((This was something I attached when applying to my supergroup The Nemesis Council and you can read Blazing Embers Bio information in one of these spots: Nemesis Council Freedom Corps Files (Bio only) , or the Who's Who of Virtue (RolePlaying). As I've noted with other posts I do try and catch spelling errors and mistakes but spelling checking and dictionary.com only get's you so far and offers only so much help *grin* This story here is finished, it's just a short one and I was planning on continuing Blazing's tale in other story arcs not letting this one run on forever. This just was something for me to have fun to introduce him and show the things he was hanging on to is all.))
The Parole of Blazing Embers
Jon sat down at his new desk at his new office job. He'd already been through the desk searching for a book of matches when someone tossed a fresh book onto his desk.
Grinning widely he took them eagerly from the man who had proposed this ludicrious plan in the first place. "Thanks."
Steve nodded, "Yeah I heard they took your other ones and wouldn't let you have them back."
Jon snorted, "I just got out and they think I'm going to run right out and torch the town again."
Steve smiled, "Well you did once don't forget."
"Hey, hey, hey," Jon protested, "I wasn't alone in that."
Steve chuckled, "But you started it."
"It was only a small fire! Not my fault that Hellion moron Pryomaniac wanted to heat things up a bit. He was never quite right upstairs."
Steve smiled then placed a file on the desk in front of Jon, "Look, don't freak out about this but I thought you'd want to see it."
Jon's smile faded as he saw his name on the file on the desk. Slowly he nodded.
"Breathe Jon. It's old news."
"Just never thought I'd ever see it. It's just strange is all."
"Well you're on our side this time."
Jon snorted, "No, I'm neutral. All snitch's are."
Steve rolled his eyes, "Informant."
Jon looked at Steve in disbelief, "Informant is just a fancy word for Snitch."
Steve chuckled as he placed a stack of files on top of the ominous file and started to walk off. "Look, up to you, read it when you want to but you really should read it," he stated pointing to the wedding ring Jon still wore.
Jon looked down at the ring puzzled then at the file peaking from underneath the rest. His curiousity getting the best of him he carefully pulled it out from the bottom of the stack and opened it up.
He half chuckled at the picture of himself in there, such a young person. Was he ever this young? He read the information he was familiar with like Steve said, old news. It was all so familiar he almost missed it. "Divorced" His body felt a jolt and he sat there dumbfounded. 'How does a dead person file for divorce?' he wondered. A bigger question, why didn't he know about it. 'Must be a mistake' he thought. Steve will know how to fix it.
He took the file in hand and quickly marched over to Steve's office. "Steve this is wrong-"
"You saw it," sighed Steve, "and no it's quite correct."
Jon's eyes narrowed as his jaw tightened, "No. It's wrong. Fix it."
Steven shook his head, "I can't."
Jon could feel his anger rising but he did what he could to surpress it, nothing like getting fired on the first day, "Why not. She was my wife."
"And you killed her Jon. Her family protested that you were her next of kin for the inheritance, they took it to court and were granted a divorce between you two. Since you were sentanced to prison over the Paragon Fires, the judge granted it," Steve explained.
Jon frowned. He had always loved fire, it had never been a curse to him, the consequences were not important - until now. "What were the grounds?"
Steve tried not to smile as he said it and did his best to hide it, "Irreconcilable differences."
Jon eyed everything in the room except his new boss. He offered a cold silence for what seemed like an enternity before looking up at Steve and curled his lip into a sneer, "Damn mother-in-laws." Turning in one smooth motion, he headed down the hall and made his way towards the door.
The receptionist protested as he tried to open the front double doors, "Sir! Mr. Huff! You can't leave! You have to stay inside-"
Jon paused with the door slightly ajar and sighed his head dropping to his chest a low grumble escaping from within his throat. It was time to turn on the charm. His eyes immediately sparkled with an unspoken trust that let the niave instantly believe he was honest and true. His smile was thin but contagious at times. He narrowed his eyes a bit to add in that touch of intimidation as let go of the handle. He turned around slowly to give this winning package to the young receptionist. He approached her desk with confidence, as he did all things, and casually leaned over the top of her chest high desk to bring himself as close to her face as possible. Speaking quietly, just short of a whisper, he asked her assuredly, "Can I take a smoke break dear?"
She thought for a moment, her eyes flickering to the monitor at her desk which showed the ankle binder he wore. It had been calibrated to surpress his fire abilities and keep him grounded. Looking back at him she nodded reluctantly at first then smiled politely at him. It had worked but he knew it would.
"Thank you darling."
Heading outside he pulled a pack of cigarettes from an inside jacket pocket. Tapping one from the pack he returned it to it's rightful place. He quickly lit the cigarette without striking a match and within minutes he finished it. Before returning to his office he removed his wedding band and tossed it in the trash can that sat outside.
Once he was inside and past the receptionist; Jon found he couldn't find it in him to continue down the hall. Spinning around, he briskly walked towards the woman at the desk again. When she tried to object Jon quickly and rather forcefully shoved her back into her chair as he continued towards the door griping at himself the entire way. He rummaged through the can, found the ring and returned it to it's correct finger.
