Lost in memories(Open)

[kofi]

Jamie was bored...not a good thing to be honest. So that's why he was he was putting plastic wrap on the all the toilets in the institute. Would people be upset? Yes, yes they would. He grinned as he finished up the last toilet. His dad would be so mad, Jamie laughed, this was going to be awesome. After finishing up he realized that he had nothing to do. Jamie sighed and crossed his arms as he walked out of the bathroom. What to do, what to do he could mess with some of his dads stuff but then again he really didn't want to have the extra training as punishment. He could go work in his mom's garden but he just wasn't feeling it. Jamie shifted where he was standing. He was just filled with extra energy. Maybe it had something to do with the approaching storm? Lightening storms always made him restless.

The fourteen year old growled in frustration and decided that he was going to fix a snack. He stomped into the kitchen wishing someone would show up. Really how could be alone in this frickin' mansion. Jamie made a face when he entered the kitchen, now what did he want? He was hungry but not enough for a real meal. He opened up the nearest cabinet and smiled, soup would work. He jumped up and grabbed the can, he quickly read the instructions and poured the can into a pan and followed the rest of the directions. Easy enough he thought with a grin. The soup was all set, now what? Jamie tapped his fingers on the table as he watched his food cook. He waited some more and checked on the food. Still not done...A few minutes later he checked again and lo and behold it was done. He grinned and grabbed a rag to pull it off the stove, he put pan on a pot holder and turned around to get a bowl when the sent of smoke reached his nose.

Jamie whirled around an froze, fire. Jamie trembled and his mouth opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. His eyes were stuck on the growing flame. He couldn't move as the memories of the pain overcame him.

[ruthpryderasputin]

Ruth Pryde-Rasputin hefted her cello case onto her back and headed for the parking lot of the school. Her lesson was over for today, and she was looking forward to some coffee—yes, she drank coffee in the afternoon, sue her—and a good run. She was passing the main building when she smelled…smoke? Had one of the pyrokinetics gotten out of control again?

She walked over to the door and carefully set her cello against the wall by the umbrella stand, then headed for the kitchen, carefully shortcutting through a few walls.
Ruth stepped out into the kitchen to see a growing flame and a terrified kid. She gasped—the stove was on fire, a potholder was burning—and extended a hand, slamming down on the density of the air without even thinking. The fire went out, and, with a shaking hand, Ruth carefully turned off the burner.

She knew this kid, he was Storm’s son, wasn’t he? Jamie Howlett, she thought. “Jamie, are you okay?"she asked. “I’m Ruth…”

[kofi]

Jamie couldn't move, the flame was slowly growing bigger, and bigger. He wished he was strong like his parents, then he wouldn't be frozen with fear. He didn't notice when someone entered the kitchen he was only brought out of his stupor when the fire suddenly went out. He trembled all over he barely heard the new person speak but he did and his manner demanded he answer. His voice shook as he tried to answer, “I-i know, I've seen you around.” Jamie blinked several times his eyes watering from his sudden rush of fear. He sniffed and wiped at his eyes he hated that he was crying in front of her, he was 14 for God's sake, he had no reason to cry.

The boy sniffed again and stumbled backwards into a chair before he answered. “I'm fine,” His voice was still a little shaky but he ignored that. “Just...scared me a little” Jamie was rather reluctant to admit it but there was really no way around it. It was rather obvious though, so he saw no real harm in saying it. Jamie stared at the table and clenched his hands, they kind of ached, he should thank her but he really didn't want to, it hurt his pride to have to admit that he needed help but he decided that he needed to say thank you.

“Thank you, the kitchen would have have been burned if you hadn't came in.” Jamie didn't look up at all he just traced invisible patterns on the table with his finger. He was ashamed now that the fear was gone and he just didn't know how to react.

[ruthpryderasputin]

“No problem,” said Ruth. “I go to school here too, you know.” She squinted at him. Fourteen, she knew that, and atmokinesis, always kind of hard to miss. Why hadn’t he put out the fire himself? Maybe some kind of phobia or something. But still. Was it that hard to pull a rag away from a stove, or even turn a switch?

Ruth walked over to the table and sat down across from Jamie, watching him trace patterns on the wood. “Look, Jamie, no offense,” she said. “But what the he**? Why didn’t you just turn off the stove?” She tapped her fingers against the edge of the table, waiting for an answer. Ruth didn’t want to be mean or anything, but the house could have burned down.

[OOC: don’t mind Ruth, she has tact issues xD]