into the ashtray before, which started to grow in size, crackling furiously as they rose from the ground. Pyro had always struggled to keep his emotions and his pyrokinesis separate, but this was one of those rare occasions where he was thankful he had failed to do so, as the flames reacted to their master's suffering, and swooshed over him in the direction of the drunken thug.

Because this wasn't the second time he had been attacked by flames, and also because he was more alert now, the drunk had the good sense to duck, and just in time too, so the flames missed him, and made contact with the area behind the bar instead, grabbing a hold of some of the beer pumps as they passed over the counter, and liquors lined up along the shelves once they came to a halt. "Uh-oh..." Pyro looked on as his his attack went awry, but it failed to hit those gathered around the bar that alcohol was flammable, never mind that in a matter of moments their bar was about to be reduced to ruin.

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Oh. Pain. Lex's eyes cracked open slightly as she fought to hold onto consciousness. Which was a lot harder than she had previously realised. It wasn't like she got into fights often, instead spending most of her time avoiding the damn things. One night in a bar and she is nearly knocked out and more than likely concussed by some giant of a buffoon who seriously couldn't hold onto his liqueur! Rolling over onto her side she gave a small mewl of pain and her fists clenched into fists as she forced herself to move past the agony and try to get back to her feet. Which was easier thought than done...

"Alien? Um... I think yer still livin' in the dark ages there, luv, they've bin callin' us mutants for a while now"

The male's voice cut through her haze and she managed to turn her head, and wide eyes in his general direction as she momentarily took on a rather good expression of a fish- which thankfully no one saw since they were all to busy watching the fight that had abruptly started. He was a mutant. How had she not realised? She mentally slapped herself. Of course she wouldn't have been able to tell...he looked the same as everyone else in the bar! He had no physical mutation, much like herself although she chose to decorate herself with tattoos to try and physically show she was a little different. But it was still a shock. She had never actually met a mutant outside of the school before just now.

She watched as he attempted to get to his feet a second time and for the second time in her life felt more useless than anything in the world. Granted this was nowhere near on the scale of the last time but still...

And then if there had been any doubt that he was a mutant then it was fizzled out at the sight of a ball of flames shooting past him, over the drunk and hitting the bar. Fire. It couldn't have been pixie dust but burning hot fire! She hated fire....But right now she needed to move out of the way before she too was burnt into a crisp.

Forcing herself to her knees she cringed in pain before she managed to shift around so she could pull off her heels so she was left barefoot- allowing her to move about a lot easier than before- and then clambered to her feet, wobbling slightly as she did so, reaching out for the edge of the bar automatically to steady herself. And nearly screamed at the sight of the flames inching their way towards her. Taking a step back in horror she snatched out for her purse and pulled back just in time for the flames to reach the first bottle of spirits. The bottle shattering was enough for those still stood at the bar to move out of the way and several people were already heading towards the exit, many of them screaming and shouting.

Which is what she should also be doing had it not been for her overwhelming need to do something. If something wasn't done soon someone was going to get hurt and the male mutant was already in pain if the look on his face was anything to go by and god help her she just couldn't leave without doing something. Dammit. She shook her head to clear it and to try and get rid of the spinning stars she kept seeing every now and then and tried to ignore the pain still blazing in her back (she was going to have a hell of a bruise in the morning) and with one last terrified glance at the now very much in flames bar turned and ran towards the other three, digging into her purse as she did so fumbling for the perfume spray bottle with her potent chloroform inside.

Once reaching the giant who decided that now was a good time to swing at her when he realised she was coming up from behind him. She might not have the same grace and speed inside than when she was outside- and certainly not when she was surrounded by fire- but she was still small and nimble enough to duck his arm and land in a skidding crouch next to her fellow mutant.

"Can't you control it?" Her voice betrayed the fact that she was completely and utterly terrified of the flames. Digging into her purse once again she finally managed to get the bottle out and since it was her only defence in this place gripped it tightly. She wasn't letting go of this for anything...If she had been outside she might have been able to do something but as it was...

[pyro]

***

Pyro could have spoken up, warned those still gathered around the bar of what was going to happen, but then that went against his belief that all humans deserved to fry, not to mention it would spoil all his fun of watching said humans fry. He wasn't in any danger, so there was nothing for him to worry about. As soon as the flames started to roar out of control, he could instantly bring them under his control, save himself from their fiery wrath. But not before they did some damage, and preferably to those idiotic homo sapiens. He did however shift himself slightly from where he lay, sprawled across the floor of the bar, expecting either the beer bumps to explode, or the glass bottles to shatter any minute. Pyro might be able to control flames, but he couldn't control the path of projectiles.

