Post by Aidan Riggs on Sept 4, 2009 17:17:21 GMT -5
He was busy gathering vegetables from the garden.
Well, that's what he was supposed to be doing, at least. Said the others who put him on gathering duty for the day.
Really Aidan was lounging in the garden with a bucket only halfway filled with gathered food at his side while he stared at the clouds flying by. He thought it strange that somewhere up there, there was an invisible force field, separating the city from the sky. He couldn't see it. He could still feel the breeze when it was windy, and the rain when it was stormy. Was that field really there??
It wasn't the first time he'd wondered if there really was something blocking them. You started to think about all sorts of conspiracy theories when you lived around a bunch of people with strange powers. After all, maybe the psychics were brainwashing everyone, or the ones who could fly only pretended that they were stuck.
No, it was just denial. Aidan shook his head at his own thoughts and reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He stuck it between his lips and snapped his fingers, alighting a flame at the ends of his fingertips, which he used to light the cigarette with. Aiden then inhaled deeply, breathing in the cigarette's relaxing qualities. He turned his attention back to cloud watching, tucking his arms behind his head where he laid comfortably in the plants.
It wasn't long before he realized his head felt a bit warm. While he was impervious to burns thanks to his power, that didn't mean he didn't have any sense of temperature, and he knew hot when he felt it. He jerked, sitting up abruptly in surprise, realizing he hadn't fully put out the flame in his hand. "Shit!" he exclaimed, quickly squeezing his palm and dousing the flame.
Way to pay attention, Riggs, he scolded himself in his thoughts. He sighed and laid back down, only to realize the heat hadn't gone away. "What the..."
He glanced back, realizing the brush underneath him had caught fire. "SHIT!!" He rolled to his knees, twisting to face the small, but growing fire. He quickly shot out his hands, concentrating on it and trying his best to make it die down as fast as possible. "Thaaaat's it... cool down..."
He stomped the final flames out with his shoe, and then glanced around nervously, hoping no one had seen that. And hopefully no one would notice the tiny scorched section of the garden either...
Well, that's what he was supposed to be doing, at least. Said the others who put him on gathering duty for the day.
Really Aidan was lounging in the garden with a bucket only halfway filled with gathered food at his side while he stared at the clouds flying by. He thought it strange that somewhere up there, there was an invisible force field, separating the city from the sky. He couldn't see it. He could still feel the breeze when it was windy, and the rain when it was stormy. Was that field really there??
It wasn't the first time he'd wondered if there really was something blocking them. You started to think about all sorts of conspiracy theories when you lived around a bunch of people with strange powers. After all, maybe the psychics were brainwashing everyone, or the ones who could fly only pretended that they were stuck.
No, it was just denial. Aidan shook his head at his own thoughts and reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He stuck it between his lips and snapped his fingers, alighting a flame at the ends of his fingertips, which he used to light the cigarette with. Aiden then inhaled deeply, breathing in the cigarette's relaxing qualities. He turned his attention back to cloud watching, tucking his arms behind his head where he laid comfortably in the plants.
It wasn't long before he realized his head felt a bit warm. While he was impervious to burns thanks to his power, that didn't mean he didn't have any sense of temperature, and he knew hot when he felt it. He jerked, sitting up abruptly in surprise, realizing he hadn't fully put out the flame in his hand. "Shit!" he exclaimed, quickly squeezing his palm and dousing the flame.
Way to pay attention, Riggs, he scolded himself in his thoughts. He sighed and laid back down, only to realize the heat hadn't gone away. "What the..."
He glanced back, realizing the brush underneath him had caught fire. "SHIT!!" He rolled to his knees, twisting to face the small, but growing fire. He quickly shot out his hands, concentrating on it and trying his best to make it die down as fast as possible. "Thaaaat's it... cool down..."
He stomped the final flames out with his shoe, and then glanced around nervously, hoping no one had seen that. And hopefully no one would notice the tiny scorched section of the garden either...