Fight Fire with Fire [ROME]

[Evan Summers]

Disguise was ready. He was dressed in a cheap costume to be honest, and he knew he'd have to put something better together eventually, especially if he was going to become a proper all out superhero. For now though, it would do. What was he able to do at the moment was fine. He was wearing the fake moustache he'd worn when he met Tristan the previous day, and though he'd ditched the fake beard and the ginger wig, he'd styled his hair differently, gelling it up so it looked really large, far different from what it usually looked like. In addition, over his eyes he had placed a Zorro Masked Rider style face-cover, black in colour and obscuring his face, especially his nose. Underneath it was the fiery orange moustache. It looked real enough, from a distance especially. He was completely unrecognisable.

Another thing he was wearing was a bright orange jumpsuit. He'd bought it last year for a party, and never worn it again till now. In marker pen, he'd put a huge F on the front. It stood for Flame. Or Ferocious. Or F***ing Awesome. Either one was correct, after all!

He also had a cape. Well, he said it was a cape. He'd just brought the black piece of material from the local junk shop. It functioned as a cape, and completed his superhero look.

How was he supposed to be a superhero though? He made his way over to the old industrial district of the city earlier that morning, and climbed up a ladder to get onto the roof. He was a proper crimefighter and all that jazz. He was a little worried that it was illegal climbing on top of the warehouses, but that was small potatoes compared to what he was about to do: Save the government millions of pounds in damages by protecting the people of london from Crimes of all sorts.

Only trouble was, how to find some crime in the first place?

He spent a few days, roaming the top of the warehouses. It was a long time before he saw anything going on. But eventually, he did.

An angry little youth. Balaclava. Black Hoodie. It seemed he was going to break into a warehouse. it didn't seem like he even knew what he was going to steal, or whatever. A petty crime - but he would pay dearly for it.

The youth approached the warehouse, a large crowbar in his hands. He glanced over his shoulder, and on a rooftop Evan dashed around, hiding behind a building.

Fighting crime was strenuous.

"Time to.. Evan the odds,"

[/b] he chuckled to himself, laughing at his own joke.

Then he turned around, looking at the youth again. He was raising the crowbar, preparing to strike open the window. Evan glared. Why the hell would he do this? He was wasting his life. He should be in school now. The guy didn't look any older than fifteen anyway. This sort of thing was the stuff that made him angry.

The stuff that caused big fires. It happened to, and as the lights (orange, yellow and red) danced over his glassy eyeballs, the youth dropped the crowbar, crying out.

It lay on the ground, burning. Metal of this sort (steel, or iron maybe) rarely burned, as anyone who takes Chemistry at GCSE level will know, but he doubted this youth tried that hard. Now that he had stopped him, Evan dialled the police number. They'd be here soon.

And then he leaped down. Well, he was going to. Instead he leaped towards the ladder, and pottered down it carefully and slowly, trying not to hurt himself.

"Stop in the name of all that is good and true!"[/b] he cried, and stuck out a hand, setting the youths hat on fire. He glared at the youth, and hoped the police would help get his career back on track. The youth screamed, whipping off his hat and throwing it to the floor, stamping it out.

"Wh-What are you?!"[/b] he said, too scared to put on the tough act.

Evan Smiled.

"The Police will be here soon,"[/b] he said, and whipped a rope from around his waist. The police knew the youth would be here, and they'd arrest him just fine. He didn't want the police to find him, however. "Keep. Still."[/b] he instructed the youth slowly, watching him whimper a little. Slowly but harshly, he tied the youth to a signpost, then pulled a small chalkstick from his belt, and wrote on the ground - 'he tried to rob this warehouse'. Underneath, he went to sign it. 'The Ferocious Flame'. It was a work in progress - the name that is.

That done, he grinned, and began to wander away, saluting and winking at the youth who had tried to break into the warehouse.

One crime down. Perhaps it would be the first of many. But he had a feeling it wouldn't always be this easy.

