French Pashing

The orange haired Aussie that some knew as Pyro, even less knew him as St. John Allerdyce slumped over the glass display case. His lack of good posture only made him look leaner and wiry then he truly was. Since the bucket, wearing former boss-man had been blown to bits, it only took so long for everyone to check out and leave Pyro with nothing to do aside from watching that beloved video he had taped from CNN. He thought he would never tire of watching it, Pyro was wrong. After watching it sometimes 15 times or more a day, he got bored of being alone with nothing to do, so walking around downtown with very little money seemed like another good idea at the time. In most cases though fun costed money, food costed money and most importantly, lighters costed money.

He was still barely an adult at eighteen years old and being alone with no money was going to drive him to insanity if he couldn't find something to do with his time. John had already spent thirty minutes already, trying to look as pitiful as possible in a 'smoke shop' downtown. Hoping that some idiot with cash would buy him a lighter, but that was bloody unlikely. It wasn't that he was lacking in the lighter department, but with his flame- thrower trashed by the bloke with the claws, a little extra security was definitely needed. With a final sigh, John brought a hand through his spiky, fire-like hair, deciding that charity just wasn't going to work for him.

"No, new lighta t'dye, mate..." Pyro muttered to himself as he left the store in a sulking manner, nothing could ever be easy for him, sod on that. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans, just to make sure both lighters were still there, it was a comfort thing and backups were pleasant to have. He stopped just outside the shop, technically not on the sidewalk yet, letting his eyes adjust to the change in light. John took a step forward, digging one of the shiny, silver lighters out, mainly so he could have something to play with.

Without even bothering to look, John stepped out into the somewhat busy sidewalk with lighter in hand. John kept his eyes glued to the lighter, watching the flame with utter and complete delight. It didn't cross John's mind that someone might now get out of his way and as if on cue THUD he knocked right into someone, which was followed by the inevitable sound of metal hitting the pavement. The other figure, obviously male, had stopped, he was maybe a couple years older than Pyro, with light skin and dark hair with a silvery shine to it. John immediately panicked, not even offering any kind of apology, "Do yew see whe'h it went mate?!" John exclaimed, now crouching on the ground trying to see if being closer to ground level would better his search.

"Can't you see what happened to it?" the other man finally spoke, but sounded very upbeat and was flashing Pyro a killer grin. As John glanced up for a moment, only to see the stranger gesture to a storm drain and Pyro went wide-eyed he was not going to give up that easily. He turned his back, continuing his search for his lost lighter and was interrupted again, John tuned him out for the most part until he had had enough. Without much thought behind his actions, John turned to face and give this french prick a piece of his bloody mind. "Look, mate....I'm goin' t'keep lookin', so why don't yew bugg'ah..." John turned, still in a crouch, but stopped his flow of speech as he was greeted by a crotch, right up in his face. Pyro instantly turned a bright shade of red that almost put his violently orange hair to shame. In a state of complete embarrassment he lost his balance and fell right back onto his rear.