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[Dusty Compton]

Dusty strolled down a dark, dingy back alley. Most people would be scared coming down here, unless they were the kind of person to carry a gun and a pocket full of drugs. Which Dusty didn't doubt most of the people in this area were. Strangely enough, Dusty wasn't scared at all. Even if she was, she would have put on a brave face and paced through it, hands in pockets and head down. But she sort of got a feeling of adrenaline going down there.. and she liked it, a lot.

Especially when she saw a gang just ahead of her, all stood in a rather suspicious looking circle. She was aware that walking straight towards them would be dangerous. She didn't care all that much, but she would rather stay alive, which she might not if she stormed right through the center of their group.

She looked around her, looking for some turn off so that she could avoid the group. All she saw was a load of litter and objects that she really didn't want to be able to identify. No matter, she'd just have to pass by them. A group of around eight all males. None of which had actually seen her yet.

Feeling more reckless than she usually did, she walked straight ahead. Just at that moment, one of the guys saw her. They all immediately shoved something into their pockets, and folded their arms, trying to 'act natural', apparently. So they weren't going to try anything with her, thankfully.

She pushed through them, and looked down as she felt somebody gripping her arm. So they were going to do something. They all looked down at her, towering above her, even though she was quite tall for a girl. She examined the group. The one holding her arm had pasty white skin, especially when compared to the two behind him with incredibly dark skin. He looked sort of silly next to them, but still intimidating, and dangerous. His hair was black, and he was wearing all black. She couldn't help but think about her ex boyfriend as she looked at him.. there was a lot of resemblance. Every person in the group was wearing black, to blend in with the black of the sky.

She was beginning to wonder if they were actually going to do anything to her, but then one of them slid a hand up her skirt, and they all began egging him on, pushing her around in the circle. She screamed. This was an instance when she was scared, because she didn't doubt that they might actually kill her.. A hand clapped over her mouth, and she struggled violently. Her heart was pumping, and her neck was stretched right back. She went through in her mind everything that had been good in her life, wanting to be happy in the moment she died.

Somebody was walking down the alley. She screamed again, breaking free from the hand around her mouth for just a second. Please, please could they help her.

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[Rome Ashen Pandora]

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There were two things very wrong with today.

Firstly, it was raining. And it wasn't even the pouring down, get soaked to the skin type of rain either. No. It was the pathetic rain. The type of rain that didn't quite make you wet, but you weren't exactly dry either.

Fuck sake.

Angrily, Rome scraped her hair into a messy bun at the top of her head, not caring that strands of it were already falling down. Looking up, she glared at the grey clouds that rolled across in the sky above, and softly cursed in Italian. It had been perfectly dry, just seconds ago. But no, this was fucking England. Where the sun never appeared, apparently.

Rolling her eyes, she leaned back against the wall behind her, and dangled her tanned legs off the edge of the concrete ledge she was currently sat on. Impatiently, she peeled off her flame retardant, fingerless gloves and shoved them roughly into the back pocket of her denim shorts. Yes, she knew it was Winter. No, she didn't really give a fuck. She was wearing tights, anyway. Albeit a little on the ripped side, but apparently that was her theme today. Scruffy. With a touch of rain. Fuck sake.

Rome jumped up onto the ledge, and flexed her fingers, grinning widely now. Ever since she had found out her power, she had been using it non-stop. Focusing all her energy into the crook of her palm, Rome felt the familiar sensations of warmth circle her hand, and gasped when a small fire erupted out of her skin. She would never get used to it. The flames, i mean. They were just so.. beautiful. Bringing her hands together, she enlarged the flames and used it to heat her body and evaporate all the water droplets from the rain off her skin.

Once the rain finally stopped spitting, she hopped down, landing with ease, and began to lazily walk forward, not really caring that she was missing lessons. It wasn't as if she was learning anything anyway. People only went to school to learn enough shit to get decent jobs, and earn money. Rome already had money. Therefore, there was no need to go to school. Simple logic.

As she was walking past, a few pathetic excuses for men were dawdling near a corner, and when she came near, one particularly spotty prick gave her the old head-to-toe and wolf whistled in her direction. Rome smirked, before flipping him off. Even she drew a line at fucking ugly freaks.

Gloves spilling out her back pocket, and her heels tapping away at the floor, Rome tugged on her cropped black leather jacket, hiding away her shirt that had been unfortunately ripped in a few places. Pfft. Just kidding, she'd purposefully got some scissors and cut away. Kinda gave it an edge, and plus, it screamed dangerous. And dangerous, she loved.

Reaching up, she let her hair loose, her waves now slightly curlier, the dampness of it making it shine. She ran a hand through the strands, and frowned when her skin touched water. Urgh. Fucking rain. Shoving her hands in her pockets, Rome continued to walk, until she reached a dark alley, where there seemed to be some sort of party going on. Or, more like gang bang. Narrowing her eyes, Rome changed her direction and began to stride towards the alley, her walk glowing with a type of confidence that had a slight fieriness in it.

