The smoke had taken a while to penetrate the heavy old doors that shut the basement laundry away from the rest of the dorm building, and by the time it finally reached a smoke alarm that actually worked the blaze was firmly ensconced. What had started as a small electrical fire was rapidly spreading, lapping hungrily at the coils of wires at the
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A chilly breeze blew out his match before it reached his cigarette; the second one followed suit. By the third match he'd only managed to singe the end of the little shit, and his muttered curses were growing more and more vulgar. When the fifth match fell to the sidewalk he stamped mercilessly on the thing just to make sure the Universe knew just how pissed off he was getting.
"Godfuckingdamnitpieceofshit-"
The smell of smoke reached his nose barely a moment before the bell began shrieking in his ears. Genma pivoted in place, taking in the sight of students running and a glowing orange light in places that should be dark at this time of the night.
Whatever he'd had in his hands were now dropped carelessly, and he dashed the twenty feet to the payphones, fishing out a quarter and dialing 911. In the short time it took for the operator to pick up Genma nearly rolled his eyes clear out of his head.
"Ask for a light, and ye shall receive..."
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