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poly_chromatic2012-10-26 01:09 pm
charring) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-10-26 01:09 pm
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[There's a harsh glow coming from the device. Bright. Yellow-orange-red and occasionally a very, very bright blue. There are the sounds of a crowd cheering and yelling and applauding when the blue flashes and then shouts and gasps when things whoosh and flash multi-colors. And there's a constant crackling sound, faint hisses and pops as if something was on fire.
Which is accurate to a point. It's not a something. It's a someone. And they're not on fire.
They are fire.
The glow retreats some and Charlie comes into view, an almost unrecognizable version of herself and if it weren't for the fire everywhere, she'd be quite obviously naked. The fire is well placed, thank God, because Charlie's pissed enough.
There's an announcer somewhere, one who is shouting about the Fire Elemental and don't get too close, folks! She's a fiery one!
And Charlie is pacing, watching someone off-screen with a glare. The voice creeps closer and Charlie continues pacing. Waiting. Watching. There's something clearly predatory about the way she's moving. When the voice moves closer again, Charlie flits from one spot to another much closer to the bars and reaches through, lips curled in a snarl.
The crowd gasps again and the announcer shouts it's okay, it's alright! She can't get out. The bars are flame resistant.
It's true. With Charlie as close as she is, there should be some damage to her surroundings but there are none.
Offstage, someone hurls a bucket of water at her and she ducks, arms over her head as she hurries away from it. She gasps and the water hits her, pain on her face as she tries to shield herself from the onslaught.
The crowd laughs, the laughter fades and the camera switches out just as Charlie peeks out beteen her arms, glaring. Whoever put her in here better hope she doesn't get out.]
Which is accurate to a point. It's not a something. It's a someone. And they're not on fire.
They are fire.
The glow retreats some and Charlie comes into view, an almost unrecognizable version of herself and if it weren't for the fire everywhere, she'd be quite obviously naked. The fire is well placed, thank God, because Charlie's pissed enough.
There's an announcer somewhere, one who is shouting about the Fire Elemental and don't get too close, folks! She's a fiery one!
And Charlie is pacing, watching someone off-screen with a glare. The voice creeps closer and Charlie continues pacing. Waiting. Watching. There's something clearly predatory about the way she's moving. When the voice moves closer again, Charlie flits from one spot to another much closer to the bars and reaches through, lips curled in a snarl.
The crowd gasps again and the announcer shouts it's okay, it's alright! She can't get out. The bars are flame resistant.
It's true. With Charlie as close as she is, there should be some damage to her surroundings but there are none.
Offstage, someone hurls a bucket of water at her and she ducks, arms over her head as she hurries away from it. She gasps and the water hits her, pain on her face as she tries to shield herself from the onslaught.
The crowd laughs, the laughter fades and the camera switches out just as Charlie peeks out beteen her arms, glaring. Whoever put her in here better hope she doesn't get out.]
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