Mar 11, 2010 13:47
[ Sitting on a bench is a man who looks to be in his twenties. He doesn't seem to be doing anything much but opening and closing his hand. A closer look will reveal that his hand isn't empty -- rather, a small flame starts to life every time he opens it, dancing about in his palm. For some reason, it doesn't seem to be burning him, or anything else.
With a sigh, he brings his hand down. ]
...Strange. Wouldn't have thought this would work here, of all places.
[ Leaning back, he looks out over at the rest of this space, before opening his hand once more and just watching the fire.
The flickering flames are almost hypnotic. ]
arlen (encraned)