((This was something I attached when applying to my supergroup The Nemesis Council and you can read Blazing Embers Bio information in one of these spots: Nemesis Council Freedom Corps Files (Bio only) , or the Who's Who of Virtue (RolePlaying). As I've noted with other posts I do try and catch spelling errors and mistakes but spelling checking and dictionary.com only get's you so far and offers only so much help *grin* This story here is finished, it's just a short one and I was planning on continuing Blazing's tale in other story arcs not letting this one run on forever. This just was something for me to have fun to introduce him and show the things he was hanging on to is all.))
The Parole of Blazing Embers
Jon sat down at his new desk at his new office job. He'd already been through the desk searching for a book of matches when someone tossed a fresh book onto his desk.
Grinning widely he took them eagerly from the man who had proposed this ludicrious plan in the first place. "Thanks."
Steve nodded, "Yeah I heard they took your other ones and wouldn't let you have them back."
Jon snorted, "I just got out and they think I'm going to run right out and torch the town again."
Steve smiled, "Well you did once don't forget."
"Hey, hey, hey," Jon protested, "I wasn't alone in that."
Steve chuckled, "But you started it."
"It was only a small fire! Not my fault that Hellion moron Pryomaniac wanted to heat things up a bit. He was never quite right upstairs."
Steve smiled then placed a file on the desk in front of Jon, "Look, don't freak out about this but I thought you'd want to see it."
Jon's smile faded as he saw his name on the file on the desk. Slowly he nodded.
"Breathe Jon. It's old news."
"Just never thought I'd ever see it. It's just strange is all."
"Well you're on our side this time."
Jon snorted, "No, I'm neutral. All snitch's are."
Steve rolled his eyes, "Informant."
Jon looked at Steve in disbelief, "Informant is just a fancy word for Snitch."
Steve chuckled as he placed a stack of files on top of the ominous file and started to walk off. "Look, up to you, read it when you want to but you really should read it," he stated pointing to the wedding ring Jon still wore.
Jon looked down at the ring puzzled then at the file peaking from underneath the rest. His curiousity getting the best of him he carefully pulled it out from the bottom of the stack and opened it up.
He half chuckled at the picture of himself in there, such a young person. Was he ever this young? He read the information he was familiar with like Steve said, old news. It was all so familiar he almost missed it. "Divorced" His body felt a jolt and he sat there dumbfounded. 'How does a dead person file for divorce?' he wondered. A bigger question, why didn't he know about it. 'Must be a mistake' he thought. Steve will know how to fix it.
He took the file in hand and quickly marched over to Steve's office. "Steve this is wrong-"
"You saw it," sighed Steve, "and no it's quite correct."
Jon's eyes narrowed as his jaw tightened, "No. It's wrong. Fix it."
Steven shook his head, "I can't."
Jon could feel his anger rising but he did what he could to surpress it, nothing like getting fired on the first day, "Why not. She was my wife."
"And you killed her Jon. Her family protested that you were her next of kin for the inheritance, they took it to court and were granted a divorce between you two. Since you were sentanced to prison over the Paragon Fires, the judge granted it," Steve explained.
Jon frowned. He had always loved fire, it had never been a curse to him, the consequences were not important - until now. "What were the grounds?"
Steve tried not to smile as he said it and did his best to hide it, "Irreconcilable differences."
Jon eyed everything in the room except his new boss. He offered a cold silence for what seemed like an enternity before looking up at Steve and curled his lip into a sneer, "Damn mother-in-laws." Turning in one smooth motion, he headed down the hall and made his way towards the door.
The receptionist protested as he tried to open the front double doors, "Sir! Mr. Huff! You can't leave! You have to stay inside-"
Jon paused with the door slightly ajar and sighed his head dropping to his chest a low grumble escaping from within his throat. It was time to turn on the charm. His eyes immediately sparkled with an unspoken trust that let the niave instantly believe he was honest and true. His smile was thin but contagious at times. He narrowed his eyes a bit to add in that touch of intimidation as let go of the handle. He turned around slowly to give this winning package to the young receptionist. He approached her desk with confidence, as he did all things, and casually leaned over the top of her chest high desk to bring himself as close to her face as possible. Speaking quietly, just short of a whisper, he asked her assuredly, "Can I take a smoke break dear?"
She thought for a moment, her eyes flickering to the monitor at her desk which showed the ankle binder he wore. It had been calibrated to surpress his fire abilities and keep him grounded. Looking back at him she nodded reluctantly at first then smiled politely at him. It had worked but he knew it would.
"Thank you darling."
Heading outside he pulled a pack of cigarettes from an inside jacket pocket. Tapping one from the pack he returned it to it's rightful place. He quickly lit the cigarette without striking a match and within minutes he finished it. Before returning to his office he removed his wedding band and tossed it in the trash can that sat outside.
Once he was inside and past the receptionist; Jon found he couldn't find it in him to continue down the hall. Spinning around, he briskly walked towards the woman at the desk again. When she tried to object Jon quickly and rather forcefully shoved her back into her chair as he continued towards the door griping at himself the entire way. He rummaged through the can, found the ring and returned it to it's correct finger.
"Divorced my [censored]."