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[andgettingworse]

Day: 5
Characters: Axel (fiery_finale), Paul (andgettingworse)
Summary: A check on medication and shameless plotting with fire.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Afternoon, First Recreation Time (during the beginning of the party).
Status: Closed, Incomplete.

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[firaga]

Dangerous an accurate word for it, as not only did the man have a taste for destruction, he was just as unpredictable as his element. Fire could smolder for days, then suddenly burst into flame. Sometimes, that was the most dangerous part of all.

Axel had been able to keep up appearances with a line of sarcasm and amusement. If anything, he was able to keep his head in tough situations. Perhaps it was his own sick amusement in the ordeal that helped him to cope.

He had died with a grin on his face, after his explosive suicide

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Tap, tap, tap-

The sound stopped and the pen in Paul's hand stood still. Maybe he should at least pretend to take a few notes. Maybe. He couldn't really be bothered, he wasn't even really listening. What occupied his mind was the surveillance. He knew about the intercom, but he could never be sure that he had been told everything. So, while Axel was speaking, he was thinking. The question was who, for now. Who would be the first target, the practise, rather than would this work at all. At least for now, Paul had little doubts it would. From one pyromaniac to the other, there was a certain understanding of motivation.

"That's not a symptom," he reminded himself to correct. And then, all of a sudden, he smiled, put his finger in front of his lips, and leaned in.

"Missing that little hobby of yours?" he whispered, out of reach of any microphones that might have been hidden somewhere.

[firaga]

Axel furrowed his brow slightly at the tapping, taking note that he didn't seem to actually be writing anything down. What was he playing at? Curious, he turned his attention to watch the mans face, head tilted down slightly and grin still firmly in place.

Oh, Paul had no reason to worry about the plan not working, really. Axel would not turn down such an opportunity. Luckily for him, the 'who' mattered little as well. Axel was, figuratively and literally, a heartless bastard. Sometimes, people got hurt. Most of the time, Axel didn't care.

"Not a symptom? I think it is," he replied, leaning back slightly and stretching. "Means I'm not feeling like myself, doesn't it?"

Rubbing his face, he scrunched his nose and features up slightly, listening when the voice fell to a whisper. Shooting a glance around, paranoia aiding in following Paul's lead, he leaned forward, putting a hand on his knee, eyes lighting up.

"More than anything."

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For just a short moment, Paul's lips spread into a grin that revealed sharp, messy teeth, when he whispered back, "Figured