(OOC: I figured yes.  That way they can interact and see more of each other, and realize that if it wasn't for all of that's about to happen, they would have<em>never</em>noticed each other.  Create a better dichotomy between them.  :))<br/><br/>Mark tried to focus on the fire, imagining it going out or getting wet or becoming cold, but nothing seemed to work.  He had noticed twice before this attempt.  Once when it froze a hot coffee he'd been drinking during a study session with some friends which caused him to promptly panic and run out, giving some lame excuse about feeling tired.  The time before that was when Mark caught a shirt on fire ironing it, and in his fear of burning the house down, the room went cold and the fire was out, as well as the temperature dropping 40 degrees.  Strangely, when he lowered the temperature in the room, he had noticed the physical evidence but couldn't actually feel the cold itself and that's when Mark began to toy with the idea that he might have some sort of super powers...<br/><br/>Somehow though, Mark couldn't get them to work again as he stared at the flaming barrel, realizing that if anyone were to come and visit him right now, they would most likely think he was some kind of hooligan using fireworks for fun, or worse, just a pyromaniac nut-job.  Still, as Mark stood there with his hands out, focused on the fire, nothing was going to stop him from trying to activate these powers or whatever they were.  When he realized that he was the cause of these strange happenings around him, besides feeling terrified and curious, Mark felt... special.<br/><br/>All his life Mark had tried to stand out, and his entire life he had faced nothing but failure.  Having this gift was the first time he thought it might be possible to be more than just some preppy kid with a fashion problem.  He needed this to work.<br/><br/>And somehow at that moment the entire plummeted in temperature, and ice covered the barrel that was previously on fire.  The ice didn't stop growing however and began to cover the entire area, condensation from the air seeming to gather together and become colder all in the same moment to create sheets of ice covering the ground, the barrel and even a few impounded cars.  It wasn't until Mark lowered his hands to look at them did he see that he was now standing in a practical ice rink with crazy metal sculptures, cracking from the brittle cold.  Mark could feel that the humidity had lowered and the air was drier, proving his theory that the ice he created came from the moisture in the air itself.  He wanted to think about it more, come up with some more theories, but at the moment-<br/><br/><strong>"Yahoo!  Yes, yes, yes!!!!  GOD YES!!!"</strong>Mark shouted to the sky, slipping a little on the ice as he ran and jumped around, forgetting for a moment that he was in public.