Now, how did he get out of this place, filled with all these warehouses. He must have caused quite a commotion, and he needed to get home as soon as possible so no one suspected him.

Wow though. Being a superhero felt good, even if he had only been solving one tiny, petty crime that wouldn't have affected anyone really.

He could hear the youth struggling around the corner. Evan wondered how he was feeling now. Well, it would teach him something. One doesn't mess, with the Ferocious Flame! Heh. The name needed work, for sure.
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[Rome Ashen Pandora]

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Safe to say, Rome was bored.

Usually, she would have lingered around the 'hood until something interesting came up. Like, scaring the shit out of some retards. Or something. Anything fun.

But for some shitty reason, Rome was also lazy today.

Don't ask me why.

Maybe she just wasn't feeling it.

Again, don't ask me what the 'it' is.

Anyway, back to the situation at hand, Rome rolled onto her back, her guitar held preciously in her hands and she rested her head against a lone brick. Sighing, she placed her guitar onto her stomach, and began to strum some random chords with her left hand, the notes coming out soft and quiet. And then she stopped. Because she wanted to think. And if she wanted to think, then there would have to be silence. Better concentration that way, y'know? Well, if you don't know, then you're retarded.

Rolling her eyes at nothing in particular, -- most likely due to habit -- Rome shoved herself into a sitting position and crossed her legs, setting her guitar next to her. Where was she again? It took her a while to remember, and as her sky blue orbs searched her surroundings, the answer appeared in her mind. She was on top of a warehouse. Right. Why? For that question, Rome drew up a blank. She didn't really know why. But then again, when did that ever matter? This was her. She was an impractical, irrational and unpredictable person. The question, 'why?' was never really answered when it came to Rome. Most of the time when asked, she would reply with a lazy 'why not?' Yawning, she picked up her guitar and resumed her previous position, her hands strumming the strings in an elegant fashion. Closing her eyes, she began to sing.

"If I could be your superman,
I'd fly you to the stars and back again.
Cuz everytime you touched my hand,
You feel my powers runnin through your veins.
But I can only write this song,
And tell you that I'm not that strong.
Cuz I'm no superman, I hope you like me as I am. "

She stopped mid-strum, disgusted with herself. Um, ew? Since when did she sing sappy shit? Never. It was probably her power. Yeah, it was because of her fire power that she was doing all this shit. I mean, it's a pretty big thing to deal with. Obviously, she dealt with it by singing fucking weird crap. Well, she wasn't any more.

Her plush lips twisted into a grimace, as she shoved her guitar off her, feeling her anger rising. She was getting pissed off. And she didn't want to take it out on her baby. Sure, she was rich. But that guitar went through everything with her. They had a bond... Shut up.

Plus, the money she stole from her mum was going to dry out sometime.

She had to be careful her spendings... Pfft. Just joking. If she needed any more, then she'd just go back and steal some more. Simple.

Feeling herself calm down, she reached back for her guitar, when she heard some noise, and a ridiculous looking twat appeared. A ridiculous looking twat in orange. Complete with a cape. And a ginger 'tache. When the boy -- well, it looked like a boy, but these days you never knew -- turned around, Rome saw that he also had a mask on. Zorro style. On the front of his suit, the letter 'F' was written boldly, and Rome smirked. Oh, so many insults came to mind. Sitting up, she waited for the boy to notice her, highly amused at what his reaction may be. To her surprise, he didn't. Notice her, i mean. He just walked right up to the edge of the roof, and looked around. Like a retard. Well. He was oblivious to his surroundings, wasn't he? Of course, it didn't occur that she was well hidden behind a few empty crates lying around, but those kind of things never did.

To add to her amusement, the boy suddenly laughed to himself, his words only just catching her ear.

"Time to.. Evan the odds,"

Really, that was just too much.

