Great Balls Of Fire...

[Leon Belenos]

It had been awhile since Leon had gone out to do much of anything with anyone. He didn't have much of a plan when he grabbed his jacket and walked across the grounds just to go to the student lounge. Of course along the way he had enjoyed a cigarette as much as anyone can enjoy one outside in the winter. He was wearing his black parka and blue jeans and hurrying across the grounds as fast as he could. Before he knew what had happened he found his legs sprawled out in front of him and his bottom finding the rock hard ground. It didn't hurt to much now, but give it a few minutes and there was almost guaranteed to be a sizable bruise on top of the wet spot he had on his pants from the snow.

Muttering under his breath as he scooped himself off the ground he let his cigarette fall and he hobbled the rest of the way to the lounge. Maybe someone would rub it for him, but that would take a lot of luck on his part and so far today wasn't his day. Looking around he saw the pool table was occupied so he decided to wait on the couch for it to open up again. After a few minutes the pair using it left and Leon walked over and began setting up. Today he was going to work on some trick shots and see if he could actually get better at the game. If nothing else he would make it entertaining and set fire to the balls.

After ten minutes and countless attempts he still hadn't managed to sink anything how he'd wanted to without scratching or messing up the set up for his next shot. Sighing he racked them up and got ready to break, pausing long enough to start the cue ball on fire. He wound up and that's when he heard a cough behind him; startling him and causing him to strike the ball about ten times harder than he normally would. The flaming cue ball shot across the room and he ran after it trying to put it out as fast as he could, the only problem was the singe marks all over the carpet and the wall where it had rolled to a stop.

Leon turned around and looked at whoever had coughed. "You! You're gonna help me clean this up, after all it never would have happened had you not scared the shit out of me!" He was a little bit angry but on the edge of laughter as he replayed the scene in his mind. After all it really wasn't that big of a deal, no serious fire had started and it was just his luck, however he was limping around in pain now from the short run. Sadly his injury was catching up fast. Now to deal with that, the mess, and the person who had scared him.

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[Faith Thompson]

The winter was not Faiths friend and she would be spending as much of her time in the comfort of the heated indoors as she could. She didn't do winter. She didn't do snow. It was too wet and her and water never really learned to get along too well especially in the winter when she seemed to have a harder time controlling her abilities than other, dryer, times of the year. And with the freshly fallen powdered snow covering the town of Piolet Ridge, today would be no different for the electric petite young girl.

But that didn't mean that she was planning to sit in her dorm all day with her thumb up her ass... no no! She was going to socialize and hopefully find a new pet or someone to entertain her. So, she prettied herself up. She put on her favorite white sweater and a pair of dark jeans paired with her new brown riding boots. Her hair was down, and curled as usual and her makeup was subtle but pretty. After doing a look over in the mirror she grabbed her guitar and headed down to the lounge thanking her mom in her head on the way for teaching her how to sing and play guitar. It seemed that most people quite liked that quality about her and it tended to win her new friends and conversations.

The lounge was disappointingly quiet when she got there. Just some guy with hair too long playing pool and a few freshman hanging out. Lame, she hoped he had a friend coming. She strummed quietly to herself watching as the boy failed miserably at pool, sad, she should help him, but this was way more fun. Suddenly the que ball was on fire and well that perked up Faith. She found herself coughing. Was he serious? He'd have to pay for that he knew right?

Faith's eyes went wide as the ball flew across the room and she laughed loudly watching him try to put it out. "It wouldn't have happened at all if you didn't suck at pool!" She retorted, her voice light and a pretty smile on her face.

[Leon Belenos]

Leon had finally taken the time to see just who it was behind him. "Oh... so you think you can do better? Why don't you teach me a thing or two?" He said, a broad smile slipping onto his face as he reclaimed the cue ball and started walking back to the table tossing it up and down in the air. Of course he was flirting already, it was all part of his nature. Either he was joking, flirting, or completely serious. He leaned on the cue for a moment before he noticed the guitar.

