Flare- *In a back corner, just... sitting.*

Charlotte: *also just sitting, waiting for a bus to take her home*

Flare- *stares blankly at nothing before shifting his gaze to her* ...

Charlotte: *coughs a few times* ...
??: hey looook... its charrlooottteee.. *one of those buff guys approach her, coming up from behind. He plays with the cords leading to her tank* How long do you have left to live eh? A few more years?
Charlotte: Leave me alone..
??: Why are you even still here if your just gonna die anyways?
Charlotte: Sh-shut up..

Flare- *gets up and gives the guy one heIl of a glare* ...

Alezia: *Just a distant shadow on the ground, but watching, she shifts creepily, slowly toward the commotion*

???: *a rather odd Kirlia comes into the scene, then calmly pushes the buff guy away from Charlotte* p!ss off Paul.
Paul: Oh.. Diablo.. What the hell are you doing here?
Diablo: What the hell are you doing around this girl?
Paul: Now look you houndshroomish freak, i didnt come here for trouble. i just wanted to politely ask how long shes got to live
Diablo: Why the f'uck do you care? p!ss off before I bite..
Paul: *shudders* um.. whatever.. *walks away*
Diablo: you okay miss?
Charlotte: y-yeah.. thanks..

Flare- *goes and sits back down* ...

Diablo: Well you're fine now.. i'll just go.. *he gets on allfours and trots away*

Charlotte: *once again alone, weezing slightly. A small hiss comes from her tank...*

Paul: *twirling a wire in his hand* hehe, bye-bye looser...

Payton: Hey Paul, you jacka.ss! *Jumps at Paul and punching him middair, taking him to the ground*

Paul: *he quickly gets up unfazed* woowwww... now a chicken came into this. Well then.. *tears the wire* good luck with her..

Charlotte: *fumbling with her tank, weezing and coughing*

Peyton: Jacka.ss! *Spins around and kicks backwards into his throat, the s.pike on the back of his leg impaling into his throat, the force knocking him down*

Paul: *he gets up again, the gash in his throat fixing itself* Well, is that all you got?

Peyton: Lets go, pretty boy *Full force decks him in the face with his right hand, and moving foreward, kneeing him in the stomach with extreme force*

*When he kicks him, his foot goes straight through him, keeping his foot trapped in the body* Handsome, correction.

Peyton: The hell?! *Tries pulling his knee back, punching him in the face again*

Paul: *turns his cheek, causing his fist to go through* hehe...

Peyton: What?! *Spits fire in his face*

Paul: *completely unfazed* hehe, your funny >:3

Peyton: Grr.. *Jumps forward, body slamming him on the ground*

Paul: *laughs* haha, your fun.

Peyton: You f.ucktard.. *Gets back up and slams him into a tree*

Flare- *gets up, walks over to charloette and takes the torn tube, putting the two peices back together and fusing them with a light flame, just enough to melt them together, but allow air to pass through*

*Paytons hands begin sink into Paul's skin*
Paul: hehehe....

Charlotte: H-Huh..? *her eyes dilate and shhe becomes afraid of hom* ......

Flare- shh, shh, it's okay, see? *he lightly taps the tank as its contents once again pass through the fixed tubing* I fixed it for you... *he sits next to her, keeping his tail flame away from her. He does his best to not touch her and seems oblivious to the fight. He takes out a drawing book and begins to sketch something.... his calm expression is soothing and seems to melt away her fear, even though he focuses on the book rather her...*

Charlotte: *she looks away from him, still extremely frightened no matter what. Her breaths fogged up her masks as she panicked..*

Flare- ... *he gets up to go sit back where he was before, noticing her fear of him* sorry...

Charlotte: *she calms down* I-its my fault.. i-i .. no-one usually a-approaches me like that..

Flare- Dont blame yourself. It isnt your fault you fear others, its only the fault of others that make you fear everyone. I understand that fear...

Charlotte: Thank you for f-fixing my tank.. you saved me..

Flare- It was only what was right... Death may be inevatable, but there isnt need to destroy someone's life because of amuse.ment over the fact of death... I detest those who make others miserable, yet, without them, then there wouldnt be anyone to show others real light...
but thats just boming from a souless ginger, apparantly.

Charlotte: ....Thank you for helping me...

Flare- you are very welcome...

Charlotte: This bus is taking forever.. I need to go refillmy tank.. *looks around*

Flare- ... i can fly you home, if you want... i have strong enough wings...

Peyton: The hell are you?! *Rams him into the tree, and tries pulling his arms out*

Paul: *the more Payton tries to pull his arms out, the more they sink into Paul's flesh* Hehe, Name's Paul. I'ma Ditto.

Charlotte: A-Are you sure...?

Flare- *warmly smiles* I wouldnt mind. I havnt used my wings in a while, it would be nice to stretch them out a bit.

Peyton: eme Dont get on me anymore *Walks back to the tree, and puts Paul on a limb and pulls, trying to separate*

Paul: Okayz. I'll return to this then. *suddenly goops, then trails over to Charlotte, rios off her tank, then goop runs away*

Charlotte: . . .! *she puts her hands to her mouth, and begins to wheeze*

Flare- *immedeately takes ahold of charlotte's waist and lifts her up with a mighty flap of his wings. Rather than flying her home, like he said, he flies to the hospital, careful mot to let go of her during the short flight. He flies straight to the emergency room, nearaly bowling over a couple in the hallways* Can someone please help?!

*oddly enough, Amora is the first to attend to him*
Amora: Charlotte! Bring her over here! *She points to a room with a red door* I'll go get a tank! *runs off*
Charlotte: *faints*

Flare- *runs into the room* please be alright...

Peyton: Bast.ard..

Amora: ~rushes into the room, setting up a a tank and a mask~ set her here.

Flare- *does so*

Amora: ~hooks on the mask~ there..
Charlotte: ~breathing once more~ Nh..

Flare- *sighs with relief*