Rome snorted, and if she was near the boy -- who she supposed was called Evan -- she would have smacked him around the head for saying such things. Curious, she stood up, and walked towards Evan, smirking as he cautiously crawled down the ladder. Coward. He should've jumped. Suddenly, he yelled out, "Stop in the name of all that is good and true!", only to be followed by a yell from below.

Reaching the edge, she leaned over, to watch the scene.

What. The fuck.

Evan, in his orange suit and cape had beaten up some guy, and had tied him to a pole. Truthfully, she felt sorry for the random guy. After Evan left, Rome jumped down the ladder, and swiftly reached the tied up person. There seemed to be some writing near his feet. Leaning down, she read, "He tried to rob this warehouse. The Ferocious Flame." Well. That was just pathetic. Looking back up at the boy, she noticed that he hair was singed slightly, and she raised a brow. Did Evan have.. powers? Like her? In one quick movement, she punched him in the side of the head, successfully knocking him out. Rome was going to let him go. Humming, she used her power to burn off the rope, careful to not let the flames touch the person. Then, she lazily rubbed out the message with her feet, and then ran after Evan, leaving the boy unconscious on the floor.

Hey. At least she let him go?

Running, she reached up to Evan, and she slowed down to a nonchalant walk. When she was in arms reach, she stopped walking. Then smacked him around the head. Oh yeah, that felt good.

Placing her slightly throbbing hand on her hip, she looked at him accusingly, raising a brow as she did so. "Are you retarded? What the fuck d'you think you're doing?"

Rome was never one for first impressions.

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❧ Word Count; 1054
❧ Tags; Evaaaan(L)
❧ Notes; I apologize for Rome's abusive behaviour. And for this shitty post. But at least i posted?! Dx haha. i love evan<3
❧ 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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[Evan Summers]

Evan was shocked to hear a shouting voice behind him. it wasn't friendly either. Shouldn't people be grateful and happy that he was doing these sorts of things, stopping petty thieves like the tiny man who'd tried to rob the warehouse? No, instead he ended up with crazy bitches. Sighing, Evan turned around to face the person who was confronting him.

"Wow. You are incredibly rude, aren't you,"

[/b] he said, though it was more of a statement than a question. he did not to ask whether or not she was incredibly rude, because he could see from the actions which she had just displayed that she did indeed possess the aforementioned quality of rudeness.

It took him only a moment to realise what had happened, and he took a bit of a fit, jumping around a little and dashing past Rome to see where he'd tied the guy up. he was free! Unconscious though, so hopefully the police would still find him.

He dashed back to where Rome was, and smacked his forehead.

"Me?! What's wrong with YOU?!"[/b] he exclaimed loudly, getting angry now.

"Do you think this is a joke?! Do you think i'd wear this slightly demeaning costume if i wasn't fighting some serious crime? That man was - uh, is - a criminal, why did you untie him?!"[/b] he shouted, his voice loud and slightly shrill, as it often became when he got angry and raised his voice.

He growled, and already he could feel the fire beginning to burn inside him. Something was going to blow. He glared at her.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you? Do you like having criminals loose around the streets of London!? One does not mess with 'The Human Flame' and get away with it!"[/b] he said, raising his voice even further. This was it now. He was too angry. He couldn't control it even if he wanted to.

Seconds later, the concrete ground at Rome's feet burst into flame. As you probably know, Concrete, being a hard, cold stone, does not generally burn, but stranger things had happened around Evan, and the fact that he was causing the concrete ground to combust and become ignited with flames was the least of his worries for now.

a look of Panic set over his face as he realised what he'd done, but he still felt bitter, and the panic passed quickly as he glared at the girl.

"I bet you regret being such a nasty bitch now, eh?"[/b] he shouted. he was glad he was wearing his mask. he wasn't generally this rude, but the mask guaranteed him anonymity, so he could do what he liked. He didn't think about the fact that the girl could have died, but if he had he would have been glad about his mask even more, so that he could not be recognised. There were sure to be CCTV cameras around here.