But as Pyro was pulling himself back from the counter, he noticed that young woman from before, now back on her feet, which were short of those high heels that made it borderline impossible for her to walk. He had never openly criticized the fashion sense of most women, but he could never understand why the majority of them opted for style over comfort, and in this case, he couldn't understand why she would wear a pair of crippling stilettos. She grabbed her purse just in time, pulling it away at the exact moment a flurry of flames caught a hold of a bottle of spirits, the heat causing the bottle to shatter, and the liquid catching fire almost instantaneously. That seemed to shake the people, still gathered around the bar, to their senses, and as they fled for the exits, some of them screaming, Pyro couldn't help but smile.

"There... that wasn't so much t' ask for, was it?" he snickered, only stopping when the searing pain, still cutting into his neck, and pounding in his back, caused him to flinch again. Not all of those pathetic homo sapiens fled though, some of them choose to stay, and among them was the pink-haired bombshell, along with that drunken giant. Taking a second swing at her would prove unsuccessful this time, and Pyro almost 'whooped' when the guy missed, as she ducked under his massive arm, and slid toward the pyrokinetic, still unable to pick himself up. "Can't you control it?" Pyro heard her ask over the roaring flames, and if he wasn't mistaken she sounded frightened, and not the usual kind of fear most humans demonstrated in the presence of flames, but the kind of fear he himself exemplified when stuck in a very confined space for a prolonged period of time.

"'course I can control it! What kind o' pyrokinetic d'you take me for?" he responded, insulted by the implication that he couldn't, "I just don't particularly feel like controllin' it righ' now" he snickered, watching as the remaining occupants in the bar fled, and at the precise moment the flames reached the beer pumps too, and just like that the counter was blown to smithereens, and the drunk giant stumbling around was engulfed in a cloud of flames that were coming right for the pyrokinetic and the young woman kneeling on the floor beside him. For a split second, he actually hesitated. Saving a homo sapien was not a task he was particularly thrilled about carrying out, but if he choose not to act he too would burn to death, and there was no death more embarrassing for a mutant of his caliber.

"Migh' wanna get down, darlin'" he warned her, and just before the flames could reach them, he threw his hands up so they instantly passed over them. As they shot over, and toward the back of the bar, Pyro felt the heat against his hands, while the reds, oranges and yellows of the flames seemed to whiten his otherwise olive complexion for a moment. But he soon lost the strength to keep his arm elevated, with the pain now coursing through his shoulder. Fortunately, the flames soaring above him started to thin out as he directed them toward the back wall, and when it seemed safe to drop his guard his arms slumped to the ground on either side of him.

However, the fire was still roaring out of control behind the bar, and with the pain he was currently in, hindering the full capacity with which he could normally control fire, Pyro realized he wasn't going to be able to protect himself for very long, he wasn't going to be able to save himself from their fiery wrath unless he left now. "We gotta get the bloody 'ell outta 'ere" he growled, just as the wall behind began to crack under the flames devouring it, and judging by the cracks that also shot across the ceiling above in that instant, it seemed to be a supporting wall too, the pyrokinetic realized.

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TAG: Lexi
WORDS: 823
NOTES: Nope!

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Lexi kept herself low to the ground, coughing slightly as smoke from the flames started to fill the room and it was through sheer strength of will that she didn't curl up into a crying heap on the floor, choosing instead to think about how they were going to get out of here and what she was going to do to the maniac beside her. What was he thinking sending flames about like that? Didn't he care about the safety of those about him? She had answered her question before she had finished thinking it. No. He must not care very much otherwise he would have done something to stop the fight instead of making it worse. She couldn't even do anything thanks to being both small and having a pretty useless power in a fight.

"'course I can control it! What kind o' pyrokinetic d'you take me for?"

She thought it best not to answer that particular question as she was afraid of what she might happen to say to the man if she did. Frankly the words 'moron', 'idiotic' and 'slightly insane' came to mind but she wasn't sure this was the time or the place to be thinking such things let alone telling him them. Which was why she was keeping herself quiet. Although when he said he didn't want to control it she couldn't help but swallow slightly in terror. Her body was already shaking like a leaf and her mind was screaming at her to run as her survival instincts tried to kick in and take over.

Any other thoughts she might have had were cut off by his warning and as she practically threw herself down to the ground the flames rushed over her head and this time the whimper of fear was very obvious and there was no way he wouldn't miss it. She couldn't help herself though and having fire above your head was not something she wanted to experience ever again. Not if she could help it!

"We gotta get the bloody 'ell outta 'ere"

Her eyes opened and turning her head towards him followed his line of sight and took in the cracked walls. "Oh hell," For a moment or two she forgot about her terror and forgot about the smoke and fire and instead panicked about the fact that the building could quite possibly collapse on top of them...and he seemed to be in too much pain to move very far let alone run out of the building.

