OH CANADA (open)

[Frey Matykus]

Frey was in a very agitated attitude.

He forgot that America was very no no to the likeness of Mary Jane. As opposed to Canada where it was considered practically legal. If it wasn't for those meddling DEA trying to encroach their way into Canada it pretty much would be.

I have to try and find new connections all over again.....ballz that takes too waaaaay too long.

sob.

!!!

Hmmmm?

*inhale*

"ANYONE GOT WEED?!!!!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

everyone withing viewing distance stopped immediately and glared at him.

....

T____T

"WELL FUCK YOU ALL TOO!!!" he growled loudly as he stomped off.

He pulled a raspberry lollipop out of his hoodie's pocket and unwrapped it right before popping it into his mouth with out delay.

Argh, even though I am surrounded by my continental cousin I don't feel any better about my situation. In fact I would feel safer inside a cheap back street hooker without a condom in downtown Dundas rather than here fucking cali.

CALI

weed central wannabe and no weed in sight but overweight idiots as far as the eye can see.


Oh, don't get me wrong.
I'm not racist.
I hate racists.
I just hate idiots and these people seem to be the flavour....no Firefox...not flavor...FLAVOUR! U...ASSHOLE I'LL SHOW YOU!!!! (adds word to dictionary) of the month in that regard.


ANYWAYS

I have loads of time to bitch about how many braincells it takes qualifies you to be a intelligent being in this state.

Weed first.
Priorities right?

"Hey guy!" yelled a random voice.

!!!
guy?
!!!

Frey turns only to be greeted by 2 snickering idiots from his class.

T____________T

First day here and already with the Canada jokes.

*facepalm*

"So how you like the weather here canuck?Must be very different from your igloos and snow. Bahahahaha." Laughed the one on the left.

"Sorry bro we don't have blubber sandwiches here, maybe you should head back to your wannabe America country. We'll let you take a phone and a TV back with you so you don't die of boredom with your beavers and pussy beers." laughed the other.

:/

Frey crossed his arms lazily and waited till they were done being retarded.

"and what ABOOT the lollipop EH GUY? don't have any of those up there either?

*an eyebrow cocked up on Frey's face*

"ooh did we strike a cord there? Fuckin faggot?"

Frey sighed and turned deciding that getting worked up on these lowlifes wasn't worth the effort.

Plus, weed was waiting somewhere in this bloody school.

"HEY DOUCHEBAG! WE'RE TALKING TO YOU ASSHOLE"!

...

wait what?

"HEY DOUCHEBAG! WE'RE TALKING TO YOU ASSHOLE"!...<___<

"HEY DOUCHEBAG! WE'RE TALKING TO YOU ASSHOLE"!<--(poke)

"HEY DOUCHEBAG! WE'RE TALKING TO YOU ASSHOLE!" (there you go)

"Somewhere where I can think as it seems that your black hole of a mind is sucking away at my IQ points and Patience." he said indifferently.

"What you say?" said dumb.
"Let him be man, Canadian ass coward." said dumber.

O_____e

OH NOES YOU DID NOT

Frey stopped and popped the lollipop in his mouth and left it there secured in his lips.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>:]

Frey walked to wards the two and pulled out a switch blade from his pocket. He flipped it open and tossed up in the air to wards the weaker looking one.

"Here you can use this, might as well make this fun right?" he smirked just as he bound at dumb.

The idiot didn't even put up a fight for he was too confused at the fact that Frey gave his buddy a knife to fight with.

CRACK

Left to the jaw.

Right hand grabbing his hair and rocketing his face to Frey's knee.

CRACK

As Dumb dropped to the ground like a bag of potatoes, Frey turned to greet the not so confused anymore one he named Dumber.

He was rushing to wards him with the knife aimed at Frey's belly.

"You're holding it backwards." Said Frey coolly.

The idiot stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at the knife.

