Post by Hearth on Jul 8, 2024 21:54:17 GMT -5
Date: January 18th, 7:00 pm
Location: Bayville beach
Tags: Open!
A few months had passed since Lance had discovered his latent mutancy, a few months since his whole life seemed to be changing. The revelation of knowing he was something of a late bloomer still was taking time to process, much less learn to cope with how it was changing his life.
Since the incident in the chemistry labs, he had been banned for a short while, never being able to be in the labs unless one of the teachers were present. Fortunately, that had been the only thing that had occurred and nothing more serious like someone getting seriously burned or injured. But, the negatives seemed to outweigh much of the positives, having resorted to wearing bandages and long sleeve shirts and long legged pants to cover the ever growing rocky patches, cracked in places to reveal the bluish glow of his flames. Considerable time had been taken before he could return to the high school, trying to lay low for a while as well as getting the loss of his books and some property taken care of with scholarship money and his own money. His wardrobe had needed an overhaul with concern regarding the flames, taking some precautions to make sure he didn't end up potentially naked should he lose control.
Yea, he didn't need that embarrassment under his belt.
Taking a much needed break from playing catch up as well as keeping up with his current school load, Lance had decided to take a night drive, arriving to the beachside where it was far more isolated. Plus with it being a Thursday night, fewer people were likely to be out granting him an opportunity to practice with his abilities as he sometimes did to get a better feel for them. It was still a bit cold and crisp this time of year despite the on and off strangely warm weather now and again, but for him it didn't feel that bad. His body was pretty well heated on its own prior to knowing his mutation, and now that it was known to him he felt warm being in long sleeves and long pants. Why he had chosen to wear a short sleeved, casual button down shirt and some cargo shorts, bringing his truck to a stop once he felt he was far enough away from watching eyes. Stepping out of the vehicle, his cracked, rocky patches glowed a soft blue in the darkening beach, for a moment taking in the reflection of the setting sun on the horizon. It seemed calm enough, no distractions or worries to be seen so he could concentrate.
"Start off simple." He told himself, taking a deep breath as he moved several feet away from his truck not wanting to chance of melting it or causing it to explode. Maintaining the flames, that was his goal in mind for that day, see how much he could create without losing control and see how long they would last. Moving his body into a defensive like stance, Lance closed his eyes and began to concentrate on his body, feeling the flames that seemed to be slowly consuming his very core, breathing in then out over and over, gradually causing flames to rise from the cracks in his body and others to appear in those spots not yet consumed by the same rocky hide.
'Focus...focus...' Lance told himself over and over, trying to keep the flames alight until a few minutes passed and that sensation in his veins as if liquid hot metal was running through them caused him to let out a small gasp of pain. The flames dispersed, the young man letting out a silent cry as he fell to his hands and knees and the bright light returned to a faint dimness, his entire body shaking as the pain took longer to pass. "Does it have to hurt this much." He groaned under his breath to no one in particular.
Location: Bayville beach
Tags: Open!
A few months had passed since Lance had discovered his latent mutancy, a few months since his whole life seemed to be changing. The revelation of knowing he was something of a late bloomer still was taking time to process, much less learn to cope with how it was changing his life.
Since the incident in the chemistry labs, he had been banned for a short while, never being able to be in the labs unless one of the teachers were present. Fortunately, that had been the only thing that had occurred and nothing more serious like someone getting seriously burned or injured. But, the negatives seemed to outweigh much of the positives, having resorted to wearing bandages and long sleeve shirts and long legged pants to cover the ever growing rocky patches, cracked in places to reveal the bluish glow of his flames. Considerable time had been taken before he could return to the high school, trying to lay low for a while as well as getting the loss of his books and some property taken care of with scholarship money and his own money. His wardrobe had needed an overhaul with concern regarding the flames, taking some precautions to make sure he didn't end up potentially naked should he lose control.
Yea, he didn't need that embarrassment under his belt.
Taking a much needed break from playing catch up as well as keeping up with his current school load, Lance had decided to take a night drive, arriving to the beachside where it was far more isolated. Plus with it being a Thursday night, fewer people were likely to be out granting him an opportunity to practice with his abilities as he sometimes did to get a better feel for them. It was still a bit cold and crisp this time of year despite the on and off strangely warm weather now and again, but for him it didn't feel that bad. His body was pretty well heated on its own prior to knowing his mutation, and now that it was known to him he felt warm being in long sleeves and long pants. Why he had chosen to wear a short sleeved, casual button down shirt and some cargo shorts, bringing his truck to a stop once he felt he was far enough away from watching eyes. Stepping out of the vehicle, his cracked, rocky patches glowed a soft blue in the darkening beach, for a moment taking in the reflection of the setting sun on the horizon. It seemed calm enough, no distractions or worries to be seen so he could concentrate.
"Start off simple." He told himself, taking a deep breath as he moved several feet away from his truck not wanting to chance of melting it or causing it to explode. Maintaining the flames, that was his goal in mind for that day, see how much he could create without losing control and see how long they would last. Moving his body into a defensive like stance, Lance closed his eyes and began to concentrate on his body, feeling the flames that seemed to be slowly consuming his very core, breathing in then out over and over, gradually causing flames to rise from the cracks in his body and others to appear in those spots not yet consumed by the same rocky hide.
'Focus...focus...' Lance told himself over and over, trying to keep the flames alight until a few minutes passed and that sensation in his veins as if liquid hot metal was running through them caused him to let out a small gasp of pain. The flames dispersed, the young man letting out a silent cry as he fell to his hands and knees and the bright light returned to a faint dimness, his entire body shaking as the pain took longer to pass. "Does it have to hurt this much." He groaned under his breath to no one in particular.