Planet Earth

Cinder awoke, his eyes being greeted by the morning sun, warmth now glowing on his body. As much as his body already had warmth, he enjoyed the specific warmth of the sun....It made him feel good, made him feel....normal. It was almost two years ago since he was first thrusted into the pyromancer's society and been given the power of pyromancy. Since then, Cinder became one of the most renowned pyros out of all of them. He slowly got up and walked downstairs and ate some breakfast while watching the news. "Heh.....same boring stuff as always....they have no idea what's going on" Cinder muttered, quite aggravated at how oblivious the mortals are when it comes to what's going on around them. With his breakfast now over, he grabbed his books for college and headed out the door.

(just a little introduction post to get things started)

-so I just wanted to let you all know that I'm doing fine, and maybe I'll come to visit eventually. Mom, dad, I love you. I'll write again soon.
Jace folded up his letter with a smile, and put it in his black bag, which was lying next to him. He stood up and stretched, kicking some dirt over the still going embers from his fire last night. He looked around at the trees around him, and a breeze blew its way through his small campsite... the middle of a park. Jace shrugged, shaking himself. He was still partially asleep. His long white hair, tipped with crimson, hit the sides of his head. He rolled up his sleeping bag, stuck it in his bag, and slung it over his left shoulder, so it rested on his right hip. He also grabbed a large gourd, hoisting it onto his pack, despite it being filled with water. He didn't care if people saw him as weird, he carried it anyway. He smiled again, looking up at the sky. It was nice and bright today.
He walked right into the town he had found last night. He didn't know where. He didn't care. He concern for the day was trying to make a living first... THEN he could worry about minding the opposing sides leaders.

Outside, Cinder came face to face with the crowded city of New York. Of course, crowded city, crowded streets. Sometimes he just wished with one swift motion, his flames would clear the streets for him. However, it was his vow not to bring attention to him or the pyros. He just put his red and black headphones in and started strolling the streets, sliding his sunglasses in place over his eyes. After a few, he looked back at an impatient taxi driver honking his horn, only to turn back around and slam right into a white-headed man, both of them falling over. "Oh, sorry about that....You ok?" Cinder asked, lending a hand out to help the stranger up.

Jace fell over as some random dude rammed into him. Jace was very light, so it was easy for him to be pushed around. He gourd fell over and the top poped open, the water spilling out fast. "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine." He mummbled as he took the strangers hand and stood up, rubbing his head. He looked back at the gourd. "Oh damn it." Jace held his hand out, begining to concertrate, but stopped, pulliong his hand back. On is home back on the island, anyone could use there abilities openly, but on the mainland, he had to be careful. Pyros and Cyro hid, he had to remind himself.
He turned back to face his assualter. Only one word came to him as he looked up and down. Red. Very, very, red.
Wait, red? Maybe he was a pyro... pyros had a thing for red. He knew that from his mother. Crap... jace racked his brain as he smiled on the outside. Was was that word that pyro's used to identify each other? Oh, damn... whatever. It'd come to him.
Jace picked up his gourd. "How about you? You okay?"

(Ok, this really didn't last long....I'll probably just recreate it, but make it aimed towards the 3rd movie...)