He was holding it right, but what surprised him was the foot coming straight up to his face.

ouch!

Both of the idiots lay whimpering on the floor holding their faces in agony.

Frey stood over the first guy and pulled out his zippo lighter; he proceeded to burn the lad's shirt while he was still wearing it.

=D

I likes warm.

Lets make it warmer.

*pulls out zippo lighter refilling fluid canister thingy, you know one of those small ones that fit in your hand, and dowses the kid in it*

FOOOOOOOOM

XDDDDDDDDDDD

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Frey turns round to the other horrified kid as the one behind was screaming in agony and rolling around in an urgent manner. He bends over and picks up his knife, cleaning it then pocketing it. The lollipop was then plucked from his lips and held with the stick end out.

"Oh and by the way?" smiled Frey darkly. "We invented the telephone."

Jab Jab.

Both eyes punctured.

With that Frey started to walk away sucking contently at the lollipop and looked around menacingly.

"ANYONE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH CANADA??!! I will gladly accept your complaints here."

[Sara Quinn]

Sara practically skipped down the street... Well as much as she could with a crutch under her arm. She was having a good day. A very good day. the brace was finally off her leg. She still had the crutch because it was going to help her walk, since she technically shouldn't be putting weight on it her injured knee, but the brace was gone. That was what mattered.

She loose sweat pants caught on the crutch and she paused to fix them. Even her pants almost falling couldn't bring her mood down today. It was finally time to start some crazy ass shit at the school, off some people, and bring down the school board!! YUS ME >D It was all falling into place... >3 Perfect...

"ANYONE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH CANADA??!! I will gladly accept your complaints here."

Sara was pulled from her thoughts and looked around, confused. Where the fuck was she? " Well this didn't seem right... Was she at school? " Oh well... Did it matter? No, not particularly... BUT CANADA O= Now that mattered. That was some EPIC shit.

Sara was from Canada. Sent to these damn high schools because her parents didn't want to deal with her... issues... Now look what that got her? Crazy Sara was now crazy after being here... Absolutely... not right in the head... it was kinda nice... BUT BACK TO CANADA O=

Her gaze fell to the guy walking down the hall. And then to the people behind him. Nice...~~~ Epic....~~~~ How the hell had she missed that one happening? O______O Now THAT was her type of entertainment these days. She stepped in his path a smile on her face. "Canada eh? I'm from Canada. I miss home..." ^_____^ And then she grabbed her crutch with both hands, and, gently putting her weight on her injured leg, she swung the metal crutch like a bat. This was nice <3 Sara liked not relying on the her crutches anymore. And what better way to get back on her feet then a fight with a fellow Canadian? <333 Wow... Crazy Sara was crazy... <333 Wasn't it sweet?

[Frey Matykus]

"Canada eh? I'm from Canada. I miss home..."
!!!
Huh?
!!!

Frey had his eyes closed with a victorius smile on his face when he heard the tiny voice come out of no where.

Oh?
He opened his eyes and looked down and the young woman that was smiling ever so sweetly at him.

"Oh finally someone I can relate to! I know ri--"

Cheek: Oh hello metal crutch, nice to meet you.

Metal Crutch: OVER 9000!!!!

BOOOF

>_________e

And before he knew it, Frey was airborne by means of a metal crutch at mach 2. Like an epic rocky movie, his body followed his head as it spun and flew backwards.

He landed on his back and rolled a few times before coming to a stop.

...


x___X

>___<

O___@

>___<

O___O

T___T

"Flagergaficng?!" He asked with a swollen cheek."spitting out blood in the process.

...

He stopped to pull out the lollipop from his mouth...well what was left of it...the stick only, the rest shattered and riddled the insides of his cheek.

*spit spit*

A good amount of blood came out with it as well as he managed to stand up amd wipe it off with his forearm.

*ahem*

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!??!!" he yelled at the girl. "You from quebec or something? Crazy ass french wannabes! You do know that was my last one too!"

