Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2015 4:58:40 GMT
OOC: Since Cole is a new character, both heroes and villains are welcome in this thread. I haven't decided if he's going to be good or evil yet, so if anyone is willing to act as an influence in either direction, you're more than welcome to. I can also change the date if necessary. IC:
November 13th, 2017. 2:33 P.M.
Cole paced back and forth inside of the abandoned warehouse in which he took shelter. He could hear the resonance of the rain pouring down outside, and he dreaded going out into it.
The warehouse was small, though it left plenty of room for Cole to reside inside. Cobwebs occupied the spaces between the wooden beams on the ceiling, and the floor creaked with any ounce of pressure, but the young man was still thankful to have somewhere to stay.
It had been two months since his mother had kicked him out, and he was just trying to survive. He had been stealing food whenever he absolutely had to, but yet again he was running low.
When he'd left home, he thought that it was all for the best, but he soon regretted the whole situation. He desired to go back, but they didn't want him, and he knew that. He needed to persevere.
Sighing, Cole opened the back door of the warehouse, stepping out into the pouring rain. He wanted to make this as quick as possible.
With a fast pace, Calor made his way down the street, quickly approaching a nearby store. He didn't like stealing, but sometimes he just had to. He'd been trying to get a job for ages, and even there no one wanted him.
Stepping inside the store, Cole was immediately aware that something was very wrong. Everyone stood frozen, appearing completely petrified.
Cole furrowed his eyebrows, before realizing what was happening. The store was in the middle of an armed robbery, and he'd just walked in on it.
There were three men as far as Cole could see. They were all wearing black attire and ski masks while holding guns.
There were also three groups of hostages. Two or three people were being held at gun point by the cash register, and they all appeared to be employees. A few customers were lined up at the back of the store, also being held at gun point, while more customers were being held in between the aisles. It wasn't looking good.
"Hey, you!"
Eyes wide, Cole watched as one of the armed men aimed a weapon at him, motioning for him to enter the store further. Cole couldn't decide if it would be safer to run or stay, but he didn't want to risk getting shot, so he took a step forward.
"Go back there, now." The robber pointed in the direction of the back of the store, and Cole obeyed him instantaneously, trying to think of a way out of this.
Silently, Calor sat down next to one of the hostages, occupying the space between the final hostage and the wall, as one of the goons glared at him.
"Nobody move or you're getting shot," the masked man yelled.
Cole rolled his eyes in response, managing to see a breaker box in his peripheral vision as he did. It was then that an idea struck him.
He hated using his powers, especially when people were so close to him, but this time he saw no choice. If he could start a fire, everyone would have to evacuate, and the police could handle the situation. The innocent people would be safe, and no one would accuse him for starting the fire if they assumed it was an electrical problem. His plan was perfect, he just had to keep the fire under control.
Cole took a deep breath, focusing on what he had just seen, commanding the kinetic energy between the atoms in the circuits to increase. As the friction in the atoms grew greater, the circuits became hotter, and suddenly sparks started spewing from the box.
Cole smirked to himself. Success.
"What's happening?" the hostage next to him asked, noticing the sparks.
Everyone held their breath as they watched the breaker box spew the beginnings of a bad situation. Cole then intensified his concentration, he wanted flames.
With a moment's notice, fire started reaching out from the electrical box, causing people to move toward the other side of the store in an extreme panic. Calor remained calm, only moving with them to avoid suspicion.
Before Cole could realize it, the flames began growing at a fast pace in every direction. Things were getting out of hand.
Once Calor noticed, it was too late. Smoke filled the room and it was hard to see. The culprit of the blazing chaos tried to calm himself down in order to control what was happening, but he couldn't. It was too much for him. He diminished a couple of patches, but it wasn't helping much.
"Dang it."
It was then that he realized the situation was dire. Fire blocked the only exit of the store, and people feared for their lives. Cole could do nothing but pray for a miracle. No one in that building deserved to die, not even the robbers.
November 13th, 2017. 2:33 P.M.
Cole paced back and forth inside of the abandoned warehouse in which he took shelter. He could hear the resonance of the rain pouring down outside, and he dreaded going out into it.
The warehouse was small, though it left plenty of room for Cole to reside inside. Cobwebs occupied the spaces between the wooden beams on the ceiling, and the floor creaked with any ounce of pressure, but the young man was still thankful to have somewhere to stay.
It had been two months since his mother had kicked him out, and he was just trying to survive. He had been stealing food whenever he absolutely had to, but yet again he was running low.
When he'd left home, he thought that it was all for the best, but he soon regretted the whole situation. He desired to go back, but they didn't want him, and he knew that. He needed to persevere.
Sighing, Cole opened the back door of the warehouse, stepping out into the pouring rain. He wanted to make this as quick as possible.
With a fast pace, Calor made his way down the street, quickly approaching a nearby store. He didn't like stealing, but sometimes he just had to. He'd been trying to get a job for ages, and even there no one wanted him.
Stepping inside the store, Cole was immediately aware that something was very wrong. Everyone stood frozen, appearing completely petrified.
Cole furrowed his eyebrows, before realizing what was happening. The store was in the middle of an armed robbery, and he'd just walked in on it.
There were three men as far as Cole could see. They were all wearing black attire and ski masks while holding guns.
There were also three groups of hostages. Two or three people were being held at gun point by the cash register, and they all appeared to be employees. A few customers were lined up at the back of the store, also being held at gun point, while more customers were being held in between the aisles. It wasn't looking good.
"Hey, you!"
Eyes wide, Cole watched as one of the armed men aimed a weapon at him, motioning for him to enter the store further. Cole couldn't decide if it would be safer to run or stay, but he didn't want to risk getting shot, so he took a step forward.
"Go back there, now." The robber pointed in the direction of the back of the store, and Cole obeyed him instantaneously, trying to think of a way out of this.
Silently, Calor sat down next to one of the hostages, occupying the space between the final hostage and the wall, as one of the goons glared at him.
"Nobody move or you're getting shot," the masked man yelled.
Cole rolled his eyes in response, managing to see a breaker box in his peripheral vision as he did. It was then that an idea struck him.
He hated using his powers, especially when people were so close to him, but this time he saw no choice. If he could start a fire, everyone would have to evacuate, and the police could handle the situation. The innocent people would be safe, and no one would accuse him for starting the fire if they assumed it was an electrical problem. His plan was perfect, he just had to keep the fire under control.
Cole took a deep breath, focusing on what he had just seen, commanding the kinetic energy between the atoms in the circuits to increase. As the friction in the atoms grew greater, the circuits became hotter, and suddenly sparks started spewing from the box.
Cole smirked to himself. Success.
"What's happening?" the hostage next to him asked, noticing the sparks.
Everyone held their breath as they watched the breaker box spew the beginnings of a bad situation. Cole then intensified his concentration, he wanted flames.
With a moment's notice, fire started reaching out from the electrical box, causing people to move toward the other side of the store in an extreme panic. Calor remained calm, only moving with them to avoid suspicion.
Before Cole could realize it, the flames began growing at a fast pace in every direction. Things were getting out of hand.
Once Calor noticed, it was too late. Smoke filled the room and it was hard to see. The culprit of the blazing chaos tried to calm himself down in order to control what was happening, but he couldn't. It was too much for him. He diminished a couple of patches, but it wasn't helping much.
"Dang it."
It was then that he realized the situation was dire. Fire blocked the only exit of the store, and people feared for their lives. Cole could do nothing but pray for a miracle. No one in that building deserved to die, not even the robbers.