A New Home: Chapter 2.6 (Mari)

As people poured into the house, Mari went away from the crowd, quickly finding their room upstairs. They dumped their bag but didn’t bother unpacking, they needed some air and a smoke. 

They looked at the window and found it opened completely. Mari pushed it open and climbed out, swiftly getting onto the roof. They sat down on the tiles and, using their powers, conjured a lighter and joint from their pocket dimension. 

Mari relaxed, letting the smoke fill their lungs. 

It was only a few minutes before someone else tried to climb onto the roof, two hands gripped the edge of the roof, an old beat-up black boot swung over and hooked on the roof and a handsome boy with black hair hoisted himself up with a grunt, pausing when his eyes found Mari.

“Need a hand?” Mari offered with a smirk.

He shook his head and finished climbing up, “Wasn’t expecting someone up here already.” He pulled out a cigarette from his pants and lit it with a snap of his fingers, “you mind a bit of company?” He gave Mari a charming smile.

“Not at all,” Mari said, “Also, that’d be my room there, so I take it we’re roommates?”

“Oh nice, I really lucked out getting such a pretty roommate.” He sat down next to them without getting uncomfortably close, “I’m Sirius by the way.”

“Starting with flattery are you?” Mari leaned in, “It’ll get you far. I’m Mari.”

Sirius laid back on the roof with his hands laced behind his head and a smirk on his lips. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you,” Mari puffed and offered the joint to Sirius, “Want a puff?”

“Sure.” He held his cigarette up and took the joint with his other hand, taking a puff before offering it back to them.

Mari took it back, “Look at us, flaunting the rules of parole,” they joked, “I saw you with a collar early on, what’d you do?”

Sirius shrugged, looking a tad tense, “Just set some fires, burned some things.”

“That’s all?” Mari said, taking a few puffs and offering the joint back, “No juicy crime story? No fighting the law?”

“Not this time,” he answered somewhat quietly, not taking the joint yet.

“Shame, so what you’re saying is that you’re some big soft teddy bear?”

Sirius snorted, swiping the joint from her for a puff, “As if. I’ve beaten up plenty of people and ran from cops before just… not this last time.”

Mari’s interest was now piqued, “What went wrong?”

Sirius stared at Mari for a long time as if debating, then smiled, “That story will cost you.”

“What’s the price? Money,” Mari conjured a stack of $100 bills from their pocket dimension. 

Sirius’s eyes went wide and he barked out a laugh, “I was going to say drugs or liquor but that works too, how much are you offering?”

Mari made bags of weed appear, and some premium liquor, all loot from their previous adventures and theft, “Take your pick?”

Sirius swiped the alcohol and took a swig, “I’m going to need to be a little drunk to say this anyways.”

Mari laughed and let him take it, a brow raised. How bad was his story? “Took it off some racist shit, so enjoy.” 

“Most times I fought or ran off, even got in trouble for assaulting an officer once. This time… I turned myself in.” Sirius took another long sip of the alcohol.

“Turned yourself in?” Mari asked, “Why? Suddenly regretted things?”

“I set fire to a building that I thought was empty.” He got quieter, “It wasn’t.”

“Oh fuck,” Mari paused. That hadn’t been what they’d expected.

Sirius drank some more and spoke slowly, “A kid died, another one got badly burnt.” Mari put a hand on his shoulder. “And so I turned myself in this time.” By then Sirius had already drank half the bottle.

“Puta de mierda,” Mari said, “You can keep the bottle.”

“Thanks.” For a while, Sirius just drank in silence

Mari stood by his side, they didn’t poke further. Down in the garden, a black girl with wings came out of the house. She jumped around, beating her wings but falling back down every time. Sirius tipsily giggled at her failure.

“What do you think she’s trying to do?” Mari asked, leaning forward.

“Fly?” 

“Well, evidently that’s not the correct way,” Mari said, “You think she’s just got her powers?”

Sirius shrugged, “probably.” He cupped the hand not holding the bottle over his mouth and called down to the girl, “You can do it, pretty angel!

Mari decided to join him. “Fly little bird!” Mari added, laughing as the cannabis was getting to them. They lounged back against the roof. “You know, I thought this place would be dumb,”

“Do you think it’s dumb now? I think it’s still hard to tell.”