Frey walked at the way back up to her and stood as he was before.

"American ethics fuck up your thought process? When you say hi you give them your hand. Not your crutch! Here try it with me." Said Frey in an annoyed fashion, he wasn't about to kill the first Canadian he met in a foriegn land....The embassy wouldn't like that very much....plus he was more caustious now making sure to watch her every move...fucking cunt was fast. "Hi, My name is crazy bitch with a crutch. I am canadian aswell. How do you do? Not so hard right?"

With that, he spat a mouthful of blood in her face.

.....
.....

"Minus the spitting of blood....I came up with that myself....not part or ettiqutte protocol.." he added after a moment's pause.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara's crutch slammed into his face. She felt a sick delight well up inside her when she felt the connection. That... felt.... GREAT >D She watched him roll a few times before coming to a stop. O___O epic.... <3

It started as a small giggle, a couple sputters as she watched him spit blood. Then it turned into all out laughter, so hard she was supporting herself on her crutch where she stood. Oh wow... That was to funny... So good... She barely heard him over her laughter as he started yelling at her. His comments only seemed to fuel her laughter. It was turning into hysteria. Poor Sara just wasn't mentally able to handle so many lulz at once D: But it was just to funny...

As he walked towards her, she managed to calm herself enough that she was standing straight again... And laughing up at him. Sara had no problem with laughing in his face. As far as she was concerned, he deserved it. Little punk thought he was all tough <3 How cute <3

She tried very hard to sober herself up. There was going to be a fight. She was sure of it. ^___^ She intended to make sure there was a fight today. For this reason, she didn't get angry when he called her crazy bitch with a crutch. As far as she knew, it was pretty accurate, and hey, if he wanted to assume she needed the crutch more then she did, why not?

What DID get her angry though was the spit. On her face. =__=" Oh hell no... Fucker did NOT just go there. All laughter ceased and she dropped her head, wiping the spit from her face. She stared at her hand for a moment before looking back up at him, a sick, twisted smile on her face.

"Hi... I'm the crazy bitch with the crutch, heheh... And I'm not from Quebec, I'm from Newfoundland." ^___^ See? Sara could be polite. Sara had etiquette. Bugger thought she didn't? Anyone from Canada would know a little bit about the lifestyle of Newfies ^___^ And their love of fights... and beer... and fights... GOD SHE LOVED TO FIGHT OwO

As soon as the words finished leaving her mouth her hand moved out with all her speed to touch his stomach. One touch was all she needed. Just one. The moment she touched him, a faint green wind would cover her body, flowing gently just above her skin. A small boom would signal the activation of her qi, and he would be hit with an amazing ton of force, throwing him back and away from her. Normally, her qi was for running away. But this was a school hallway. He would instead be thrown back into the lockers behind him, slamming into the wall. YUSH! A quick step forward followed, a small wince from the pain in her leg, and the arm rest of her crutch would meet his neck, pinning him to the lockers as she held the other end, out of his range. "Where are you from?" ^__^ <3

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STR +5, DEX +5
... Ma bad... ><"

[Frey Matykus]

The woman was laughing like a maniac the entire time as he yelled at her but as soon as the spit hit her face all laughter stopped.

Oh?!

"Hi... I'm the crazy bitch with the crutch, heheh... And I'm not from Quebec, I'm from Newfoundland."

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Explains the wannabe irish attitude.

Her next move was like lighting.

O_________________________O

...

O____________O

...

T______T

A tap on the tummy?

Green wind?

"Well excuse you--" he started.

CRASH!!!!

Frey opened his eyes and found himself in the lockers behind him with her crutch pinning him by the throat.

>>>:3

Yummy

"Where are you from?" she smiled sweetly at him.

"Toronto, but both my parents are Irish." He returned just as sweetly and looked down the girl's shirt, nice view. "Name's Frey, Frey Matykus. Pleasure's allllll mine."

