[open thread] ready to burn out

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Characters: Pyro, you.
Setting: The mansion's foyer.
Content: Guess what pyrokinetic terrorist is back!
Status: Open and Incomplete.


Home. As if that's where John was.

He looked at the mahogany finish of the winding staircases, the softly lit halls connected to the foyer. It was quiet, because it was late, but he could hear the tell-tale sound of students in the den, playing video games and talking. It didn't feel like home--or maybe it did, because what had ever felt like home to John except for someplace he felt he didn't belong?

He held the Zippo lighter tightly in his hand, opened and closed the metal back and forth against his palm. The flame ignited to life and died with each swipe of his hand, over and over again. The sound was of little comfort, but it gave his fingers something to do.

Maybe he should feel nervous, coming back to this place, but he was too disgusted, too resigned and angry to be nervous. The suffocating feelings filling his chest were only shame and frustration for coming back here after everything--tail between his legs. And for what? Redemption? A second start? He didn't want those things.

John wasn't exactly sure what he wanted as his dark, hostile gaze traced the open foyer, one that held so many memories, all of them tainted with bitterness, good and bad. Maybe he could burn it down. Set it up in flames, turn around and leave for good. He stilled his hands, the flame from his lighter licking warmth into his hovering palm.

Tempting.

But he shut the Zippo with a click.

[open log] a day in the life of Jono Starsmore, the human furnace

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