Post by John on Sept 4, 2010 20:43:12 GMT -8
The roof of the Junior building was full of people chatting, skipping class and all around being social. That would all be interupted as John "The Raging Flame" Ong made his way into the middle of everyone. Pulling the silver hamer from his side he would spin it around by the handle and raise it to everyone.
"If your not looking to get burned."
At the end of his sentence his entire body would ignite in flame's, his red hair had yellow high lights and was beng pushed around by the flame and hot air, his red shirt was fluttering in the rising air, his pants where loose fitting and fluttering as well. Everyone knew it was Asiv's lap dog and descided not to mess with him today. They all made their way off the roof. Once they all left, the final one shut the door to the roof.
"GOD DAMNIT!"
John would slam the hammer down as the fire around him burst higher and hotter, spreading in his anger. He would hurl the hammer off to his left without a care the end impaling into the wall as he pushed the fire onward. His red eyes glowing with a mass of anger, his shirt was scorching even with its custom fire proof fibers, holes where starting to appear as it blackened in area's, along with parts of the leggings in his pants.
"Fine!"
And just like that the fire was gone, evaperating in the air. He would walk over to the edge and reach into his pocket pulling out a pack of cig's that had been half burnt away already. Lifting one to his lips he would light his thumb and then the cig. Breathing in a good full drag of lung cancer and exhaled the by product.
"If your not looking to get burned."
At the end of his sentence his entire body would ignite in flame's, his red hair had yellow high lights and was beng pushed around by the flame and hot air, his red shirt was fluttering in the rising air, his pants where loose fitting and fluttering as well. Everyone knew it was Asiv's lap dog and descided not to mess with him today. They all made their way off the roof. Once they all left, the final one shut the door to the roof.
"GOD DAMNIT!"
John would slam the hammer down as the fire around him burst higher and hotter, spreading in his anger. He would hurl the hammer off to his left without a care the end impaling into the wall as he pushed the fire onward. His red eyes glowing with a mass of anger, his shirt was scorching even with its custom fire proof fibers, holes where starting to appear as it blackened in area's, along with parts of the leggings in his pants.
"Fine!"
And just like that the fire was gone, evaperating in the air. He would walk over to the edge and reach into his pocket pulling out a pack of cig's that had been half burnt away already. Lifting one to his lips he would light his thumb and then the cig. Breathing in a good full drag of lung cancer and exhaled the by product.
