<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/4aa9e0db-0581-444e-bb7f-8f572822864f_zps0157cbe7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Pyro / John Allerdyce<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York<br/><strong>Whereabouts</strong>Rikers Island Mutant Cell<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mystique, Anyone within earshot of his cell<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A paperless environment was a punishment in more ways than one for the blond haired mutant man. It didn't matter that having paper alone would not be enough for him to cause a fire, they didn't seem to want to risk it. After all, most mutants were continuously evolving in some way. For all they knew, he could suddenly one day be able to start fires on his own without the need for extra equipment. It wasn't an unfounded fear, but he knew it was one that would never happen. If there was one thing he knew about his life, it was that things never went the way he wanted them to on their own. He had to force it to happen.<br/><br/>Without paper, he couldn't even hope to start a fire and quell the burning within his bones to do so, but he also couldn't write. To be denied something so simple as a pen and paper to write his thoughts down was cruel, in his opinion. He'd been giving a small recorder to put his thoughts into, but it wasn't the same. Not even close. He knew the people here were monsters. Not just the ones in the cells either. How much money could someone make off of the ramblings and ideas of a prisoner? He had no doubts that the guards would steal his recorder and try to pass off the ideas on it as their own. Not that they couldn't do the same with it written down, but that wasn't the point. But it was all bottled up inside of him now. He had no way to write it down. They wouldn't even give him a marker to write on the wall with.<br/><br/><strong>"Someone shut that dipstick up!"</strong>he snapped as he heard Toad starting to sing from somewhere down a ways from his cell. Even so far away, if the airflow caught it just right, he could smell the horrid conditions of the younger mutant's burrow. He couldn't imagine how someone could live that way. Even still, he knew the hopping mutant had his strong points. Magneto may have treated the horrid, little creature like a human shield; but Magneto had still kept him around. That had to mean he was worth something. He'd also managed to survive and endure, though just, and that meant something too. Didn't mean Pyro had to like it,<strong>"...what I wouldn't give for some kero..."</strong>he said with a sigh.<br/><br/>There was no possible way for a spark of any kind to be made in his cell. The floor had been covered in a thin sheet of anti-static material, again, because these idiots didn't understand how his power really worked.<br/>He wasn't even allowed to have things that could possibly be rubbed together to create a flame or friction of any sort. They were being overly cautious.<br/><br/>The commotion outside made him sit up from his bed. His blue eyes scanned the hallway outside his cell bars and he perked up a little when he saw Mystique. His face twisted into a smirk,<strong>"Well, well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. I might just crack a fat,"</strong>he chuckled loudly,<strong>"Cunning as a dunny rat too. Get me a durry and you know I'm yours."</strong><br/><br/>Pyro didn't have to like the blue bitch. In fact, he hated her, but he wasn't about to turn down a way out of here. It wasn't like he had anything better to do and while he preferred working alone, he knew Mystique wouldn't fail in getting them out. He'd been 'loyal' to her before and really had no problem doing it again. Freedom under the thumb of a woman was still freedom more than this cell.<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">Translations:<br/><br/>Dipstick - Idiot, Kero - Kerosene, Crack a fat - Get an erection, Cunning as a dunny rat - Very cunning person or very cunning plan, Durry - Cigarette</span>