I really see you upside down -- Sammy

[November Adams]

"What a dreadfully lazy afternoon," The brunette teenager mumbled from her spot on the itchy yellow-green grass of the field. She had flopped down on it a while ago, completely uncaring as to who was passing by. At first, November had taken to watching the blotches of clouds pass by in the lingering wind, but her eyelids soon fell heavy and closed. Not asleep, but rather begrudgingly tired all of the sudden, she let out a long sigh. Offhandedly, she listened over the conversation two younger students were having in the grass a few feet away, the smell of food was present even from her position - a picnic? It was still rather chilly for a picnic, but whatever floated their boat, she supposed. They were going back and forth about one of the teachers, she hadn't caught who, and how they had been so terribly pissy during class, snapping at the students continuously throughout the period. A bit of a smirk tweaked on the corners of her lips, and she thought that maybe the students had done something to put the teacher in such a mood.

November crossed her arms behind her head, propping her neck away from the itchy grass that poked at her pale skin ruthlessly. Her hair whipped in her face as the cool wind stirred the trees and air around them. Another sigh escaped her lips, a lack of anything to do. Classes were done, dinner wasn't for another hour or so. The dorm got boring, quickly and she didn't really feel like driving down to the town. The picnic-goers voices were beginning to get annoying, but Ember kept her mouth shut, idly wondering if they even knew she was over there. Dead leaves left from winter brushed around, the ticks from her pocket watch were heard. Momentarily she considered going for a run, then dismissed the thought as it would actually take effort.

Ember scrunched her nose up in frustration - sometimes she considered just completely fast-forwarding time when she was bored like this. But then she'd miss too much.

[Samuel Rixon]

Much as “lazy” was a word Sam would have liked to use today, it wasn’t happening. Between sleeping late and getting dressed without looking at what he was putting on (as it was, he’d gone to two morning classes before realizing that a) the shirt was inside out, and b) it wasn’t actually his). Not that any of that was terribly uncommon. He had a horrible habit of sleeping in, pulling on the first clothes he touched, and running out the door. It was always easy to tell, the mornings he bothered to take some time to get ready. His naturally wavy hair would be tamed, more or less, and he looked somewhat stylish. Today, it was obvious. And what had been worse? He’d run into Ember that morning, where she’d oh so kindly informed him that it was her shirt he was wearing. Of course, he’d just laughed it off, and dashed off to his training session.

And there was a topic he could happily avoid. Training was not going well. And he’d actually been concentrating today. That just made it worse, and it was a little frustrating for him. He was just a little sick of being in the lower level classes, because his control was lacking. But it had been made clear. Until he exhibited some kind of control over fire, he wasn’t moving up. End of story.

And now he was outside. Looking for something. Well, someone. He’d had a bit of a shit day, and he needed his roommate/best friend/fuck buddy/surrogate sister/whatever else he felt like tacking on. Ember. It was freezing (in his mind, anyway), and he was layered in his favourite cozy sweatpants, Ember’s shirt (because it was cozy, warm, and he was lazy), a hoodie, a warm jacket, and mitts. He looked a little ridiculous, but hey, he was happy. And wanted to avoid hypothermia, thank you.

At least Ember was easy to find. He’d checked a few places inside before venturing outside, but now he had, he was happy. With a little, manic grin, he sprinted the last few yards and dove into the grass beside her, yelling “Geronimo!” He’s lacking a few hundred brain cells. Obviously, because he sat up and flashed a grin at his friend. “Hey, Ember. Whatcha doin’?” At least Sammy’s cute. It makes up for his stupidity.

[November Adams]

The brunette girl lying on the grassy field had the sinking suspicion something weird was about to happen. She didn't have to be a psychic to figure that one out when she heard the thump of footsteps growing closer, and a loud yell to accompany an already hard-to-miss entrance. Still, when Sammy landed directly next to the resting girl, she had started and jumped away, her heart speeding up momentarily. "Jesus," She whispered, giving him an incredulous look before lying back down beside him. She scooted herself into the ground to get comfy again, ignoring the stabs of the dry, itchy grass.

"Hey Sam," She offered with a smile. "Not a lot, just chilling. I was watching the clouds, but they kept floating away, which made me sad." November said, shrugging a bit as she brushed her hair from her face; the wind continued to continuously whip it up and around her head in a bothersome way. "And that's still my shirt," She joked, pointing to the inside-out yellow long sleeve shirt he was wearing. She knew this because he didn't own anything of that shade of mustard yellow, and the fact that she had worn it the previous day.

