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Pietro smirked, obviously proud of himself. "Yep Noko and I had a good run John. I just remember all those times we'd sneak out of class and head to the back of the library for some red hot luvin!" he said, a little louder than was necessary. "Why, all that Nokietro love action going on damn near made porno irrelevant!"

"So um, how long have you guys been dating?" Pietro asked with a grin.

OOC: Well, it's better than Pyrietro slash fics...

"Why all that Nokietro love action going on damn near made Porno irrelevant!" John kept a smile on his face to try and hide his rage, but it was all for nothing, because the cafetria in the school expolded into flames. Not realzing what had happened and thinking that kids were running out of the school building cause school had ended, which it had, John looked at Pietro with a smirk on his face. "I'm sure it did Pietro. But you obviously weren't that good in bed or she'd still be with you. Now I'd love to hang out with you, but I've got lunch with my girlfriend here. So I'll see you later." He turned and walked away, looking as if he'd just had a friendly conversation with a good friend, but as he and Noko passed the school busses that were waiting for the kids, almost all the busses caught on fire from the engines mysteriously overheating....



OOC:Attention: Uh do to cercumstances beyond my control there isn't a school cafetria...Or school busses for that matter. So you're all gonna have to produce your own rides and bring your own lunches. LOL

(I changed my affiliation because, with the ongoing storyline and the fact that I'm confused ((yes it happens easily >.>)) as to what exactly is going on Icarus has not met anyone to know what they are..)

Pushing his head up off of the desk he blinked slowly and looked around. He was sure a teacher had been here earlier, waffling on about something that he just couldn't understand. With an exagerated sigh he pushed the chair away from the desk and stood up, stretching his arms over his head, then headed to the door. His hand reached out and tugged on the door handle only to find that it was locked.

"Damnit! Son of a-locked the door!"

His fist connected several times with the wooden door, trying to draw any attention to the fact that someone was being held against his will, then he pressed his face up against the glass in the centre and looked around. When he was sure that nobody was around, and he had had a closer look at the lock, a key appeared in his hand. He shoved it into the lock, its form changing as it found resistance, then their was a low click as the door unlocked.

"And now to sneak out so that nobody ever even knew I was here.."

Or that had been his plan at least, an explosion had him running along the corridor, his hands hidden in his pockets and engulfed in the same golden glow as the key had been made from.

"Sheesh, American schools. Gotta love 'em, explosions, probably gonna run into some punk with a knife next and maybe some jocks out for revenge..and I came here why?"

His constant talking to himself was beginning to worry even him as he slipped out of the main door and stopped running. The school buses were on fire and he didn't think his eyes could grow any larger without them falling free...

"Now I gotta walk!"

"Hey, that's alright." Assured Anna. "Difference of stance, that's all. I just don't see why someone can't allow themselves to be all they can be." She shrugged and left the conversation at that. She didn't want to upset anyone.

Rummaging through the leaflets, she found a promising one for the Karate Club and snatched it. "Mind if I nab this one?"

Kitty shook her head. "Go for it."

"Thanks guys, I'll see you later." Ann said as she stood up, arched her back and pranced out the door, happy having found what she was looking for. She folded the paper leaflet and slipped it into her back pocket. She rushed up to her room and grabbed her schoolbag, filled it with old CDs and shirts, then hurried out the Mansion doors. At first glance, it might look like the girl was running from the place, but it was far from the truth. Anna was a big believer in recycling. And as a way to get a little extra cash, she would often pawn her older things that she just had no use for.

It took a half hour to walk to the pawn store. She took the back alleys and shortcuts that she frequented, even hurriedly running over someone's back lawn to spite half a block's walk. The weather was interesting, rainy in patches, but always seeming to miss her. She could see the rain nearby. She paced herself towards the pawn store and when she entered, the bell dinged above her head. "Hey." she called.

A strubbly man appeard from beloe the counter. "Ahh, what have we got this time?"