“I don’t know, just… I don’t do well with rules y’know.” Mari said, “Getting told who’s a bad guy and who’s a good guy by someone else.” 

Sirius shrugged again, his eyes half-lidded and drank some more

“It’s why I put on a fucking mask, to begin with, cause there were some people needing fighting and the law didn’t give a shit about.”

“You a vigilante then?” Sirius had the slightest slur to his words, clearly starting to get a bit drunk.

“Something like that, have you heard of the great and mighty Carnival?” Mari said jokingly.

“Never really paid attention to all that stuff, I was never very interested.”

“You should see my fan page,” Mari teased, “but if you weren’t why Ravenhold, and not other options?”

“The kid had wanted to be a hero.”

“Oh…”

Sirius fell silent, taking another drink, the bottle almost empty by then.

“Well that killed the mood,” Mari says.

“Well, you were the one who wanted to wheedle the backstory outta me.”

“I thought it’d be fun,” Mari said with a heavy sigh. They took out a bottle of beer from their pocket dimension, still ice cold despite weeks in there, “Now I need a drink too.”

“So what’d you get caught for that was sooo fun?”

“Where to start?” Mari answered, “I beat up drug dealers, scared the shit out of a slumlord abusing tenants, vandalized a racist’s business,”

Sirius whistled, “that does sound like fun.”

“Just doing what the cops wouldn’t, and making plenty of money so win-win.”

Sirius laughed, “my hero!”

Mari patted his head, “It was fun, but I made a dumbass mistake and got caught by the cops.”

“Boo.” He stuck his tongue out and then took one last swig. Mari took the empty bottle and disappeared the evidence back into their pocket dimension.

“So, how are you planning on getting back down while shit-faced?” Mari asked.

Sirius squinted at the edge of the roof, clearly having not considered this, “maybe I’ll just sleep up here?”

“Or could jump into the pool,” Mari teased, “It’s not that far.”

Sirius stood up and stumbled a bit, “s’only two stories.” Mari stood ready to catch his dumb drunk ass if he tumbled. 

“Probably want to pass me your electronics before you soak them,”

Sirius pulled his phone out and squinted at the screen, “my dad texted.” He started typing while swaying a bit 

“Is that bad?” Mari asked, “Need me to beat up your dad?”

“No, no he’s—” hiccups cut his sentence in half, “—he’s okay just kinda boring.”

“Well, boring’s better than a dick,” Mari joked, “What’s he nagging you about then?”

“Just asking if I’m okay. He’s a nice guy.” Sirius seems to forget why he was getting his phone out to begin with and tries to put it back in his pocket, only to miss and drop it. “fuck.”

Mari’s reflexes kicked into gear and for a moment the world moved in slow motion for them, they grabbed the falling phone before it slid off the roof. “You owe me one,” 

It was then that the winged girl finally took to the sky, another girl had come to her side. Mari and Sirius clapped and whistled for her. 

“Was wondering when she’d get it,” 

“You did it, pretty angel!” Sirius called.

After a round of the yard, the winged girl went back down to earth. 

Mari made Sirius’ phone disappear and turned to him. “See you down there?”

Sirius nodded and kicked his shoes off into the yard below, shrugging off his jacket and flinging it down too.

Mari called their powers and in an instant, their outfit changed into swimwear, they looked at the pool, slipped onto the patio’s roof, and jumped the few feet between it and the pool. 

The water was cold, giving them a bit of a shock, they emerged to see Sirius follow their lead, thankfully without slipping and breaking his neck like an idiot.

“It’s fucking cold! I’m warning you!” Mari laughed.

Sirius surfaced and spat out some water

“You made it,” Mari came over, swimming to him.

” ‘fcourse.” Sirius said.

Mari climbed out of the pool, and conjured a pair of towels, waiting for Sirius who took the ladder. He took a towel and dried himself off.

“Well, downer story aside, tonight was pretty fun,” Mari said, “Not often do you get to get high, drink, flaunt school rules, and jump in a pool from the roof of a building.”

Sirius wrung his hair out with the towel, “I should probably try not to get expelled on the first day.”

Mari laughed, “I’m not telling anyone, are you?”