Frey was a realist and he wasn't going to deny the fact that this girl was out of his league for now so might as well enjoy the ride right? He relaxed his muscles and leaned back against the lockers and reverted to his usually chilled nature. He nudged the crutch alittle so that it atleast pinned him as comfortably as can be without choking him.

"Careful now. You're starting to give me a hard on." he chuckled, " so what brings you this far south and what;s with the crutch? Someone kick your ass recently? Is that what this is all about? Get your knee busted and now you're taking it out on the new guy? I'm flattered, never thought I'd meet someone that would make me want to wear them like a condom this much. Hahaha."

Frey studied the crutch some more as he talked, he noticed the button on the side that would collapse the crutch to just more than half of it's length and he looked down at the girl's knee. She was obviously putting alot of her wieght into the crutch and quite abit of it was in the bad knee too by the look of those winces.

hmmm.

"Oooooh! Looky what we have here." he said as he pointed at the button to distract her.

At the moment she would look at it, he would press it and he sent a swift kick to her bad knee when her mind was too busy thinking. He was alot taller than her and she wasn't far from him cuz the crutch wasn't very long due to her height so this was achieved easily and efficiently.

He opened his arms wide and smiled as she stumbled into his tight hug.

"My my. Bold aren't you? and here I thought you weren't that sort of girl." he sighed jokingly as he tightened his arms around her ribs and pulled her in so close that she wouldn't be able to do much damage at all with her legs.

"So my place or yours?"

[Matrim Gallagher]

Matrim was resting against lockers down the hall, his head leaning against the locker. He had been watching the entire time from a distance. Something about fighting always got him glued in, and this one was rather boring. Sara fighting with an injury didn't piss him off in the slightest. What had was her choice of an opponent. This wasn't the time to go after someone weak, it was the time to go after someone of equal or greater strength. A challenge, someone you could truly fight. But this was different, a lot different.

"Hey Sara, who's the fresh blood?" Matrim called out, not moving his head from resting against the locker. He was tired of watching this pathetic fight. And he was going to get her before she could use her Qi. He noticed a pattern, in fights they had there had been time in between each time she could use it to it's full power. Then again, he had to do something for his too, something nobody caught on to.

"Couldn't fight anyone worth while eh? Perhaps your just.... too afraid?"

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[Sara Quinn]

"Name's Frey, Frey Matykus. Pleasure's allllll mine."

Sara glared at him. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Sara was angry now. She hadn't been before, but now she was. He had looked at her chest. That, at this point in time, was a no-no. Her shirt was a lower cut t-shirt. It didn't show much of it, but the scar was still visible. It had healed nicely, and wasn't so much of an eyesore, but it was still there. And she didn't like ANYONE looking at it. Even if her cleavage was really nice <3 That wasn't the point. The point was, the hand print scar was NOT to be looked at D< by ANYONE D<

In her anger, the crutch was adjusted against his neck. It didn't matter, this wasn't meant to be the killing blow. Or at least it hadn't until he continued to talk. Her face hardened and she pressed the crutch harder against his neck. Was he mocking her? She was shaking with anger, trying to control herself. She would kill him. Right off, just kill him, if she attacked now. She blocked out his voice, and took some deep breaths. She turned to look at him after a few moment, a sick smile on her face. "If you only knew what I was going to-"

"Oooooh! Looky what we have here."

Stupidly, her gaze dropped to the button, as she stopped mid threat. "What?"



She fell forward as the crutch collapsed... Right into his ams. She winced, hissing in a breath as her knee spasmed in pain. "Fucker... Shit..." She practically growled at him as his arms tightened. Tilting her head up to look at him, her lips curved in an evil smile, she spoke, her words dripping with venom. "It doesn't matter where, I'll kill you either place..." She chuckled softly. "I swear to god, I'll kill you..."

"Hey Sara, who's the fresh blood?"