"You been playing that thing for long or is it a new hobby?" He asked curiously. Leon was a big fan of almost every kind of music minus most country. He eyed the guitar carefully, he wasn't an expert seen as how he was an enthusiast rather than a musician. Absently he rubbed his foot on the singe marking on the ground only to find that he was just spreading soot all over the floor. "Guess that's not going to work... I might just leave this one for the custodians... so anyways if you're so much better at pool than me why not prove it?" He asked, the smile still plastered on his face.

Patience wasn't ever one of his virtues and he hardly even waited for a response before he began to rack the balls up again. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a coin to flip to see who would break. "Call it." He said simply as he flipped it into the air. Catching on the back of his hand and covering it up he waited for her response; knowing full well it had landed on heads. A game of pool with someone who seemed to think they knew what they were doing was a lot better than trying to figure out how to do trick shots any day. "The name's Leon by the way."

[Faith Thompson]

The air smelt now of burnt carpet and ash, it wasn't the most appealing smell in the world and there was a slight layer of smoke. The room didn't have the best circulation to say the least. "Yeah, I do think I can do better." Faith coughed slightly as she got up, setting her guitar down on the chair behind her. She was a bit cocky and though pool wasn't her biggest talent she'd been trained well by her brothers. Plus, it was just geometry really, and geometry was quite simple.

"No, guitar is not new to me at all, I've been playing practically my whole life." She told him smoothing down her skirt and grabbing one of the pool sticks off the wall. She eyed him as he tried to rub out the marking only making the black soot grind into the carpet. "If only we had meta's who's abilities were squirting soap out of their eyes and turning into a carpet cleaner." She half joked. It would be pretty cool, and handy, and they'd make good cleaning ladies. It'd be very helpful.

"Heads." She coughed again, she had always been sensitive to dust and smokey air ever since being diagnosed with asthma when she was 7. She went over to the window and opened it fanning out some of the air. That should help.

"I'm Faith." She smiled at him over her shoulder, really taking him in for the first time. He was handsome, in a off beat kind of way. Longer hair, daring, almost dangerous eyes that seemed to have something truly mysterious living behind them. She was curious about this boy, why hadn't she seen him before and more curiously why didn't he know who she was? She was Faith Thompson! And as far as she was concerned everyone should know who she was. Had she really slipped that much in the social ladder since taking on her new little project? Jeeze she had to start a scandal or something... this wasn't acceptable.

[Leon Belenos]

"Your break." He said with a smile. Leon had never been that competitive so he could really care less who started, just as long as she wasn't a shark. He wouldn't have been willing to bet on it though, after all there weren't that many girls out there that actually knew how to play; not in his experience anyway. The outside air met his lungs and he breathed it in deeply. For a smoker the smell of burnt carpet just didn't compare. "I swear my cooking usually smells better than that." He said with a slight grin.

"Faith... I think it suits you, although I haven't known you long enough to decide yet." He said simply. He put the triangle over the balls and racked them up. Strangely he couldn't remember ever hearing about her before, although he was pretty sure he would have. After she broke Leon waited for his turn. The hardest part about it was trying to strategize for him. He could line up shots just fine, but doing it so his next shot would be lined up never seemed to work out for him.

"As you saw I'm a pyro... so what can you do?" He asked curiously. It was basically inevitable when you were meeting new people at Hammel. Depending on the power Leon sometimes found himself being careful not to upset people. After she had finished her first turn he did his best to catch up a little bit and sink a few balls. If he was going to lose he wouldn't let it be by much if he could help it. He managed to sink two and leave one right on the edge by the end of his turn.

"Looks like you're still up on me. I'll have to see if I can change that with the next chance I get." Leon stated, watching her every move carefully and trying to guage what kind of a person she was. If all went well he would have her pegged by the end of the game; that was if he didn't prematurely end it with a mistake.