“Fuck no.” He laughed

Mari grins, “Now, the only thing I’d need to make it perfect is some cute guy, girl, enby,” she said, giving him a charged look.

“Got me drunk and wet and now you’re flirting with me.” Sirius teased.

“Am I?” Mari came closer, draping an arm over him, “And would you even remember what we did in the morning?” 

Sirius leaned towards her a bit, grinning, “Oh baby I’m not that drunk yet. I’m sure I’ll remember everything we do.”

“Well, then,” They whispered, “shall we get back to our room?”

“Oh it was rather dangerous of them to put us in a room together, what were they thinking?”

“Shame we only met now, would’ve liked having someone like you before, I have a thing for bad boys.”

Sirius just leaned down and kissed them, Mari meeting him halfway.

“Look at us, first night, not even a date,” Mari teased, “my grandmother would faint from the scandal.”

“Drinking together on a rooftop doesn’t count as a date? I’m a failure of a romantic then”

“Does it?” Mari pondered, “I don’t know, I feel a date should be planned.”

“Why? Spontaneity is so much fun.” He pressed in for a deeper kiss not letting them talk anymore.

Mari let him, they grabbed him by the wet shirt and dragged him toward the deck, letting intoxicated minds and impulsivity win, there might be regrets in the morning, awkwardness, and bad memories, but it was a problem for future Mari to deal with.

Profile: Sirius Burns

Personal Data

Name: Sirius Burns
Gender: Male (Intersex)
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 16
Birthday: July 5th
Ethnicity: White
Nationality: American
Species: Human
Sexuality: Pansexual

Family: Abusive single mother(deceased). Currently lives with his father, stepmother, and two younger half sisters, Isabella and Dorothy. Isabella is 11 and Dorothy is 7. His father really wants to make it up to Sirius and take care of him from now on. His wife wants to help Sirius too but is more wary of him and doesn’t want him alone with the girls. Or alone in the house…. Or alone outside where he can cause problems…

Strengths: Good brawler. Open-minded. Believes strongly in fairness.
Weaknesses: Masochist. Doesn’t trust others. Reckless. Feels guilty inside.

Appearance and Style: Short, scrawny white boy with shoulder length, wavy black hair and dark brown, almost black, eyes. Two beauty marks under his left eye. He has a lot of piercings. His clothes tend to be tight, black or red, and full of holes. He has a lot of cigarette burns on his abdomen and arms. His teeth are yellowed from smoking. He is intersex, leading to some breast tissue development, he wears a binder most days but is too lazy to once and a while.   

Superhero Data

Supranym: Torch
Status: Alive. Active.

Metahuman Type: Mutant
Abilities: Create and control fire

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Parole

Class: 1
Power Category: Energy projector
Roommate: Mari

Backstory

For most of Sirius’s childhood he was raised by an abusive single mother. She would beat him and even put out her cigarettes on his body. One day, when he was 12 she was preparing to put out a cigarette in his eye and as he watched the glowing red come closer to his eyeball he suddenly awakened to his powers. Everything around him burned to ashes, the cigarette, the dirty one room apartment covered in trash, and his mother. Following that he was put into foster care and quickly became known as a problem child. He would get into fights, even using his powers against other teenagers. He would sleep around with almost anyone. And he would set fire after fire after fire just to see the world burn. He bounced between foster homes, mental health institutions, and juvenile correction facilities for years. A few months prior to the beginning of the story his biological father was found and learned of his existence. He took him into his middle class suburban home with his wife and two young daughters. Sirius’s issues were far from solved and he continued his behaviors of starting fights, sleeping around, and setting fires, though he did take being a big brother seriously and started looking after his little sisters.

One day, like any other day, he set fire to an empty abandoned building. It was not the first building Sirius burned. But unfortunately it wasn’t truly empty. A pair of little kids were playing inside. Sirius didn’t know at all, only learning later when he was watching the news at home that a little girl had perished in the fire and that her brother was severely burned and in danger of losing his life as well. 

Without a word to his family, Sirius left immediately and turned himself in. He went back to juvie but this time he was offered the chance to attend Ravenhold and make something of himself. At first he planned to refuse, but when he thought of the girl and of his sisters he decided that maybe it would be the only way to repent by saving lives in the future.

