st john (pornoforpyros) wrote in bemarvelous, @ 2011-07-26 21:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! in progress, ! log, character: st. john allerdyce, character: wade wilson |
WHO: St. John and Wade
WHAT: St. John’s starting fires and accidentally catches Wade’s attention.
WHERE: Right outside Mutant Town, NYC
WHEN: TODAY I GUESS
St. John liked to start fires far before he was given the gift to shape fire. He believed in his heart that his mutation was a gift. A gift from God? Sure. He remembered the nuns at the school he went to when he was a kid. What would they think of him now? Would they think he was a sinner or a saint, using his God-given gifts to do work. Maybe it wasn’t the right kind of work, but you can’t feed orphans with his powers. He didn’t have much work to do lately, keeping under covers. He was very nearly homeless for a bit-- his belongings were at this apartment but he never was. He was afraid SHIELD would pick him up. St. John was still wanted for questioning but never did he feel as if he was being followed. No one was watching his apartment as far as he could tell. The first few weeks, he slept on the floor at Vanessa’s, near Pietro on his couch. Then they moved on, so he did too. He’s since found another apartment, abandoning the other one and (hopefully) the agents watching him. He only needed to sleep about four hours a night, anyway. The rest of the night was spent practicing and playing with his powers. Starting little fires in dumpsters and extinguishing them before they got out of hand. As much as he liked the roar of the fire, the fear and uncertainty that came with big fires, little ones required just as much concentration. He thought he could stay incognito enough, in an alley just outside of Mutant Town, warming his hands over a small trash-can fire in the dead of night. Except, someone approached him and he didn’t like that at all. The small fire in the metal can became a large wall of fire, singeing the bricks on either side of the alley. The wall was perfect, big enough to keep someone away from him. All the while, it wasn’t getting out of control and catching the buildings it was between. If the fire wasn’t enough, St. John shouted, “Get out of here, buddy.” |