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Some day in September 2020. Afternoon.

Club Territory. 

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With pockets full of golden watches and coins of different value, the young man that most knew as Phoenix was running through the streets of the club territory, a group of angry men following him, only able to track him through the sound of his laughter.

Asra was once a restless child, before the fire marked him for life. He was a playful boy, with no powers and with no worries for his future, completely living in the moment, his actions never that harmful and always in the name of fun.

He grew up, but moments little this showed that the child inside of him had not completely disappeared, however his motives were a little less pure and often deadly. However there was no need to end someone’s life in the name of the art of pickpocketing, besides Asra had purposefully done it in a way where they would notice it, knowing that the group would follow but never catch him.

Loud yelling was heard, heavy footsteps moving through the streets, fortunately Asra was more than familiarized with every little corner there was, jumping over fences and buildings with ease, the thrill of being caught far more enticing than the money he was now carrying in his pockets.

The fire elementalist was running over a rooftop, when he noticed one window opened on the opposite building, the distance was not too far, the emergency stairs attached to it provided a safe place for Asra to cling to when he jumped. So without much thought, he ran backwards so he could use that momentum to fling himself in the air, hands clinging onto the handrail before he pulled his body up, entering through the open window just a few seconds after.

Window and curtains were both closed as he heard the yells coming closer, the group that was following him continuing their journey down the streets unaware of where he was now.

Once Asra turned back, he noticed that he wasn’t alone, another man was looking at him. Perhaps impulsive decisions were not very good, still Asra did not seem scared. “Oh, hello there” his words were casual, almost as if he wasn’t aware that he had just entered a stranger’s home. “Thanks for leaving the window open for me”

Carter had have, as usual, a fun night at the club, he had drink flirted around, laughed as normal, but was getting late and he had to head home for the next day.

He head out to the parking lot of the club looking for his car, on the way in he say it, this big, magnificent and beautiful bike. He has always had a thing or bikes but never had have one, one for security reasons and another reason he never had found the time to just ride one.

He went closer and started to looked better at it, he looked around and no one was on sight so he ran his hand over the sit, it was soft and the little boy inside of him started to jump around from happiness.