Misc Information

  • Sirius had his dad give all the money stowed away in his room to the family of the little boy and girl
  • Sirius plans to give a lot of his money from being a hero to the boy he survived
  • Sirius’s sisters have attempted increasingly elaborate pranks to steal his cigarettes so he stops smoking
  • The death of his mother didn’t use to haunt Sirius, but he has begun to have nightmares about her along with the little girl
  • Sirius doesn’t have a lot of close relationships with people
  • Sirius is a bottom no matter who he is sleeping with
  • Sirius can do parkour
  • Sirius knows every lyric to every Disney princess song and will start singing them for his sisters at the drop of a hat
  • No one else really gets to hear him sing

Arrival: Chapter 1.3 (Sirius)

Sirius sat in the back of a cop car. He couldn’t remember how many times he’d been in one, this was maybe the tenth time he sat there? Didn’t matter. The car pulled up to JFK International and a bus hangar. 

The officer opened his car and he shuffled out of there, he was taken out of handcuffs, but the inhibitor collar around his neck itched. Sirius idly scratched at it, “Take it off?”

“We don’t have the key, the school will open it.”

“Fucking great,” he huffed. 

At least he could stretch his arms now. Wearing an inhibitor was worse than most realized, it wasn’t just your that powers were gone, it was this constant dizzying droning at the back of your mind, a constant noise that wouldn’t fade into the background.

Sirius rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles before grabbing his backpack from the trunk and opening the side pocket, taking out a lighter and some cigs, only for the officer to snatch it out of his hands.

“That’s illegal, now get in line.”

Sirius called him a few nasty words under his breath but followed along, still giving him the finger for good measure. Quickly he noticed everyone boarding his bus was wearing a collar like him. 

When the piggy wasn’t looking he pulled out his emergency stash from the waistband of his boxers. He lit up and let the sweet smoke of tobacco fill his lungs. 

He took a few puffs before squashing it on the side of the bus, slipping past the driver without issue.

He walked through the aisles until he saw a pretty redheaded girl, she was built strong not like a dainty little girl, just his type, but strangely she wore a pair of cowboy boots and a matching hat. The girl fiddled with a big metal case.

“Hey Red,” Sirius said, sliding into the seat next to her with a smirk.

The girl barely looked up. “Don’t suppose you have a bobby pin or a screwdriver?” She spoke with a strong southern drawl.

Sirius blinked confusedly at the question but pulled a bobby pin out of his messy black waves out and passed it along. The girl reached for it but Sirius held it up and out of reach. 

“What’ll you give me in return?” He teased.

The girl finally decided to look at him, her hazelnut eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Depends, what’d you like?”

He tapped the bobby pin against his lips, grinning a little cockily. He expected her to argue, be embarrassed, anything but instead, the girl reached out, dropped a quick peck on his lips, and snatched the bobby pin.

“Done deal.”

“So quick I feel cheated,” Sirius joked, he liked this girl already, she was impulsive, a little weird, but bold. 

“Well, darlin’ should’ve negotiated better.” She took the bobby pin and started jamming it into the keyhole of the big metal box she held.

Sirius put his hands behind his head and raised his legs up onto the seat in front of him, his waist bent at what should have been an uncomfortable angle but was just fine to him. 

“Well, it wouldn’t have even been worth a kiss if I didn’t sell it now. You’ll be able to get those from anybody once we get there. What’s in the box anyways?”

“My babies,” she answered cryptically, “this is a lot harder with that stupid collar on.”

Sirius stared at the box. Babies? In a locked box? Some kinda contraband? But what contraband would they give back to her at school?

She drew him out of his pondering, “Now, you got a name darling?”

“Sirius,” he said, looking away from the box and trying not to act as curious as he was.

“The name’s Penelope, everyone calls me Penny,” 

She kept fiddling with the lock for a moment until it finally gave out and the case opened. Inside were not one but two gold engraved revolvers; one black one white, and old-timey revolvers too, the type you would have seen in a western. 

“Come to Mama!” Penny said, hugging the things.

Sirius’s eyes widened a bit at the sight, “Knew you were my kinda girl but now I’m a bit nervous, who’d you shoot with those?”