Upon reaching the scene unnoticed, Rome casually leaned against the opposite wall that they were all huddled around, and raised a freshly plucked brow. "All of you guys hitting on just the one girl?" She smirked, but this time, there was an edge of anger in it. "Hardly seems fair does it?" Rome quickly judged the situation. There were a heck of a lot more guys than there were girls, and if it came to a fight, she would lose. No question 'bout it. She waited, as one by one, the guys turned around to stare at her, and came up with a quick solution. They would have to run. As much as she hated it, they were going to have to run. Fuck. She hated it when things weren't in her favour. Fucking ruined her day.

The tallest guy; Rome assumed him to be the leader, took a step forward and grinned, much to her disgust. He looked better without a smile on his face. Better yet, he looked better without a face at all.

"Yer jealous, swee'heart? Nahh, don' worry, we'll bang you out, good 'n' proper."

Oh God. Rome crinkled her nose in disgust. Chavs. They annoyed the fuck outta her. She could feel her anger start to boil, so instead, she diverted her attention to the girl in hopes of calming down. Her eyes examined the look of fear in her face, then her gaze trailed to the arm trapping her, the arm that was up her skirt. Her eyes immediately narrowed, and a growl set on her lips.

Fuck it.

All thoughts of running away flew out of her mind, and before she knew it, she was bursting a rather large fireball towards the guy holding the girl, and it was only the thought that dashed across her mind about not hurting the girl a second before bursting, that Rome managed to swerve the flames away from her at last minute. Not bothering to wait to watch the fucker's reaction to getting severely burned, Rome reached behind her, grabbed her gloves and pulled them on, before quickly reaching forward and grabbing the girl's hand, and tugging her away from the man's grasp. With a quick punch directed to whoever it was in her way, Rome tugged the girl behind her, and ran out the alley, sprinting past the buildings that she had so casually strolled past only moments before. Only until they had been running for a good solid 5 minutes, did she let go and turn around; hands on hips, eyes ablaze.

For a second, she wondered if she had managed to hurt the girl, and if so, should she console her.

Then she remembered that she didn't care.

One eyebrow raised, she looked at the girl sternly, her hands beginning to cool down after the fire attack. "What the fuck were you thinking?

What?

Rome was a bitch.

Don't judge.

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❧ Word Count; 1110
❧ Tags; Dusty
❧ Notes; First post with her!<3 I feel a little god-modding and mary sue-ish in this.. But you didn't want her to die, so.. xD aha, i'll change it if it's god-modding/mary sue.
❧ Credits; Let the credits roll! Everything was made by Liebe at Caution. Keep these on or Liebe just might harm you... and/or eat you. Be afraid, please.

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[Dusty Compton]

Great. The person walking down the alley was female. A slut. A prostitute, even. She was wearing shorts that showed more than Dusty dared to think about, and there was a dangerous amount of skin showing up above, too. There was absolutely no way that this person could help her. In fact, she'd probably egg them on, or even offer herself up. She looked like the type of girl who'd have sex with anything that moved, although Dusty was being harshly prejudice. She could be a really nice girl, for all Dusty knew..

She screamed again, hoping to get the attention of the female. Sure, she might not be much help, but it was better than nothing. And maybe she could ring the police. Dusty's phone was in her pocket, which she definitely couldn't reach right now; the men had her arms secured tightly behind her back.

"All of you guys hitting on just the one girl?" the girl said, "Hardly seems fair does it?"

Well, that was brave of her. She seemed to have a natural sense of authority, though. Dusty did sort of feel a little safer.. As she drew nearer, she seemed to grow taller, and get more and more intimidating. And she was really pretty. Not even pretty.. more like sexy. Not that Dusty swung that way, but that was the best way she could think to describe this girl.

She watched, still writhing, expecting her to pull out her mobile and dial 999. But instead, a huge glowing thing flew towards her. Naturally, Dusty was shocked, and tried to move out of the way, cringing into the guy beside her, feeling that the danger was now in this girl, not in the gang.

Dusty thought that it would hit her dead on, but only a few milliseconds before it reached her, it swerved out of the way, hitting the man behind her. She felt a surge of pain on her right arm, and realized that a flame had managed to hit her. It was nothing she wasn't used to.

The girl moved towards her, grabbing her hand and pulling her away, practically ripping her arm from its socket as she did so. "Shit!" said Dusty breathlessly, her legs pumping with the adrenaline. She felt heat on her hand, too. It wasn't uncomfortable though, it was sort of nice.

Dusty stopped as the female did, bending over to rest her hands on her legs. She noticed that the stranger beside her had barely worked up a sweat, and indication that Dusty really wasn't a fit as she'd like to think..

