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 Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 8:49 pm
 Firefly was beside himself with delight. The box with his new pyrotechnic kit was here! He had been waiting a long time for it because Clubs was full of circus-loving morons who couldn't do anything right. At least, that was his thought on the matter. His uptown apartment was a lot nicer than his modest home back where his papa lived. They had a kit just like this there, but it was hard to move one that had already been assembled and a new one hd to be ordered. Clubs had a lot of special effects and some of their shows used fire, which is where the Flareon had gotten the idea from. The kit would help him make flamethrowers and other fire-based weapons. He wasn't going to assemble the package here, but he did so want to take a look. Pulling up the lid, he eagerly poked his head inside the crate and began to rummage around. Then a lot of stuff happened all at once. He saw a pair of eyes looking back at him and a feminine scream ripped through the room. A jet of flames burst from his mouth, thankfully not hitting anything or anyone. He backed up across the room, cutting himself on the box's rough edge and tripping over the coffee table, almost smashing into his fish tank. What the hell had they sold him!?
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:04 pm
 Ooooooo, Ferris was gonna kill him.
The little boy, who had been stuck inside a wooden crate for hours was pretty sure he was going to die, if not before getting back to Clubs, certainly after. Breathing had been a struggle and he had been sucking in oxygen from the cracks in the wooden crate. It was dark, cramped, and cold. He didn't like it. His only real solace was the lighter that was firmly clutched in his little hands. The boy was on the verge of tears and his wide, green eyes were slick with them. He had been afraid to call out when the crate had been closed, for fear of getting in to major trouble for hanging out in an area that had been restricted to him, but this was far worse.
All he had wanted to do was see the big lighters. He really liked the glow of fire and was entranced by it, but he hadn't been expecting a cross faction journey. No doubt Dodger was in a fit, fearing the little boy had been abducted.
The crate was shifted and jostled an awful lot and finally came to rest - the boy's heart hammered with fear and he cringed at the bottom of the crate, nestled amongst the kit. When Skyler opened the crate and let out an ear shattering scream, the little boy let out an equally loud, startled wail.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:21 pm
Firefly's head was throbbing. He rubbed it, having struck it on the floor. But he forgot it in a hurry, having more problems to worry about. He slowly got to his feet and pressed up against the wall, sliding side-ways down it.
He reached the shotgun on the wall, seizing it and pulling it off its hook. Checking, he noticed it only had one shot. Then, carefully and slowly, holding his breath, he returned to the box and nudged it into the box, following it. Light was shining into it and he saw the politoed.
"And what, exactly, are you doing?" He hissed through his teeth. "Who are you? And what the hell do you want?" It was just a kid...a scared looking kid.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:37 pm
"Pleasedon'tkillme!"
The boy trembled as he peered up at the flareon and his gun with big, terrified eyes. He was only a baby and he was scared stiff. He whimpered and backed as far away as he could, shaking like a leaf. Oh man, he wished he was back in Clubs. He wished he'd never been stupid enough to snoop around in this box. He wished he was doing stupid, mundane, boring work for Ferris or Dodger. He sniffled, nose running about as much as his eyes at this point. He clung tight to his feathered hat with pudgy fingers.
"I d-d-d-d-dunno, mister!"
Oh man, he was in for it. He didn't want to die just yet! He didn't even know where he was, just that he was a long way from home.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:52 pm
Firefly was the suspicious, untrusting type, but looking at that scared little face reminded him of his own childhood in spades. People took such an unfair advantage of little ones. He normally disliked snivelling little messes, but Toby being a baby let him get away with it. The flareon put the gun on the floor and reached into the box, pulling the little guy out from under his arms.
He was an urchin. He had that odd club's smell and his clothes clashed so much he was almost hard for the trained fashionista's eyes to look at. He put him on the floor in the kitchen, giving a grimace.
"You're a long way from home, aren't you?" He forced a smile. "I'm not going to hurt you.."
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 10:06 pm
Although Firefly had put the gun down, the boy still squirmed when the flareon picked him up. He was used to seeing strangers at Clubs, it was a theme park after all, but he was well aware of stranger danger and being touched only sparked that fear. The amphibian boy let out a squeak and struggled until the older fellow put him down on the kitchen's cold, tile floor. He stumbled backwards, brow knitted, and tugged his hat on over his mess of ginger curls.
"Wh-wh-where I at?"
He wasn't sure he could believe the oddly dressed firetype, for he saw the other's clothing as bizarre compared to the ragtag ruffians who were raising him as a group. He slid back, bumping against a cabinet, all while trying to reign control of his fear and to appear brave.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 10:11 pm
Firefly folded his arms at the other's antics. What a bizarre child. Was he raised in a barn with such manners and clumsiness? People were supposed to be taught manners and grace and this putrid clubitarian lacked both. At least he wasn't from Heart's. That place's un-royal areas had some of the nastiest, plauge-covered civilians ever.
"You're- DON'T YOU DARE BREAK ANYTHING!" He hissed as the other backed up into his cabinet. "You're in Spades." His demeanour had flipped so fast.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 10:16 pm
Spades?
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His heart sank. He was a long, long way from home and that attempt at being brave quickly dissipated as his brows furrowed and his lip trembled slightly. He did his best to shrug it off.
"I ain't gonna break nothin' okay? Quit yellin' at me, I ain't done nothin' wrong to you." The boy frowned, jutting his jaw rebelliously, though he made a point to keep some berth between himself and Firefly. Oh man, he was gonna get such an a** beating if he ever got back, but he wasn't worried about that exactly at this moment. He'd worry about getting a beating when he got it, as that was his general attitude towards getting in trouble anyway. He was a good, honest, friendly kid - but he still had a mischievous streak a mile wide.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 10:32 pm
Firefly unfolded his arms and sighed. "I suppose I need to get you home." He jutted his lip in anger and sat down at the kitchen table. He didn't have time for this AND building his new pyro kit. "Do your parents have a phone or something for your stupidity? Or should i just...mail you back or something?" He made a grimace and looked to the kid again. "You've ruined my evening, you rapscallion. I was going to go out tonight but i'm not trusting you here alone."
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