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          ‘  well, someone doesn’t like surprises  …    –     you light shit on fire.  i’m sure you’ll be fine with a stranger in the car.  come on.  i jus’ wanna show you something. ’

        tension was enigmatic;  vexation gracing sharp features once familiar scent overwhelms senses.  his presence was welcomed  (  with an invite  )  but not even a knock?  she had assumed they’d past that stage in their lifetimes.    “ perhaps i should just get you a key made,  would you find that easier? ”    mumbled to oneself,  but the message is loud and clear for the elder.

//S T A T S.

NAME: laura hale  AGE: 30 OCCUPATION: n/a  POWER: pyrokinesis  -  controls  &  makes fire. LOCATION: california,  us. AFFILIATION: member of the team.

//B I O G R A P H Y.

          normalcy came quickly,  abilities kept hidden,  like the rest of the ones born that unique day they weren’t cast in the light of the media,  no masks or mansion to keep them safe;  no one to teach them. 

             a large family,  a large home,  she was lucky enough to experience the love and care of ones who left her abilities an unspoken subject.  best forgotten about when it posed no threat  ----  until she began teaching herself.  accidental fires littered their home town,  not with an intention to cause any distress but the longer it was ignored the hard it became to control.  but with time and patience,  she mastered the gift she had been born with. 

                                          until her families murderer. 

                   ‘  they say three is a pattern  …  ’     he pulls out a piece from a recent newspaper article about the strange deaths of several of the other gifted kids’ families.          ‘   –   how about seventeen?       —       and this morning?  there were another five.  the papers don’t cover everything.  i bet it’s everyone.  every single person that’s like us has lost their families.  ’

he can see her mind ticking over, can see her BLOOD BOILING more & more with each passing second. he should have expected this. it was a perfectly VALID reaction, really. still, when her hand takes aim at his face, his reflexes are just as quick. he grabs her wrist, holds it AWAY from his face. the grip isn’t tight enough to hurt, but not LOOSE ENOUGH to pull away quite so easily either. ❛ i mean…TECHNICALLY, but it was…❜ he trails off, brows furrowing slightly. this wasn’t really a conversation he wanted to have out in the open right then, but the chances of her going ANYWHERE with him were pretty slim. ❛ it was TOUCH & GO for a little while. ❜ he doesn’t know how much she knows about what happened in afghanistan ; whether the news had even reached her AT ALL. the male’s head drops forward then, tongue dipping out to moisten his lower lip as he gently began to lower her hand. without thinking, he finds their FINGERS LACING, an automatic move ; muscle memory, he supposes. ❛ we can talk about it…but maybe NOT HERE, okay ?? ❜ he glances around them then, eyes shifting towards the sky. dawn was rapidly approaching. he couldn’t risk someone else catching up to him right then. ❛ i promise i’ll tell you everything. ❜