Post by salamander on Mar 28, 2014 23:28:55 GMT -5
Smokey sat on the roof of the rotting house on the outskirts of Austin, Texas. He watched as the sun fell in slow motion in the sky. This house was a part of a trailer park for whatever reason, and kids rushed to their respective trailers as parents called them home. It may not be the most comfortable place in the world, but it's safe. And that's all Smokey cared about. The others were somewhere throughout the house, doing whatever. Smokey didn't really care as long as it didn't draw attention. He looked at his right hand as smoke started to curl from his fingers, he was itching to set something on fire. But again, that would draw attention to himself. Smokey sighed and let his hand fall limp on his knee, he looked to his left and noticed that someone had stoked a fire, as dark grey smoke was floating from the chimney. Smokey frowned, he didn't know if a house like this would catch fire easily, but he didn't want to take that chance. He lifted his hand in the direction of the chimney and concentrated on a vacuum of smoke. Almost immediately, smoke funneled into his hand until there was no more smoke. Hopefully it put out the fire and who ever made the fire got the idea. He looked back out into the city of Austin, maybe he would go into the city tomorrow. Do some sightseeing in his own way.