“Just some gangbangers,” Penny said, eyes fixed on her so-called babies “My ammo’s all degraded from a few weeks in jail, how did you get here?”

“Like setting things on fire too much.” Not the whole truth but close enough.

“Random things, or important things?”

For a second he thought of them and his mouth went dry…Penny was looking, expecting an answer. 

“A bit of both… mostly random.” He shrugged, looking away.

“Set fire to anyone?” Penny asked, her tone so casual.

Sirius paused before answering, his heart constricting, “a few times.”

“Well, I’m sure they ought to have deserved it,” She said, “You ain’t got the look of no psycho killer.” She took out a tissue and cleaned her guns.

“… yeah.” Was all he could answer, in a soft voice.

“You okay, Darling?”

He did his best fake smile, “Yeah, say did ya kill the gangbangers or just shoot ’em?”

“Well the bible says a lot about killing being wrong, but it don’t say much about shooting kneecaps and giving concussions,” Penny answered.

“You’re not wrong.” Sirius laughed. 

“Are you a Christian?”

 “Never been much of a church goer and I go a bit back and forth on believing.”

“Righty, then. So, how’d you get caught? Not sure if you noticed but this whole bus full of us collared folks.”

“You first,” Sirius answered

“Surrendered myself,” Penny said, “Doled out some good ol’ vengeance old testament style, then called the police.” 

“Vengeance? What’d they do?”

“Shot my best friend, wasn’t even the target, just collateral damage in a drive-by.” Penny’s words had turned harsher, the playful twang in her tone gone. 

“Is your friend…”

“Paralyzed.”  Penny’s expression remained frozen still.

“Sounds like they got off easy then.”

“Wasn’t my right to take their life.”

“Well, if ya ever think they deserve a few third-degree burns let me know.”

Penny smirked a little at the offer. “They did get in trouble for all them illegal guns and drugs, turns out a vigilante attack grants the cops one hell of a probable cause to not need a warrant.”

Sirius snorted. “Sounds about right.”

“That got them doing something,” she said bitterly.

Sirius leaned back again. “You plan on being a hero? You seem to have a good sense of justice from where I’m sitting”

“Wasn’t, it all seems too much micromanagement but I reckon it is better than juvie hall.” 

“Bet that’s what most people in here are thinking”

 “Is it what you’re thinking, darling?”

“Not sure. Could be fun to burn things in the name of justice.”

“I bet that’d look good in the news, but then again you don’t be hearing much about gunslinging heroes, guns being for criminals, and all that liberal nonsense”

Sirius frowned, “You’re not going to turn out to be ‘Jesus hates fags’ type of Christians on me are you?”

“Darling, I am one hell of a dyke,” Penny says, “Conservatives want small government except when it comes to what I do in my bedroom and with whom.”

“Good cause if you were I was going to have to regale you with the tales of every dick I’ve had up my ass.”

Penny snorted, “Well then, you did want a kiss, but I do have to inform you I ain’t come equipped with one of them dicks.”

Sirius leaned in, “Some of the dicks have been pink, vibrating, and attached to girls which I’m sure would have lots of conservative homophobes clutching their pearls too.”

“Oh my,” Penny said, “Well, I’m afraid I ain’t got the chance to pack one of  them in my bags but do I reckon I could get myself one of them if I had to.”

Sirius winked; “I’ve been told I’m quite good at cunnilingus too,” he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out.

“Have you?” Penny said, leaning closer, “Now what do I reckon I would find down in these?” Penny’s hand shifted over to his pants.

“Wanna find out?” Sirius whispered with a grin.

“In here?” Penny exaggerated a little surprised expression, “Into public exhibition, are we darling?”

“It’s hardly even public, the bus is only half full.”

“Is it now?” Penny shifted her hand to his zipper.

Sirius jerked away, but moved his upper body, kissing Penny’s neck. 

Penny shivered gently, “So maybe feeling it a tad too public?” she gently teased, “I do suppose you can get a feel for now,”

To his surprise, she popped open a button on her shirt and led in hand in, which he allowed her to. He felt the contour of her breasts and the bra she’d chosen to wear. She leaned in and kissed him.

She then put a hand on his chest and pushed him back. “The rest, for later,” she winked.

“Have to hold you to that.”

“You better,” she said with a grin.

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