She froze for only a moment and then dropped her head to Frey's chest with a defeated sigh. Fuck... Of all the people... It had to be him. She had managed to completely ignore him, and avoid him since... Since when " ? Uhh... Oh jeez... Since they had slept together... Why was he here now? DDDD: Always ruining her fun... TT.TT She was going to kill someone and he was going to ruin it for her... TT.TT Stupid ass...

At his next words, she turned her head to look at Matrim, pushing out of Frey's arms, slamming him back against the locker as she forced him away. She kept one hand on his chest both to help support herself and to keep him in place. She wasn't done with him yet. She tripped slightly on her leg, but ignored it, standing straight, shifting her leg to her uninjured leg.

"The kid is none of your business. Who I choose to fight is none of your business. So why don't you just run along..." Shit... She needed to hurry up and get her Qi ready again. This sucked... Fucking time shit... But she was smart. She had caught on already, and the fact that he wasn't moving wasn't good. =__= Oh yeah, she knew. Little fucker thought she didn't, but she did. And it wasn't happening. She moved quickly, turning back to the wall of lockers. With the hand that wasn't holding Frey to a looker, she ripped the lock off the nearest locker, popping it open and pulling it off. Then she whipped the lock at Matrim.

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STR +5, DEX +5

[Frey Matykus]

What a surprise.

Frey had higher hopes for his fellow canadian but turns out she's just another idiot girls like the rest of the planet.

OOOOhhh

Look at me.
I'm wearing sexy clothes with my tits hanging out everywhere. Aren't I sexy?

Yummy

EEWWWW
You pervert, staring me down like a hound dog. Do I look like a slut?

umm
Well duh?


DON'T DRESS UP IF YOU DON'T WANT US TO LOOK.

Fuck.

And people wonder why I want to burn the planet into ashes.
Full of idiots.

"It doesn't matter where, I'll kill you either place..." she threatened.

"Is that what they call it these days then?" he purred. "There's a janitor's closet right there if you're in a hurry."

^___^

"Hey Sara, who's the fresh blood?" said a voice.

???

<_<

Does no one know how to politely introduce themselves anymore?!!!!
...
well at least his grammar wasn't off.
Proper comma placement and all, I'll give him that much.

?!?!?!?

The girl left his embrace and kept a hand on him as a means to keep him in place.

Clearly Physics wasn't strong within this grasshopper but Frey decided to let her keep the hand on him as she turned to the new guy.

What? It's soft.
Bite me.
....
Lower.
....
LOWER
....
There you go.

Anyways back to the current situation.

His very existence seemed to bother her greatly.
Hmm
I wonder why?

The electricity was thick in the air and it felt eerily familiar.
I've felt this before.

Arch enemies?
No.
The fight would've erupted faster.

Competitive buddies?
No.
They would be much friendlier to each other.

Ex?
No.
They would've resorted to verbal abuse by now.

O________O

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>:3

Frey Shot his hand out and snatched the lock in mid air as it flew to the other lad.

"You owe me a joint." He whispered to the guy in the same manner as someone would call out shotgun.

With that he brought his fist that was clutching the lock back towards the arms that was pinning him to the lockers. The fist connected with the inside of her elbow, instantly buckling it thus freeing him much too easily.

"Woooop" chuckled Frey as he let his weight free fall to the floor. As soon as his bum hit the ground he rolled sideways in a semi circle around the two to the other side of the corridor. He sat up against the wall under the windows and spun the lock in his index finger.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." he tutted at the girl with a smile. "You've been cheating on me haven't you dear? You never told me this gentlemen bagged you. What do you have to say for yourself?"

He reached in to his pocket and...;___;...oh yeah, she busted my last one.

"Hey buddy, got a lollipop?" he asked like nothing had happened.