Only thing was, she wasn't burning. She didn't even seem to be feeling pain!

"What's happening.."[/b] he whispered, his voice calming slightly. With his anger quenching, the fire lessened a little, and slunk away into the concrete, staying only slightly as it licked at the girls legs and shoes.

"What am i doing..?"[/b] he asked himself, so quiet it was almost a whisper. He had almost killed this girl. Somehow, she'd survived, but what if she hadn't? He'd have been far worse than a petty thief.

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To tell the truth, Rome didn't really know why she had hit Evan. In all honesty, she wasn't really a violent girl... To the people she didn't know... To the people that she didn't know that she didn't dislike..

Okay, that was a lie.

Rome abused everyone. But people would just have to deal. To Rome, abusing people was like breathing. It just came naturally to her, and she enjoyed doing it. And she sorta loved the reaction of the people that she hit. They were so amusing to watch, and she was sure that Evan wasn't going to disappoint.

So she sat back and enjoyed the show.

"Wow. You are incredibly rude, aren't you,"

Pfft. Understatement of the century. Rome snorted, and arched a brow, her hand still placed on her hip, her stance glowing with attitude. Or, as she liked to call it, 'tude. Well, not really. But y'know. She used her free hand to toss back some of the random strands that had fallen into her face and spoke with a slight sarcastic tone, her kips twisting upwards in one corner to form that signature smirk of hers. "Well, duh. That's one way to nicely put it. Bitch will do, too." As mentioned before, Rome liked being abusive. She also just happened to like being a bitch. Instead of being in denial, she liked to embrace her inner bitch, and encourage it to grow. Life was simply more fun that way.

Evan started to have one of those fucked up fits, and Rome took a step back, startled. When he ran past her, she turned round a few seconds later to see where he was going, her brow arched questioningly. A few moments later, Evan returned. And he looked pissed.

Well, good.

People were more entertaining when they were angry. At least, in Rome's point of view. They tended to do more stupid things when angered, and it was amusing to watch, too. Just as the thought formed in her head, the fuming boy before her smacked his head with the palm of his hand, as if that would release some of his anger. It seemed, that Evan turned violent when angry. Interesting.

"Me?! What's wrong with YOU?!" Rome snorted once again, fully enjoying his little vent session. Before she had time to answer his question, he continued to shout in rage, his voice coming out a little shrill. Of course, Rome didn't spare him her laughter on that matter. But did she care if his feelings were hurt? Fuck no. She was sorta hoping that he'd get more pissed that she'd laughed, really.

"Do you think this is a joke?! Do you think i'd wear this slightly demeaning costume if i wasn't fighting some serious crime? That man was - uh, is - a criminal, why did you untie him?!"

Ah, there it was again. That question. Why. As always, Rome had an answer on the tip of her tongue, and she smirked, taking her time replying. "Why the fuck not?" Of course, she actually had her reasons for untying the guy. But she didn't think that Evan deserved to know just yet. Make him sweat a little. Or at least piss him off a little more.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you? Do you like having criminals loose around the streets of London!? One does not mess with 'The Human Flame' and get away with it!"

She cocked a brow. "Thought it was the Ferocious Flame? And please, that boy over there is hardly a crimin-- What the fuck?"

Her sentence got cut off, as suddenly, the ground caught fire. Of course, she wasn't hurt by the flames. She supposed that she never would be hurt by fire ever again. But she was standing on concrete. Concrete shouldn't be able to burn like this. Rome only knew one person that had the power to do something such as this, and that was her. But she hadn't done anything -- not yet.

Evan.

She looked up from the flames and looked at the boy with accusing eyes, only to meet his only glaring gaze. Oh, that was how it was going to be? Fine. Slowly, she took her gloves off, her smirk slowly reappearing. Dickhead.

Gloves now safely in her back pocket, she flexed her fingers and cocked her head slightly to the right, simply watching what Evan would do next. Surprisingly, she had kept her temper. Well. That was a first.