~Calm down and think~ She told herself as she looked about her, forcing herself to calm down and not panic. It was hard but what choice did she have? They were stuck inside a burning building and the ceiling was already starting to creak and moan as the flames beat at it relentlessly. Oh. Her eyes widened and she mentally slapped herself. She could do something...it wasn't something she wanted to do but if she wanted to get out alive and in something of a piece then what choice did she have? Pulling herself up onto her knees she laid her palms flat onto the ground and closed her eyes slightly, breathing in as deeply as the smog filled air would allow. Now where was it? She could feel the roots below her, could feel the power and strength they provided. Drawing on that strength she forced her power into the ground.

A moment later and her eyes opened as the floor shook. Just as the first chunk of the ceiling began to fall, thick roots fought their way through the ground and despite the fact that there was fire Lexi forced them to wind up the walls and hold the ceiling in place. Jerking her hands from the ground she turned to the him with wide eyes. "We don't have much time..." She was slightly out of breath and something that should have been easy for her normally had taken so much out of her that she wasn't entirely sure she could move herself. The fire had taken more out of her than she had originally thought. "Can you walk?" She turned her body to him before shakily getting to her feet, feeling just a little woozy and she wasn't sure if it was because of the knock to the head or the fumes. She offered him her hand although she hoped that he would be able to hold himself up as she wasn't sure she would be able to hold his weight.

[pyro]

***

"I'm no builder, but that looks an awfool lot like a supportin' wall ta me, luv" Pyro pointed out, realizing that the furiously crackling flames required him to raise his voice for anyone to hear him, and in doing so he noticed something else; his throat was dry, slowly succumbing to the effects of the smoke in the environment. This was not a position he was comfortable being in, being a victim of his own powers, and neither he, nor his ego, liked it one bit. But that was the least of his worries. The thought of the ceiling coming down on top of him, crushing him, was far more terrifying for the pyrokinetic who almost always opted for the stairs in a tall building, even if he had to travel up twenty flights of them, just as long as he avoided being in an elevator.

Pyro remembered how his mother would constantly cajole him whenever he would literally stop walking in the middle of a shopping mall as it became evident she was making her way toward the elevator shaft, how he would throw himself down on the ground and point blank refuse to walk any further unless they took the stairs, and how his mother would go on and on about the unlikelihood of an elevator breaking down, plummeting to the bottom floor, and crushing everyone inside. She got particularly testy about the latter two, and John knew it was because of how ridiculously fantastical either of those two latter options were, and that a seven-year-old was making her look like an idiot in the middle of a crowded shopping centre because of those two ridiculously fantastical latter options. Elevators broke down, sure, but they never normally killed anyone in the process.

It didn't matter. Irrational fears were just that; irrational. Enclosed spaces had been a fear of Pyro's ever since he was three, and had wandered away from home one night, only to fall down into a shaft, disguising some kind of underground cave. He had been stuck down there for five hours before his parent's realized he was gone, and went in search of him. It had been extremely dark down there, and for the first time John could recall a time when he was actually cold living in Australia. But that memory quickly dissolved as he felt the ground beneath him shake, and his mind just as quickly went into overdrive at the thought of Dom being nearby. Pyro soon realized it wasn't his friend's powers at work here, but the work of the pink haired girl still on the floor beside him.

While Avalanche could control the earth's surface, he couldn't control what was underneath, and as he watched a thick root rise up from the floor, cracking the wooden paneling on its way up, his eyes widened in shock. Pyro normally prided himself on being able to distinguish a mutant from a human, but in this case he had seriously misjudged. The pink hair should have given her away, if not that then the tattoos. He knew that some mutants who didn't possess physical mutations often decorated themselves in such a way as to set them apart from others, and Des frequently remarked that as a writer, Pyro should have been able to better read people. But coming from someone with the ability to see the future, that was a high expectation to say the least.

Just as the ceiling was fit to collapse, the roots stretched up, holding it in place, but for how long was a question Pyro didn't dare ask. All he could do was look on, shocked at her abilities, and shocked that he hadn't been able to tell she was a mutant in the first instance. "Definitely losin' me touch" he mumbled to himself. The roots even managed to battle against the flames as they travelled up the walls, which would have normally devoured them, but nothing was stopping the little Sheila beside him. "We don't have much time... can you walk?" it was only with her words that Pyro brought himself back to the problem at hand, looking from the roots, etched into the wall, holding the ceiling up above them, to her, seemingly tired and out of breath. Pyro could probably walk, after all no damage had been dealt to his legs, it was getting up that would prove tricky.

