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Post by Brandon Napier on Jun 19, 2011 12:59:25 GMT
Jogging through a small amount of trees, Bam gave a small yawn and stopped. He stretched his arms over his head, pushed his red hair out of his eyes, and sat against a tree. He had no real want to go anywhere else... Bam usually lived alone... Donna and Jack had asked Bam not to leave... Even though Jack found Bam annoying most of the time.
Giving a small sigh, Bam clicked his fingers and a fire appeared at the tip of his index finger. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit his cigarette before glancing around and puffing on his cigarette. He then took a piece of paper out of his pocket, a receipt for a drink he'd gotten from a coffee shop a couple of days ago, and set fire to it before watching the fire eating at the receipt. He then began morphing the fire into shapes in the air.
Looking around, Bam could hear a noise, or three, and continued to manipulate the fire in the air. It made a few, small, beetles in the air then exploded softly. The sparks fizzled and disappeared and Bam was left in the relative darkness of the trees...
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Post by Melissa Fern Clark on Jun 19, 2011 19:54:38 GMT
Melissa Clark had left that morning to venture off into the wilderness. The company of the large trees was something she appreciated. It made her feel at home, oddly. Perhaps just the scent of nature, knowing that everything there was natural, not at all mutated. Now, she noticed that some trees were gnarled, and hurt, so they were at least a little mutated. "Oh well," she mumbled. "At least they're somewhat like me." She sighed to herself, then came to a small clearing.
She could smell burning paper, and immediately thought that there were some people out having a bonfire, or a barbecue. Something that would be considered highly dangerous in such a green enclosed space.
As the blonde girl arrived, she leaned on the trunk of a large, brutish tree and spotted a red haired boy. She raised her eyebrows. Noting down the cigarette hanging from his lips, and the gentle buzzes and fumbling pieces of ash falling from the air, Melissa could only guess that this person was at least a little like her.
Melissa could, to an extent, manipulation the ice she gave birth to. And had only recently learned how to form them into shapes. So, guessing that this stranger had done what she had been learning to do, she decided to be bold and approach him with one of her new skills.
Still partially hiding behind a tree, Fern knealt down and drew the moisture from the air and began to cool it in her palms. Until a small mouse was formed. A small, mostly transparent mouse. It looked to her, then she set it down. Concentrating intensely, she watched it move through the grass under her control and towards the boy with no name.
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Post by Brandon Napier on Jun 19, 2011 20:11:24 GMT
Bam had been puffing on the cigarette when he saw the shape and, as a reaction, set fire to the ground around it. He then realised it was ice as it began to melt and Bam looked around, not stopping the fire until the ice had completely melted, and only then did he turn the fire into a snake and watch as it withered and squirmed while fading out of existence. He then formed a small dog and left it to keep guard, flaming and growling, while Bam finished his cigarette.
Once he'd finished, Bam threw the cigarette to the dog and the flaming animal ate it, quite literally, before looking around once more and Bam stood. The dog looked up at Bam and Bam looked down at it. For a boy that rarely showed any form of love or kindness, this was different. He was showing, perhaps because he believed himself to be alone, a form of affection for the dog before it began barking and Bam looking in the direction of where the dog was barking. He couldn't see anyone, or anything, however...
Bam's hand moved in a circle and the dog began to grow into the size of a Great Dane, while still with the shape and features of a Jack Russell. It snarled, growled, and barked, and so Bam sent it off in the direction of whatever was annoying it while he clicked his fingers multiple times and a small flame appeared at the end of his index finger, then disappeared, doing this every time he clicked while the fire dog went off in search of whatever it was barking at...
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Post by Melissa Fern Clark on Jun 19, 2011 20:30:04 GMT
Melissa smiled sadly as she watched the mouse's short life come to a watery end. It was a shame to see that fire could so easily ruin that which she worked upon. But it was was a relief at the same time, considering it meant the harsh concentrating required for her to create the mouse and move it, was now lifted from her mind.
Not that she had much else to be thinking about.
At least that was true until she noticed the fiery dog running towards her. A part of her would have considered it was cute, if it wasn't really hot and big. Blinking, Melissa's pupils shrunk to the size of pin tops. What could she do, though? A moment passed, and by now she could feel the heat flying away from the dog, before Melissa burst into action and bolted, bouncing from her place behind the tree and bolting away from the hot animal. Conveniently into the area the person she had been observing was in.
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Post by Brandon Napier on Jun 19, 2011 20:43:10 GMT
The dog turned and Bam moved forward. The dog didn't move at all and it would almost seem like it was frozen... Except for the fact that the fire that the animal was made of kept flickering and dancing. The dog barked again and Bam made the dog plod over as it shrunk back down to its original size of a Jack Russell.
"Who are you?" Bam all but demanded and the dog looked from Bam to the girl and back again before it began to sniff the floor. Bam took a receipt out of his pocket, another for a coffee shop, and gave it to the animal, which ate the paper quite happily while smoke came from its mouth. "An' don't worry 'bout the dog. It won't hurt you." Bam told her and smiled softly before a grin came out.
No, Bam didn't plan on telling the blonde his name. He planned on finding out her name, finding out if it was this girl that had made the mouse... Well, be fair, who else would it be? Bam barely paid attention to the dog as it grew enough for Bam to stroke it softly and he watched the girl. The dog looked at Bam, then back at the girl, it gave a small noise, which stopped when Bam began scratching its ear softly.
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Post by Melissa Fern Clark on Jun 19, 2011 20:51:59 GMT
Melissa bit down on her tongue, then adjusted the hat resting upon her light blonde hair. Should she really be telling a stranger her name. Fumbling uneasily with the sleeves of her cardigan, she looked to the flaming dog, then back to the red haired fellow. "Er, I'm Melissa." She mumbled, timÃdly. Though he had said the dog wouldn't hurt her, she still believed the dog had every ability to hurt her. Mostly on his command, she assumed. Considering she'd never seen anything like a dog on fire, which she thought would have been terribly cruel, she just thought that the animal she was currently looking at was fire.
"Uhm, is that you doing that? It looks really cool. I made the mouse!" Melissa chirped, before quietening down and slipping her hands into her pockets. A cold breeze blew by, ruffling her hair as puffs of Melissa's breath blew up into her face, then floated away.
((OOC: Her outfit is like the left image in her signature))
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Post by Brandon Napier on Jun 19, 2011 21:34:28 GMT
Bam nodded at her question, then his grin widened slightly. The dog sat and Bam looked down at it while it watched the girl. It's tongue hung out of its mouth and it barked softly before beginning to paw at the ground a little.
"Sorry about the mouse..." Bam mumbled, looking at where the puddle had been before the fire dog lay on the floor and smoke began coming from under the animal. Bam sighed softly and shook his head at the dog. Both dog and owner then looked at the girl and the dog let its tongue loll out of its mouth, obviously happy with burning up whatever leaves, etc. was under the animal. "It was kinda cool, though." He said then realised what he'd said. "I mean besides the fact that it was made from ice..." He spoke, laughed, and looked down at the dog.
Once again, the red haired, 5'7 boy showed affection that came from years of having the fire animal as a companion, and Bam considered keeping the dog around full time... It would just eat paper and such... And because it was fire, it never actually went to the bathroom... And it would be so cool to have a pet dog made out of fire... But then it would be obvious that Bam was a freak... That's what he thought himself as, anyway... A freak... But he didn't mind being a freak... It was fun... He could terrify people...
Great fun.
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