<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn2.teen.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/persia-20090308-jake-prince-of-persia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>George Irons<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City, Natasha's apartment<br/><strong>Time:</strong>8:30 Am, May 30th 2016<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Laura, Sam, Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather Jacket (http://www.vansonleathers.com/events/week_at_vanson/TBIR_03.gif), Black T-shirt, Jeans (https://www.nrsworld.com/prodimages/1368-DEFAULT-l.jpg), Boots (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/41DK8D4DSWL.jpg)<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>George tuned out Laura, and Sam as he continued to read the paper. He figured the girl that was nearly incinerated by his flame would not want to be any closer to him than possible. Which, to be perfectly honest, was fine by him. And expected. So when Laura moved away from Sam, and slipped onto the barstool right next to George, the Hellish biker lifted his head up, and turned to Laura with a quizzical expression upon his face. Though seeing her up close, she was very pretty, and had an almost animalistic attraction. Add to this that she is probably one of the most dangerous mutants on the planet, and it was little wonder why she was so desired by members of the opposite sex, and even some of her own.<br/><br/>When Laura asked if there was anything interesting in the paper, George simply turned back to the printed world. "Corruption, Lust, Avarice, Pride, Sloth, Murder, Theft... " George started to say, but as each word was spoken his voice grew darker, more gravely. His aura seemed to darken as well as he simply stared at the paper in his hand. Small wisps of smoke could be seen curling from underneath the tips of his fingers where his flesh contacted the paper. Along his skin, and face, fine yellow fissure like lines started to glow, and pulse like fire beneath his skin. George closed his eyes, and breathed in the smoke before slowly letting out a long deliberate exhale. As his breath was expelled, the lines quickly receded back to nothingness, and the scent of burning paper ceased. George's hazel eyes flicked back to Laura's. "Pretty much nothing that would prevent me from wanting to turn this City to Ash." He replied simply as he set down the paper. the places where he gripped the material crumbling to ash on the table.