Twenty-three Fires Set

[mr_fahrenheit]

If anyone needs me, I'm not going to be home. You'll have to find me.

*Pyro's in the park, doing what he does best: playing with fire. Thankfully, he just brought some matches with him instead of his flamethrower, but he's getting dangerously close to some dry grass. By dangerously close, I mean he's succeeded in setting a small patch ablaze. He doesn't seem terribly concerned with putting it out and just watches it burn; he even lights up another match and drops it on the already burning grass. He hasn't let himself do this in quite some time...someone might want to stop him before it gets too out of control.*

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[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[The poor boy just looks defeated.] I'm not going to be able to convince you out of this, am I? Just... just make sure no one gets hurt, alright?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

At least you learn. And yeah, yeah, I keep putting them out, don't I?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He looks down at the burnt grass again.] Well, I hadn't gotten that idea, I have to admit. Aren't you afraid of getting caught doing this? Getting brainwashed for it?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

No, not really. I'd be more afraid of that if I were doing what I wanted to be doing.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

.... which I guess would be burning down the entire neighborhood, I suppose? As much as I'd like to do something to get revenge on our captors, sir, I don't think something like that would be fair to our fellow prisoners...


Um. I don't think I ever got your name, sir. I'm Calleo Crowe. It's uh, nice to meet you. [He sort of trails off towards the end there.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that. If everyone gets out, I could do it. It'd be worth being a permanent drone for that...

Don't bullshit me, kid. I'm not a good person to know or be friends with. Name's Pyro. Or at least, that's what you can call me.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He looks hurt for a moment, then frowns.] Well excuse me. I was just trying to be polite. Like it or not, we ARE stuck in this town together and I'd prefer it if people would do their best to get along.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I never said fuck off or anything, just that I'm not a great person.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, he's gone and been rude. But he'll hold his ground and not apologize this time. Be amazed.]

[He folds his arms & does his best to not look steamed.] ... that's fine. But I think we could at least be... cordial.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Hey, you're not a doormat all the time!

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He goes to say something, then stops. He frowns again.]

Well I... I am not a doormat, sir. [So indignant.] I was only trying to be polite, as I said.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

You were sure as hell acting like one.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He stares at his feet for the moment. Of course this isn't the first time he's heard this. His friend Al's told him this only a zillion times.]

Well I'm so- [NO DON'T SAY THAT ANYTHING BUT "SORRY"] -sure that I didn't mean... [OK, he had no idea where he was going to go with that.]

I-I'll be on my way then. Just... please don't burn the whole park down then, alright? It would just be my luck that it doesn't get fixed this time around. [He picks up the soccer ball he was practicing with earlier, and starts to walk away.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

It's not going to all burn, so just...shoo. Come back later.