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Rules are made to be broken.

You sound like my dad.

You mean I sound like an old guy?

He's not that old, but he likes breaking the rules.

Your dad sounds pretty cool. It's why rules were made.

So um...why'd you think this then?

I'm not the type to sit back and wait, following peoples rules and regulations. If it means I break some rules to be who I am so what? It's fun.

And why exactly are you?

Why what?

Sorry, who.

Names Pyro. Yours?

Jules.

*shy smile*

*holds out hand*

Wanna see something cool?

Sure.

Take my hand.

*bites her lip before reaching out*

*takes her hand, steps behind her, looking over her sholder*

Open your other hand slowly.

*swallows and slowly opens her other hand*

*watches flames springing up from her hand*

Cool huh?

*lets out a shaking breath and nods*

Wanna see something even better?

*nods slowly*

*Covers them both in fire, flames tickling their skin*

Think they'd let me do this if I followed the rules?

*can't move because she scared shitless*

*stops the flames, moves back infront of her*

Not a fan of fire?

That sounds exactly right.

Why do you agree?

I've never been one to follow any rules. Except my own.

Sound like the perfect women.

Why thank you! I think so.

Naturally.

And you do it often right?

If it suits, it suits.

Yeah, but so are rulebreakers. *grin*