"A few things." Anna replied, emptying the bag onto the counter. "Some CDs, some shirts that don't fit me anymore..."

The man examinedthe pile, counted the CDs and crunched numbers in his head. Anna stood hopeful before him. "I'll give you $60 for the lot."

"Can you stretch to 80?" Anna bartered, "I'm going to town this weekend, need the cash."

The man scrunched up his face and looked doubtful. "Hmm... I can stretch to 70, but that's about it."

"Done!" squealed Anna with delight. And soon afterwards, she was out the door 70 dollars richer. She skipped a little down the street, until she came to a Convenience Store, where she stopped in to read the magazines. She smiled courteously to the woman behind the counter, and hustled into the magazines section, picking up a copy of Cosmopolitan and flipping through it.

Jamie slowly rode up to the mansion, and go up off his bike. He bobbed his head with the music he was listening to as he went up the steps.

OOC: So I found some time...sue me.

IC: Jacen walked with a steady pace down the road. He was completely miffed at the schedule he was given. He wasn't exactly booksmart, he preferred to learn on his own time, and the thought of having to endure class after class for the better part of the day irked him beyond belief. Of course, the only chuckle he had that day came at the expense of the school itself, literally falling apart as he walked through the halls. He knew who was behind it, there was no other person that could have done that. "That kid needs some anger management," Jacen thought to himself as he calmly walked further down the road looking for a convienience store. No sooner had that thought crossed his mind when he saw one on the left side of the street.

Without thinking, Jacen started to cross the street only to hear a loud horn and some yelling his direction.

"What the hell, kid?!? Do you want to get killed??!?!?," the angered driver yelled at him.

"Do you?," Jacen retorted. The driver, annoyed at this decided it best to try and scare Jacen by revving his engine and running his car somewhat hard into his shins. Jacen, out of retaliation, syphoned the negativity from the driver, focused his energies to make himself stronger, and punched a hole through the car hood, ripping out various hoses. The driver seemed rather....scared when Jacen just looked back at him with one of his evil grins. Then, almost as if nothing had just happened, Jacen tossed the hoses to the ground and walked towards the store, noting the cuts on his hand. "I'm gonna need a bandage for that," he thought as he entered the store.

The store itself was brightly lit with many mirrors in the corners to discourage thieves. Of course, Jacen wasn't an overt thief, but that didn't stop him for the year he was by himself from stealing what he needed. But, he also didn't rationalize that as stealing. He did that to survive. Needless to say, he kept his eyes on the mirrors. He knew he didn't have any cash and what he had to buy stuff with was not meant for what he intended to get. With a lacksidasical intent, Jacen walked to the back of the store and picked himself up a soda before walking to one of opened back storage areas. Carefully, he looked around to see if anyone was watching him. There was no one even trying to keep an eye on him. The clerk was cashing someone out and the only other person there was a short blonde standing at the magazine rack.

"All too easy," Jacen thought as he focused his energy into the palm of his hand. The orb was searing hot, hot enough to set whatever he wanted to ablaze. So, with the flick of his wrist, Jacen tossed the energy orb behind him in the stock room and immediately smelled burning plastics and cardboard. "Hey. HEY!!! Mr. Clerk Dude!!," Jacen yelled as he walked towards the counter. "Your stock room is on fire."

"What? No...man, I'm not even supposed to be here today," the clerk grumbled as he grabbed the nearest fire extinguisher and rushed to the back. Seeing his most golden opportunity, Jacen leaned over the counter to grab two cartons of cigarettes, another free floating pack, and a couple of lighters. Not to mention a bag to carry his bounty in. And so, Jacen left the store while taking a drink of his beverage.

"I might like it around here," Jacen thought while lighting up a cig, "Especially if the flatscans are this naive." He looked up at the street and saw the same car sitting there with it's hoses strewn about on the ground, and could still hear the clerk's voice cursing as he tried to put the small fire in the store out. For a moment, Jacen flashed a smile, satisified with his handiwork.