=D

[Matrim Gallagher]

Pre-Ignition

Sara chucked a lock, and Matrim got ready to--- oh never mind about that. It seemed that his new friend had better ideas for the lock; ideas such as something to spin around on his finger to pass the time. Matrim turned his attention elsewhere though as Sara seemed to forget a few key things, "I beg to differ Sara...."

"Hey buddy, got a lollipop?"

Matrim took his bag off and slid it quickly across the ground to Frey, "There are marshmellows in there, feel free to snack on them. Oh, and if you need me to roast one of them...."

Ignition

Matrim's hands and feet became covered in flames, burning hotter and brighter than usual with the amount of training he had put into his schedule. His eyes focused on Sara as he finished his point to her, "... you seem to have forgotten that I am a pillar of this school, and the rules are no fighting on campus. While I'm currently rethinking the rules, I believe this is exactly the time of fight that can be considered my business."

Matrim charged with all of his new found speed, Sara had not fought a Matrim like this, and he was sure the boy would probably be shocked by the barefooted pillar who just set himself on fire. Matrim would lower his body as he ran, drawing back his left fist he would have his right shoulder forward and just as he reached Sara he would turn his body to the right, pushing hard on his left foot. His left fist would shoot up towards Sara's chin in a flaming uppercut to end all flaming uppercuts. He did not expect a one hit KO from this situation but he did know that should the attack land she would be in for one hell of a sore jaw.

(OOC: Qi Info
Constitution: 90 [-2 every other post]
Charisma: 67 [-5 Cha for ignition]
Posts of continuous use: 1)

[Sara Quinn]

Her lock was snatched out of the air... o.o"... >3> Well so much for that one... FRACK D< That idiot had no idea what he had just unleashed on her D< F.M.L.

Her arm suddenly collapsed as something slammed into her elbow, bending her arm. =_=" Bloody hell.... She tripped over her own feet, her injured leg not holding her weight. And her little friend was gone now to D< BLOODY HELL, she was going to KILL Matrim D< How was she supposed to have ANY fun, if he kept butting in!?

She supported herself with a hand against the locker as her eyes flickered towards the NEWB. Little shit... She would hunt him down and END him after this. And how the hell did he know that they had... Oh man, was she ever pissed... This was not going to end well... And it was completely the wrong time. She had just used her qi. Sara had an itching suspicion that he knew how her Qi worked. And that sucked.

She turned her head to Frey, pointing at him. "You. Don't talk to him." She turned her head back to Matrim. "And you. Don't you come NEAR me."

..... To late. Matrim's hands ignited. Fuck... -___-' Sara's head dropped. Shit was going to hit the fan now. O_______O" Wait... Sara eyes focused on his feet. Well... That was new. Crap... She tried to step back as he started to talk. Oh please no... She didn't want to fight him. She went from being the cockiest person in the damn hall, to being completely afraid. She didn't want to fight Matrim. "There's no fight Matrim... No fight- shit!"

He charged her. And he was fast. Faster then she had ever known. This sucked... A lot. -__-' She wasn't going to be able to get out of this one. I love you mom... and dad... kinda dad... Hail Mary, full of of grace... Or atleast that's what she would have thought... IF HE WASN'T SO FRIGGIN' FAST D< She braced herself, and his fist slammed into her chin. Her head slammed back and she was airborne. She landed hard on her back, a ways down the hall, completely stunned by the utter strength of his attack. She rolled onto her side, her hand rubbing her jaw as she whimpered. The pain radiating from it was ridiculous. The pain was intense. It completely overshadowed the pain from her knee. Her skin was warm from his flames. The hit had been to quick to burn her, but his flames were hotter, and the skin was sensitive to the touch.

She pushed herself up to look at him, one hand on the floor to hold herself up, the other still rubbing her jaw. "What the FUCK Matrim... Shit..." Her eyes closed as she winced. Her jaw was going to KILL for the next WEEK. That ASS. She wasn't even going to be able to stand on her leg properly. But she could try... Maybe... -__-' She really didn't want to fuck up her knee more then it already was, but if she had to, she was willing to fight on the leg.

