InsaneJournal

RP: Melting Snow
Who: St. John, Libra
Where: The front yard of House #3
When: February 18, 2010, afternoon
Rating/Warning: Language.
Summary: John is bored.
Status: Complete



St. John didn't really want to get a job, but he wasn't sure what else to do. He didn't want to go to school, either, and anyway he was pretty sure the semester had already started. Everyone he lived with was boring and he thought it was too damn bad that both Bobby and Jaime's houses were full. Not that he really wanted to live with Jaime, but she was familiar and easy to annoy.

Not particularly feeling like trolling through the journals today, he made his way outside after dressing appropriately for the weather. The weather was another annoying thing. Did it have to snow so fucking much? It often made his thoughts drift to Bobby and what Kitty had said about his 'future.' He still wasn't sure he believed it, mostly because he couldn't really imagine fighting -- really fighting -- his friend.

Maybe he'd felt bad and let Bobby think he'd won.

He snorted at himself and glanced around at the white world in annoyance, his lighter already in his hand. In a sudden motion, he flipped the top off and lit it, outstretching his arm as he sent a jet of flames towards a pile of thick snow. Surely this was a productive way to spend an afternoon.