fire at the disco [open]

[THOMAS LULA ROTH]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: transparent, width: 400px; height: 300px;] danger! high voltage! fire in the disco. fire in the taco bell. fire in the disco. fire in the gates of hell. don't you want to know how we keep starting fires? it's my desire, it's my desire, it's my desire. danger! danger! high voltage! when we touch, when we kiss. Hiking had never really been Thomas' thing. He had many interests, broad in scope, but rarely did he ever get much physical activity. His mother had always chided him for that, saying that he would die before his time. Of course he had to be the little shit that told her when he did die, it would have to be his time. In any case, he decided that it would be a good thing for him, some physical exercise. Lately, his life had been pretty crazy. Full. And he could blame that on Thaddea. Though he wouldn't say "blame", that word was far too negative. He was incredibly thankful for it, her entrance in his life. The woman meant more to him than he could tell her. And when should he tell her how much she really meant? These were the kinds of thoughts that occupied him as he drove over to one of the trails leading into the mountains. He wore a t-shirt and jeans, because even though it was summer you couldn't catch him dead in shorts. Tom did not have the legs for that. He wore a backpack, bottle of water in a pocket on the side, and started up the trail optimistically. Animals called from trees, scurried along the ground, and he found it very peaceful. Why hadn't he thought to do this before? He may not have been the nature kind of person, but he did like his peace. Does that mean I'm getting old? Even though he was getting on in years, he didn't think about it much. He was only in his mid-thirties with so much to still accomplish; he didn't worry about that too much. Plus, he had someone in his life to look forward to now. As he continued up, he intermittently took sips from his bottle, before deciding that he better rest up so he didn't exhaust himself. He settled on a fallen log, taking out a pack of smokes from his jeans. In his mind, he defended this choice with the fact that he hadn't come up here to get healthy or anything like that. He lit up and watched the nature around him, sunlight filtering through the trees as he blew smoke from his mouth. After a few minutes, he absent-mindedly flicked the burning stick over his shoulder and went over to where he'd left his pack to check if he had stuffed his jacket in there. Seeing that he had, he shrugged it on and took another sip of water. After rummaging through it once more to make sure everything was there, he slung it over his shoulder and turned... ...to find a fire starting to swallow a log. Oh. Fuck. Tom quickly reached for the water bottle and pulled it from his pocket, readying to dump it over the fire. Only a few drips were left in it, and he groaned as he threw it to the ground. What else, what else...? He tried to think of something else that could stop the fire, not having enough outdoors experience to realize that throwing dirt over the raging fire would help. He was a mathematician, not an outdoors man. So, his bright idea was to flap his hands and summon wind to his fingers, which only encouraged the flame that now consumed the log he'd been sitting on. "Right, fucking...wind and shit," he said out of panic, grabbing the sides of his head. He gazed at the flames, while mumble-singing, "I didn't start the fire," under his breath. What did he even do in this situation? tag: open! | notes: help a brother out? | music: high voltage by electric six

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[LUCUS ROY ROSWELL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: transparent, width: 400px; height: 300px;] Fire. Luke absolutely hated fire. Of course, who would blame him? It had been the cause of a great misfortune in his life. A misfortune he claimed was the cause of many other misfortunes that occurred. Most of the time Luke tried his absolute best to stay as far away from any sort of fire he could. That included socializing with fire elementals as little as possible. He did talk to them. Most of those conversations were awkward and he tended to piss them long before getting the chance to know any of them. Today he wasn’t dealing with any fire elemental, but instead a wind elemental. One of his professors to be precise. It seemed the older man was giving fire a try. Luke hadn’t even thought his actions through before his body began to take action. Within seconds of seeing the flames, his feet had carried him over to the log. Along the way his shoulders had allowed his worn leather jacket to slip off and into his hands. Now if he had been thinking clearly, he most defiantly wouldn’t have sacrificed leather jacket but the sight of fire seemed to cloud his mental capacity leaving only one thought. The thought of another forest fire. It was possibly the only reason he hadn’t turned tail and booted it out of there. None the less, his jacket was quickly placed over top of the burning log, its thick leather smothering the fire. The crisis was averted. “The first step to extinguish a fire is to smother it.” A moment of silence had followed Luke suffocated the fire, broken when he gave that small lesson. Imagine that? A student teaching a Professor. Perhaps Luke was a tiny bit smarter than he gave himself credit for? Nah. “You realize,” Blue eyes looked up at as Luke’s body twisted around to face the older man, “you owe me a new jacket.” At first the expression on Luke’s face was stern but if anyone knew Luke well enough they knew he wouldn’t be able to hold that expression for long. Sure enough, the frown was transformed into a grin, pleased that he had one up on a professor. Was that childish? Probably, but why would Luke care? After all, he was considered the class clown, even in college level. He always enjoyed pushing the buttons to the limit. Not enough to get him kicked out of class. Oh no, that would only cause a long, drawn out lecture from his grandmother over the phone. He wasn’t sure how she would find out about it, but she would. She was like some sort of psychic or something. Defiantly not someone you wanted to piss off, especially when she was paying for most of your schooling.

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