He tried using his other arm to push himself up, but even with that his ribs screamed out as he hovered, inches above the wooden ground, and he with that he was back down again, until he spotted her hand, stretching out toward him at the corner of his eye. If Pyro weren't at a pretty good risk of burning to death, he would have smacked it away. He wasn't particularly fond of helping others, unless of course they were mutants, and despite the fact she had proven herself to be one, it wouldn't do his ego any good to accept help from her. That would have been the case if he hadn't just doubled over in a fit of coughing, courtesy of the smoke filling the bar, making the pain in his ribs all the more difficult to endure.

It was with a pained smile, and gritted teeth, that he placed his hand in hers, and successfully managed to find his feet. His ribs may have howled, and he may have whimpered slightly as he struggled, but at least he was standing, and at least he could get out of here now. He tried not to think about what would happen afterward, even though he knew what; his ego would receive a massive bruise, that would inevitably take countless weeks to heal. He hated being in a position where he had to be saved, and that he needed to be saved from his own attack just added insult to injury. What Pyro needed to do now was focus, swallow the pain that had shot through his ribs long enough to bring the flames under some manner of control so they could get out of here.

"Uh... don't ya 'ate it when yer moods get in the way of yer powers" he grumbled. Still with his hand in hers, he took a step toward the door, eyes focusing on the flames, licking at the frame around it. Thirty seconds may not have seemed like much, but under the wrong circumstances it could be a lengthy period of time, and that was how long it took for Pyro to actually bring the flames under his control, a small semblance of control at that, and usher them away long enough to get out of here, and onto the streets.

***

TAG: Lexi
WORDS: 1,124
NOTES: Nope!

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Despite the fact that Lexi had forced the roots to hold up the ceiling and that she was on her feet and relatively still in one piece she couldn't help but still panic about what was going on around her. For one thing the fire was still blazing and she couldn't help but wince every time she saw her roots get burned in their efforts to save her and her companion but the fact that she had nearly been buried beneath rubble was something that had only just come to her and she had to close her eyes for a moment to stop the moan escaping her lips. To be trapped like that was...unthinkable. She couldn't decide which was worse on a normal day but for both to happen! No, she was glad that at least one emergency had been diverted for the time being.

Of course, with her mind so focused on thoughts of her untimely demise if they didn't get out and like right this minute she completely missed the grimaced smile he gave her and it was only when he heaved himself up using her arm that she snapped back into reality. She wasn't so panic stricken to realise that he kept his hand on hers however...

As he took a shaky step towards the doorway she kept her eyes locked on their clasped hands, a blush forming on her cheeks before she ordered it to stop. Now was not the time to get all bashful around some guy who had just tried to kill not only herself but everyone else in the bar. So what if this was the first time anyone had held her hand since her parents? He was only doing it so he could keep himself upright and frankly he just didn't seem the kind of man to even want help at the best of times...she certainly doubted that he wanted it when it was his own mistake that had led him into this mess (and she was defiantly doubting his mental stability as well).

"Uh... don't ya 'ate it when yer moods get in the way of yer powers"

Well, frankly she wasn't sure her moods had ever affected the way her powers worked, but at the same time she knew that was something of a lie. When she was in a good moon she could make flowers bloom beneath her feet simply because it made her feel good...but there were days when she felt the darkness of the dirt and the hatred of the planet and she hid herself away from those she considered something of a family. Many people thought she was a loner anyway, they didn't need to know that she was hearing the pain of the earth beneath her. They would never understand.

Her train of dark thoughts were broken however as she watched with wide eyes as the flames that had barred their exit seemed to move back and it was with great joy that she could smell the air outside -smoky yes but air all the same- and she took a step forward, her hand tightening around his own as she did so, not willing to leave him inside even if this was all of his fault.

Once outside she nearly wept with relief as the cool air swept over her too hit body and had she seen herself in a mirror would have done so- she was covered in soot and her normally bright pink hair was dulled to such a state that she looked nearly grey. But she didn't care. She didn't care that she would have to bathe herself in oils and water to stop the blisters from the heath that would inevitably appear once she returned home, nor did she care that she could have died tonight. She was outside and she had never felt safer. It was with wide eyes however that she nearly span around back to the building and for a moment anyone would think she was about to run back inside...instead all she did was release the roots that she had ordered inside and it wasn't until she could feel them safely back in their beds that she could tell herself to relax. She would need to mourn the loss of some of the roots later as she knew without even looking that some had been damaged beyond repair.

She looked to the side at the male and with a start remembered she was still holding his hand. She snatched hers back as if he had burnt her before looking away again, torn between wanting to hit him for making her kill such precious friends and causing the whole problem or help him get to wherever he was going because she certainly wasn't going to take him back to the school! She guessed she could always take him to her own place but that would require sending for her car and that in turn would lead to all sorts of awkward questions (mostly aimed at her) and it really didn't sound like a very good plan.

Exhaling she gave a puff of annoyance and turned back to him, "Can you get home?" Despite all her irritation towards him, the concern in her voice was obvious and sincere.