Though she really couldn't blame the boy, he was always rushed in the mornings. She knew this because she woke up a full half an hour ahead of him to get to class on time, and even she only made it a few minutes before the bell rang. Sammy usually came stumbling in a few minutes after the tardy bell, jumbling some excuse and sitting next to her with a frazzled grin. Really, at least he was cute. She rolled her eyes momentarily, but an endearing grin on her face kept her from being too skeptical; "So how was my little pyro's day?" She asked, glancing over to him.

[Samuel Rixon]

Weird? Sammy would resent that, if he had the brain power. He was just happy to see his friend. A little too happy, really. It’s a wonder he didn’t set her hair on fire, or anything. When he was emotional, it was easy to accidentally fire off a fireball or two. As Ember jumped, Sam just grinned a little and waited for her to come back. But he just couldn’t help retorting to her little comment. “No, not Jesus. Just me.” Oh Sammy… he really was lucky he was cute, because half the time he didn’t even filter the things that came out of his mouth. Filtering requires forethought, and that didn’t fly too often with Sam.

“Hey.” He pulled his arms around himself, blocking against the slight chill in the air. It was too cold for his liking. “Aw, man. Stupid clouds. Makin’ my Ember sad.” He reached out and snagged her around the shoulders, pulling her into a half a hug. “I’d get ‘em for you, but… we both know how that would go.” And nobody really wants to see a massive fireball in the sky, unless it’s the sun. But the shirt comment made him grin. “Yeah. And it still looks better on me. Inside out ‘n all.” He wouldn’t give it back until they were back inside, anyway. Because that meant being shirtless, even for a moment, in freezing (for him, anyway) weather. Not happening.

Sam had a talent for skidding into class at the late minute, and spouted some garbled, half articulated excuse, which tended to send him back into his seat beside Ember. He was glad they were in the same classes. It was so much fun to compete with her when it came to answering questions. He just didn’t compete nicely. He had much more fun inventing his own answers. He wasn’t motivated to do that well when it came to academics. He was more interested in developing his ability. He shrugged at her question. “Same old. Caught shit for not being able to make so much as a spark, then got yelled at because I scorched the door.” He pouted slightly. Sometimes, school sucked. “So I came to find you, so I could cheer the hell up.” Which was sweet. Sort of.

[November Adams]

"Sammy, let's not try to light the sky on fire, shall we?" She suggested with a smirk, knowing fully well he would probably see no problem shooting fireballs into the air at the clouds. For one thing, they wouldn't even come close to hitting the clouds, and had a much likelier chance of catching something like, oh, the school, on fire. The teen didn't really react to the close proximity of her two-year roommate. She had lost her personal bubble the moment she had met him - besides, they had been much closer than this before.

She rolled her eyes at his comment, "Yeah, sure, you wish. You know I'm hotter than you, don't pretend I'm not." She couldn't help the laugh from erupting - that's something she would have never said to anyone else. The boy had that effect on her, maybe that was why they were such good friends even though they had practically opposite ideas. She liked school, and reading, and relaxing. He liked playing with fire and being nocturnal. But they both possessed a sort of laid-back personality that probably also helped draw them closer as friends.

"I'm flattered," November over dramatized with a look of astonishment before flashing him a smile and snuggling into the ground again. She welcomed the warmth of another person; even if he was wrapped in like four layers of clothes, his body heat was impossible to miss. After a few moments of silence, Ember huffed a sigh and took her pocket watch from the pocket of her jeans. It ticked quietly as she studied the hands, calculating when dinner would start. Not soon enough. "I'm hungry, let's go to town." She said suddenly, sitting up and replacing the watch in her pocket. Digging through the bag; pushing aside papers, pencils and notes, she grasped a ring of keys and jingled them in the open air. Included with the mess of key chains and her dorm key, was the key to her van which was on campus.

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing. Either he’d light the whole damn sky on fire, or, more likely, something else. Or nothing would happen. His ability was unpredictable. “You ruin everything fun, Ember.” If he was actually able to produce a flame on command, it might have been fun to watch the cloud burn. Of course, he’d probably get in trouble for it. Big trouble. But it would be worth it, for the few moments of entertainment it would give him. Sam liked being closer to Ember, because it was just easy. He wasn’t sure what, exactly, she counted as, but he’d dubbed her his “BFF” within weeks of them meeting last year. So that was what she stayed as.