"I bet you regret being such a nasty bitch now, eh?"

And just like, that, Rome Pandora got pissed off.

Suddenly, just everything about the boy was annoying. The way he stood, his fucking stupid moustache, he retarded as fuck mask, hell, his fucking existence was fucking annoying as fuck. Narrowing her eyes, she let the palms of her hands alight, and she didn't have to look down to check that there would be two fireballs -- not meaning to brag; but they were pretty damn big -- burning away. Smirking now, she answered his question, her tone cold and unnerving. "Hardly." Then she let her fireballs go.

She directed one to hit his stupid mask, meaning for the flames to completely destroy the stupid thing. The second, she sent towards his fucking cape. As the pieces of material burned away, Rome hoped that he, himself would burn.

Shame that she had a feeling he wouldn't.

And then, just like that, Evan looked.. defeated? Not defeated, more.. pathetic. Rome rolled her eyes. What a sap.

"What's happening.." he whispered, and Rome had to strain to hear it. The fire around her quivered, and they shrunk in size, to which Rome guessed that he had simply calmed down. Shame. They were just getting to the good part. For her? Nah, still pissed. "What am i doing..?"

Was she supposed to answer that?

Because if she was, then he was sorta fucked. Rome didn't do no comforting. Especially to people she didn't like. Sighing, she rolled her eyes and raised her brows mockingly. "Hey. Evan." She paused for a second, trying to think if she should tone down the bitchiness. At least for now. "Man the fuck up."

Apparently not.

The fire around her warmed her legs, and she wondered if she should tone them down to almost nothing. Almost nothing, because for some fucked up reason, she couldn't put out fires that she hadn't started. Shit, i know. Deciding that it would be too much effort, Rome simply shoved back on her gloves so that no more fire 'accidents' would happen. Craving for some chocolate, Rome stared at Evan, her mind slowly -- but surely -- putting pieces together. Evan had could control fire. Evan had a power. Evan was like her. There were others out there. Like Rome. The real question was, just how many?

Never having the patience to wait, Rome drove right into the point. "Who else?" She demanded, her voice stern and low.

"Who else is out there like us?"

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❧ Word Count; 1234 - woo! xD
❧ Tags; Evaaaan(L)
❧ Notes; Eh. I don't like this post. xD i would redo it if i wasn't so lazy: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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[Evan Summers]

Evan shook his head to himself. He was going to have to sort out this whole name thing pretty soon, or things would only get really confusing, and someone would find out his identity. Of course, it seemed they already had, because Rome was calling him Evan.

"FSsshshhshs!"

[/b] he hushed, gesturing for her to shut up. "Don't call me that! As for the ferocious flame, that's a good one to. I'm still working on the name,"[/b] he said, and although he was still angry, it was almost as if his rage was being flicked on and off, at a high speed. Much like a light which is switched on and off repeatedly, something was about to blow, something more than concrete around Rome's feet.

The fireballs hit even before he knew what was happening? What was this?! He was the fire one, no one else could do this! It was his domain. Who was attacking him anyway? obviously, although the fire quickly burned away his black mask to reveal his face, he managed to quell the flames before they spread down and burned away his clothing. So it was just his face that got revealed. They didn't have the effect that Rome had wanted however, and instead of hurting him, a warm tingling sensation spread over Evan's body as the hot tongues of the flame licked his skin, unable to burn through it's fireproof sheen. It was a nice feeling, but he didn't appreciate the gesture of someone trying to burn him to the ground.

Who had made the fireballs? it wasn't him, he couldn't make fireballs. surely it wasn't the girl in front of him? She certainly seemed fiery, but not in the 'hail justice' sort of excitable way that Evan was. She was a darker side of the flame.