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[Frey Matykus]

"There are marshmallows in there, feel free to snack on them. Oh, and if you need me to roast one of them...." replied the friendly stranger.

"But I don't like --"

IGNITION!

FOOOM

O_____O

*Frey frantically searches for the marshmallows in the bag and whips them out*

"Let's roast some bitches!" he roared in excitement.

Human roasted marshmallows wasn't something he was going to pass anytime this millennium.


"You. Don't talk to him." spat the girl.

;____;

"But I wannaaaaaaaaaaa." pouted Frey. "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!!"

???
He listened to her whimper in fear as the the guy was readying to fuck her up with his flaming limbs.

: /

And there went all of his respect for her.
Groveling before him so pitifully.

*sigh*

and I had such high hopes for her being canadian and all, so much for your newfie spirit fucking bitch.

"This the kinda coward image you portray for us?" he asked indifferently at the cowering girl as he picked through the bag of marshmallows, trying to decide which would be worthy of being roasted of epic human fire.

BOOOF!

O___O

>___>

>______>

>___________>

Frey watched the girl fly back like he was watching a bag float in the wind.

: /

"You shoulda dodged." he shrugged as he leaned over to stand up. "So is this how it works then fellow canadian? Get your ass handed to you by some other person and make a pitiful show of it then take it out on the new guy? If you are going to fight with a sword be prepared to die by it as well."

He made his way to the guy and squatted down by his flaming left foot. Pulling out his knife, he stuck the marshmallow firmly onto it and purred as the warm flames roasted it nicely. "Sweet flames bro. You gotta teach me this stuff. Didn't know someone could be a human torch, must be epic warm."

O___O

Oh man! I'll never be cold in winter again!

BUAHAHAHA TAKE THAT MOTHER NATURE!

*Frey proceeds to whistle the chocobo song as he rotated the marshmallow around slowly*

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Sweet flames bro. You gotta teach me this stuff. Didn't know someone could be a human torch, must be epic warm." The guy said and Matrim smiled. It was the truth, he was pretty warm thanks to the flames. All the heat but none of the burn; a pretty sweet deal when you think about it.

"You're telling me! I love walking around barefoot, and thanks to the warm climate and the whole flaming feet situation I'm always able to do so," Matrim said. He was going to question forever if his feet flames made the marshmellows taste funny. Luckily he had taken a shower like he did every morning, or else that might have been some rank toe flame. "So Sara, you gonna stop picking on this kid and make with the nice? Settle down and grab a marshmellow, I'm sure I can keep this going long enough to get us full of..." Every term he could think of for melted marshmellows sounded dirty in his mind so he just said, "Marshmellowy goodness."

Matrim would then turn his attention to the new kid, "I give lessons on Qi but... it's hard to say what your Qi will end up being... and to be fair that girl was normal before our training sessions..." He said looking up at Sara, still talking to the kid roasting marshmellows, "Sorry I missed your name, what was it? I'm Matrim Gallagher, the School Captain."

(OOC: Qi Info
Constitution: 88 [-2 every other post]
Charisma: 67 [-5 Cha for ignition]
Posts of continuous use: 2)

[Sara Quinn]

Sara watched in complete... God, she didn't even know what she was right now. She was pissed, confused, embarrassed. That had sucked. Stupid little shits. She hoped the little fucker died from roasting marshmallows on that fire =_=' She sighed, trying to play it cool as she pushed herself to her feet, leaning heavily on the lockers. That would have been an epic fight if he hadn't interfered. Stupid ass.

"Shut up Matrim, no one cares." She flicked her hair over her shoulder. God she wanted to pulverize him right now. It would have to wait though. She was in no condition to be fighting him right now. She was out. And she wasn't going back for the stupid crutch either. She turned away from the two of them and hobbled down the hall. Fuck it, she was going home.