He stuck his tongue out about the hotness comment. Despite the inkling he’d regret it, he pulled off one of his mitts and pressed his warm bare hand against hers. “’Scuse me? Who’s hotter?” Of course, he meant it in an entirely different context, but in his mind, it was completely valid. He pulled his mitt back on and leaned back on his hands again. “... You’d probably pull off a skirt better ‘n me, though.” And there was an image nobody wanted. Sammy in a skirt. Not so flattering. Really, it was their chilled out personalities that seemed to draw them closer. Sammy was the idiot in the back of the class that yelled out stupid answers, usually before Ember could give the teacher the correct one. Funnily enough, it didn’t cause many waves between them. Probably because neither one really could be bothered to care.

A built-in space heater, that was Sam. He didn’t even care how it looked, being tucked next to Ember. If he was still feeling a touch of a chill through his million layers, he couldn’t imagine how she was functioning. Then again, her body temperature was normal, for a human. “You better be,” he said with a little smirk. He was content just lying there, watching the clouds drift away, but then Ember started playing with her watch. Her suggestion made him grin. He was a teenage boy, he was hungry all the time. “Ember, that’s the best frickin’ idea I’ve heard all day.” Besides “practice your control, or you’re never going to graduate.” “Can we hit someplace with fries? I need ‘em. Bad.” He doesn’t really, but he can pretend.

[November Adams]

Ember couldn't say she was surprised, or really that she minded, when Sammy's overly-warm hand wrapped around her own. The boy was super heated, and the girl's own high body temperature paled in comparison to his regular status. It was kind of amusing to picture what the doctors thought when they took his temperature - probably a good thing they had a doc on campus. Or generally the entire student body would be screwed. "I can practically hear my skin sizzling," She drawled, only half-sarcastic. November barked out a laugh at the mental picture of her roommate in a skirt - now that would be a sight. "Yeah, leave the skirts to me... Well, that is, if I actually wore the bloody things." She mused truthfully. Skirts weren't really... her.

She grinned when her friend agreed that food was a good idea - they were teenagers. They ate a lot. Constantly, really. Especially the time turner - though she had a small stature, and fairly thin waist, she was constantly eating. Candy was a huge part of her diet. She moved, propping herself off the ground and stood. Brushing the dry grass off her bum and back, she raised an eyebrow expectantly at Sam, as if to silently ask, "Ya coming?"

"Fries it is, then." She said triumphantly, making the forgotten picnic-goers give her a strange look. "To the hippie van!" November pointed toward the campus parking lot where her red van was parked. Her keys jingled in her hand as she began toward that direction, a smile on her face. She loved spontaneous things like this.

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Wanna start a continuation thread in town? :]

[Samuel Rixon]

Sammy was well used to be summoned to Ember’s room in the dead of the winter to be little more than a space heater. It didn’t bother him, except initially. But he managed to warm his little Ember up in no time. Honestly, Sam was glad for having the doctor trained in meta-humans at the campus. When his ability had first emerged, he’d freaked his mother out by having a seemingly high fever, but he felt just fine. Of course, he’d also been near hypothermic in the late fall that same year, after his older brother had locked him out of the house as a prank. He grinned at her little drawl. “Lies. You love it.” But his expression turned wary as she laughed. Oh, he knew exactly what she was picturing. “Yeah...” Not that he wouldn’t turn down a bet to do it... he just wouldn’t be happy. “Hey, you’d look cute in a skirt. Show off those cute little ankles.” He copped a little grin and gave one her ankles a playful little squeeze.

Food was an important part of Sammy’s life. His ability didn’t leave him vulnerable to hunger, but being a teenage boy certainly did. He was always carrying junk around in his backpack. Especially sugar, because his mother didn’t exactly condone him eating it at home. A sugar rush was a bad idea in the young pyro. Too much risk of him spontaneously combusting something. But sugar rushes were so much fun. At her invitation, Sam sprang to his feet, not bothering to brush off the grass. His wallet was in his hoodie pocket, so he was good to go. “Yup!”

“Woo! Hippie van!” Sam loved Ember’s van, hippie or not. At least one of them could drive. His mother didn’t trust him behind the wheel. He was too easily distracted. He grinned as he snatched Ember’s hand. He was forward, most of the time, though he understood fully that they weren’t dating. They were buddies, and he was so much happier that way. Girlfriends = effort. Buddies, not so much. “Fuck, Ember, I’m staaaaarving.”

[ooc- sounds good, yep!]