"What the fuck were you thinking?

Oh right.. for a second there Dusty had thought that this girl might actually be nice. Her optimism really could be annoying at times. "I don't know? I was just - trying to get - somewhere.. they were - in my way," she panted, taking a large breath after every other word. After a few moments, she stood up straight, trying to calm her lungs down.

"The real question is: what the fuck was that?!" She couldn't help but think about her ex boyfriend.. He could do weird things. It wasn't like this, but maybe they had something to do with each other.. She wouldn't mention anything yet, just in case it wasn't. Maybe it had just been an illusion. Maybe it had never happened.. Dusty could have been hallucinating. Then she remembered the pain in her arm, and realized that it must have been true. She had a lot of sore sports on her body, especially around her chin and thigh, but the one on her arm was definitely a burn. Definitely.

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[Rome Ashen Pandora]

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Rome didn't mind running. She never did, really. Exercise never seemed to be a problem for her, and physical education were one of the few things that she had excelled at in secondary school. Ignoring the "Shit!" from the girl she had just dragged away, Rome had continued to run, enjoying the pounding rhythm her feet made against the concrete. Well, look at that. She could even run in heels. Score.

After they stopped running, Rome paused a little, to catch her breath. The other girl, however, went out of her way to show just how out of breath she was, and bent over, resting her hands on her legs. Rome snorted; please. They hadn't even ran that fast. As the girl took her time getting herself back together, Rome gave her the old head to toe, analysing the girl under her scrutinizing gaze. One brow arched as always, she processed what she saw, and tried to decide if she hated this girl already. Because if she did, then she didn't want to waste her time talking to trash.

Weird. Rome nodded slightly, the word rolling across her tongue as she decided that the girl in front of her was indeed, weird. But that was fine. Weird, she could deal with. After all, Rome didn't hate the weird and freaky. Of course, she didn't know for sure if the girl actually was weird or not. But Rome had the knack of guessing well, and she had good judgement, too. After a few brief moments of thinking, she relaxed, and turned to face her, her expression stern. And then she had asked what they fuck she was doing.

For a second, Rome wondered if the girl would reply to a question asked so bluntly. A few seconds after that thought formed, her question was answered.

"I don't know? I was just - trying to get - somewhere.. they were - in my way,"

Rome crinkled her nose in disgust. Fucking hell. How long did it take her to get her breath back? Rolling her eyes at the girl's answer, she cocked a hip and placed a hand on said hip, waiting for the girl to continue.

"The real question is: what the fuck was that?!"

That made her almost laugh. Almost. Rome hadn't expected the girl to be so direct. Her signature smirk in full view, Rome looked at the girl, one brow raised. She didn't like her. But she didn't hate her, either. If anything, this was the closet she had liked a girl, really. But just because she didn't detest the girl, it didn't mean that she wanted to be friends with her, either. No, Rome was better off on her own. Relationships just dragged her down.

And then it hit her.

This girl, she had seen her use her power. And Rome had noticed a burn mark on her arm which made her frown; her control wasn't as good as she thought it was. But never mind that for now, because if the girl had a burn on her arm, that meant that she had evidence. Well, shit.

Rome thought for a few moments; could she trust her? No. The answer was immediate; an automatic reaction. Rome didn't trust. Not any more. She sighed. All this fire power shit was starting to mess up her priorities. She thought for a few more seconds, before coming to a quick decision.

She would play it cool.

Smirk back in place, Rome tilted her head a little to the left, feigning innocence. "What d'you mean? The running away? It's called saving your fucking life." As Rome dropped the smirk, and raised a brow, her words easily slipped past her lips. Rome was good at lying, and always had been. Probably a trait that she picked up genetically from her father. Genetically, because he wasn't around, of course. Twat.

Rome rolled her eyes, and turned to face away from her, and started walking towards her apartment, without a word. Why should she say bye? It wasn't as if they knew each other. And anyway, Rome was a bitch. She'd save the pleasantries to those that she thought actually deserved it.

As she slowly walked, Rome pondered. Her power. It was fire, right? She had always thought that she was the only one with a power.. Well, to tell the truth, she'd never given it much thought. The same for exactly how she managed to get it. But she supposed it had something to do with that fucked up storm, seeing as she received her powers after getting hit by fucking lightning. Which by the way, was no fun at all. Frowning, Rome chewed on her tongue as suddenly, many possibilities surrounded her mind.

Could there be others like her?

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❧ Word Count; 831
❧ Tags; Dusty
❧ Notes; Rome's walking away, 'cuz she's bitchy like that. Feel free to catch up to her! Well, i'm hoping Dusty will. If it's not in character for her to do so, then i'll change it:P
❧ Credits; Let the credits roll! Everything was made by Liebe at Caution. Keep these on or Liebe just might harm you... and/or eat you. Be afraid, please.

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