Holy Fire [Jimmy/Marik]

If a ginger can’t start a fire, they might as well be considered dead, right? It’s in our blood - in our genes, the strawberry roots. If there’s one thing I should be able to do, it’s build a fire. I should know, at least, given Michael’s experience. Up until when he was like… 12 years old, Michael did some Scouts thing. You couldn’t tell me what it was, but I only know you got a sash and a bunch of stupid little patches. Mike had to wear the most heinous crime of high socks. His dad organized his small group - or whatever they called it. He had some cute little fire badge. I guess it meant he knew how to make fire. I just had to… imagine I was Michael. Put myself in his fat fucking clown shoes and imagine what he’d do. It can’t be that hard - like, what all does he think about besides balls (tennis ones), me, and balls?

Okay, the latter part is an over-exaggeration. Michael’s not some feral hormone beast. He does look like a beast in the mornings, though. He’s one of those don’t-talk-to-me-before-coffee dudes and walks into school looking like a damn grizzly bear. Not a cute one, either. Dude looked like he just survived the War of Panem every morning.

Anyway. The boy from twelve is over at the firemaking station trying to build a fire. That’s… kind of a boring choice, dude. You’re concerned about making fire? In a place that’s about killing? Unless you plan to throw flaming axes at every turn, I’m not impressed. I hope he’d have more sense in him at his age. He was doing it wrong anyway, so I guess this is my calling to make it all better! He should be thankful I was coming by anyway.

”You’re doing that totally wrong.” I comment as I approach. ”You’ve got it like, built wrong.” No shocker that anyone from Twelve was doing shit wrong - all that time spent in coal mines must be rotting their brains away. Poor things. But you’d think they’d also be used to making fires. Don’t most of them live out on the streets? I swear, they’re all, like, poor. They should be used to building fires. Maybe his kind of fire is only sprouted from waste bins. ”It needs air. For the oxygen to feed it and give it life.” I felt like Michael - using the names of chemical elements to solve the world! So what if it’s one of the most basic forms of it? I know my shit! Or, at least, enough to hopefully make this guy believe me. I could be wrong for all the fuck I know. He doesn’t know that, though. He’s from twelve - is brain is probably polluted with coal dust.