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Post by PYRO on Jul 2, 2014 13:27:28 GMT -5
xxxxx A brisk rain had started outside the mansion that early morning. A Click sound was soon heard somewhere in the long west hallway. A light haired male with a lighter soon appeared. Click he closed the lighter's top with the side of his hand. Click he opened the shark lighter once again as he rounded a corner. A sigh then reached his lips as he stopped near one of the doorways. A passing thought about the time reached him as he leaned against the door frame. Click he opened the lighter once more and clicked on the flame. The flame danced its violent dance as the light hit it. Click the light haired mutant closed the lighter once more. After standing there for a few moments he began walking down the hallway once more. The lighter haired male had no particular destination in mind. He was not aware of anything he needed to do today so, he kept walking. If he had forgotten , he did not really care anyway. Click he opened the shark lighters top again as some kids walked passed him. Click he closed the lighters metal top again. One of the passing kids stopped to look at him. The girl had an annoyed expression plastered across her rounded face. The lighter haired pyromaniac arched his defined eyebrow at her. As the girl narrowed her eyes he clicked the lighters top open again. Click he closed the top again and the girl made a noise. When the girl and her friend disappeared he began walking again. Click he turned on the flame again letting it dance in the hallway lights. ------- [ Words : 273 Tag: OPEN]
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Post by STORM on Jul 4, 2014 20:15:49 GMT -5
Storm tugged on her creamy white blouse as she strutted through the hallways. She had just spent the last half an hour organizing her room. She had organized all her paperwork on her desk and put them in her drawers. She had color coordinated all of her outfits inside of her closet, made her bed, and just did some "spring cleaning" because she felt like it. Anytime she cleaned things she felt clean and refreshing. It was a feeling that most people got. She didn't know why, she just liked cleaned things and she was taking the trash out of her room when she caught John walking down the hallway. She closed her room door with the miniature trash bag in her hand and smiled at him, hearing the lighter "click"
"Hi, John," she said happily as she approached him. "Heading somewhere in particular?" she asked. She saw as the fire was dancing around in his hand. She really didn't think it was safe for him to be using his powers so freely out in the school, and not in the danger room. The last thing she wanted was for the school to be set on fire and at this thought she giggled to herself. After he answered her question she was advise him to be careful about the lighter, but he knew that some of the students were growing up and she was sure that John could control his powers just fine, she just wanted to be careful. Better safe than sorry.
[Words 257, Tag: Open]
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Post by PYRO on Jul 5, 2014 17:09:31 GMT -5
xxxxx Click he closed the lighter once more as he stopped short. A voice had cut his little stroll down the hallway short. He knew the voice belonged to the white haired teacher and Xmen member Storm. Click he opened later again as he turned to look at her. A passing student winced at the click noise and ran off. The lighter haired male payed no attention to the mouse like student. She had asked him if he was heading any where in particular. The answer for that of course was no but , he wondered if he was being scolded for something. " Not really" he finally replied in a calm tone as he clicked on the lighters flame on. The flame danced a bit like it was excited to be out and about again. Click he closed the lighter again the flame and stopped its dance. The light haired male then reached up to touch his hair briefly. As his finger lingered on the shark lighters top he wondered what the women would say to him next. He was not really in the mood to be lecture for something random. Plus in his opinion he was not really doing anything wrong. Unless annoying passing students with the clicking of his lighter was a crime. He doubted that so, he could not come up with anything that he was doing wrong. Plus at his age he did not think a scolding was in the program. Click he finally opened the lighter's top once again. ----- words: 253 Tag: Storm , open
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