He mimicked her, changing her words - after the flames cleared of course - "Hey Bitchlady, man the fuck.. uh, down,"[/b] he said, a little confused as to what he was talking about. Evan wasn't the brightest tool in the drawer, as you can see from the mixup of phrases i just used to describe him in an attempt to mirror his somewhat mixed up frame of mind.

He looked at her now, glad he had the upper ground knowledge-wise.

"who else like, fire? Or who else anything at all?"[/b] he asked, smirking smugly.

"And - why should I tell you anyway. You seem like the sort of person who isn't a very nice sort of person - not to judge,"[/b] he said, though it was very clear he was judging - even if it was for the very good reason that she had let the criminal go, and that she was so very rude to him. Hmph!

Evan looked at her, glaring. Even if he did tell her, he wouldn't be able to fit in with her. How odd it was that two people so different could have been granted such similar powers. Fire meant so many things, to so many people - it seemed. Evan found that quite amazing, though he knew now wasn't the time to think about it. He had to keep his wits about him. Even if her firepower couldn't hurt him, she seemed like the type who might just carry a knife about with her anyway, and Evan couldn't protect himself from that.
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Personally, she didn't see what the big deal was. The whole, making up a retarded superhero name to cover up your real one, thing. Sounded pretty stupid to her. Especially since Evan had already let out that his real name was Evan. Bit stupid really. But why hide it? It wasn't as if anyone was after him. Rome had been flaunting her power left and right, and she hadn't been getting any surprise visits from Area 51 or whatever the fuck it was called. Truthfully, who actually gave a shit? No one. That's who.

"FSsshshhshs Don't call me that! As for the ferocious flame, that's a good one to. I'm still working on the name."

Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms and gave him the look. You know the look. The look, that says, what the fuck are you thinking. One brow raised as always, she spoke in a slightly mocking tone. "The ferocious flame, is fuckin' retarded. Why do you even need a name for? Evan suits you fine." She raised her voice when she spoke his name, because she was just a bitch like that. Besides, she was pissing him off. For Rome, that was like getting free vodka to an alcoholic. Smirking, she wondered just how far she could push him until he went flying down the edge in blind rage. Soon, she hoped.

When her fireballs hit the fool, she had expected for him to die. Sort of. Okay, not really. But she had expected for him to be in some kind of agony at least. To her disappointment, it appeared that Evan would be feeling no sort of pain today. For now.

When Evan had set the ground on fire, Rome had immediately suspected of him to be someone like her. Which was an unnerving and frightening thought. Until then, she had always thought that she was alone. And that suited her fucking fine. The idea of others having a power, other's having something in common with her disgusted Rome. Yet it also intrigued her, in so many ways. I guess it would be sort of.. interesting to see how many people had a power. And what kind of power they had. That would be some valuable information to have.

The fire she had sent hit Evan, it had burnt away his mask and stupid moustache, revealing his -- surprisingly cute -- face. Tilting her head slightly to the side, she smirked. Sweet. He looked young. Maybe he was still in secondary school? Resisting the urge to laugh, her mood lightened considerably, the look of surprise on his face amusing the shit out of her.

His posture changed, his expression turning to one of defence, probably trying to prepare himself to shout abuse at Rome. Pfft. Good luck, kid.

"Hey Bitchlady, man the fuck.. uh, down."

Oh dear.

His insults were worse than she thought.

If he turned out to be alright, then she'd teach him how to abuse someone properly, because really; you couldn't live life calling people like Rome, Bitchlady. Really. It just wasn't right.

Sighing, she rolled her eyes. "Listen kid, if you're going to insult me, at least do it right. You're gunna get nowhere in life with that kind of bullshit." The corner of her lips pulled upwards, her signature smirk plastered on her face. How cute. Too young to know how to abuse. it was sort of sweet, really.

"Who else like, fire? Or who else anything at all?"

Rome didn't like the tone of his voice. She certainly didn't like his smirk, either.

Standing up straight, -- and Rome was a very tall girl -- she placed a hand on her cocked hip and glared down at him, the wind blowing her wavy hair gently around her face. Raising a brow, she spoke in a low voice, her posture ever so slightly threatening. "Listen capretto, when i ask you something, you fucking answer it; understand?" She smirked, liking the feel of Italian rolling off her tongue. She had called him a kid in the language, but she had instantly disliked it. It didn't suit him somehow. Quickly, she thought of another name; bambino -- little child in Italian. Bambi, for short. Looking at him up and down, she smirked. Perfect.

"And - why should I tell you anyway. You seem like the sort of person who isn't a very nice sort of person - not to judge."

She sighed. So young; so stupid of life. Flicking a particular annoying strand of hair out of the way, she placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot impatiently. If he was going to keep this up, she would most probably beat the fucker up. Regardless of his age. "Listen Bambi, every single fucking person on this shitty planet, is a bitch. You're a bitch, and i am most certainly, a bitch. Nobody in this day and age, is nice. Some people just show how much of a bitch they are less often that those, say, like me."

The boy continued to glare, so she rolled her eyes and fished out her lighter from her back pocket and flicked it on and off. "You may think you're 'nice'. But you just tried to kill me 5 minutes ago." Rome raised a brow, her face totally serious. Of course, inside, she was enjoying this. But in her words, there were truth in them. She really did believe in what she was saying. "Point is Bambi, no one is nice. Got it? Now hurry up and tell me what i need to hear; i ain't got all day."

Still playing with her lighter, she wondered how long it would be before he cracked. Because despite what she had just exclaimed, she really did have all day. But if he proved to be useless, and refused to spill.. Well.

Then there was a certain fist of hers that would like to say a warm hello to Bambi.

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❧ Word Count; 1061
❧ Tags; Evaaaan(L)
❧ Notes; Tehe. Sorry for the wait! Eh. There's something wrong with this post, i can feel it in my bones! Dx
❧ 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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[Evan Summers]

He grunted, facepalming.

"I'll say it again, that's my secret identity, don't call me that! I wouldnt want the—"

[/b] he shuddered, looking over his shoulder quickly.

"—government to catch up with me. They'd do all kinds of crazy shit. to you to probably, if you're not careful,"[/b] As much as he disliked this girl already, he felt it was his duty to warn her about such things. The government was everywhere. Or at least, he supposed they probably were. He would be, if he was running some sort of country and some of the people were getting powers and crap like that he'd be trying to build a secret army of them to take on china, or america, or something. Maybe it was just him, but he was sure the government would have realised about powers and the effects they could have by now.

She was a scary woman if he was honest. His mum had told him not to come to this end of town - it could be dangerous. Almost as dangerous as those backstreets where like, a million people got stabbed every day or something.

"Uh, I don't know what a Capretto is, but unless it means, charming young gentlemen - which, given the context seems pretty unlikely - then i'd like you to calm the fuck down, take a few deep breaths, and start again. Listen, i've got a couple of anger problems myself sometimes, but that doesn't mean i'll go apeshit on everyone i see, y'know?"[/b] he said. Did what he was saying even make any sense? He didn't know to be honest. He was just talking. that's all he ever seemed to be doing these days.

Why was she calling him by the name of Disney's much loved woodland creature, Bambi. He had a friend who people called bambi, but he was one of the beiber-look alikes, and he did act something like a woodland creature. This wasn't the context though, so he decided to ignore it. She made a convincing point, but he thought about it for a second, scratching his head. He didn't want to get angry, but he couldn't promise anything for much longer.

"What about like.. Ghandi?"[/b] he said, shrugging. He didn't know the whole history of the old indian fellow, but from what he knew, he seemed like a pretty 'nice' guy. You know, peaceful protest and all that.

"...Orrrr..."[/b] he paused again, sure he could think of someone else.

"...Uh, Mother Teresa?"[/b] he quipped, a sly grin on his face.
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NYX for use on ATS, lyrics from kt turnstall :: CREDIT

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