[this is in the arena okay]


Simon slowly breathed,he leaned against an old oak tree,"Why am I here?" he seemed to be asking that question often these days,he let his gaze follow a man that was walking down the street. He stood up straighter, the light coming off the moon give little for humans to see,but with the glasses he wore, he could see perfectly for the night, he grabbed his backpack and started walking home, or what could be called his home. He walked into an alley and stopped between a pile of trash and a dumpster,he placed his palm on the brick wall and it started to shimmer,the wall started turning into liquid, leaving behind a smooth sliver surface that resembled a mirror, he stepped through and breathed musty air.





* Jack was in the back fixing things, he was pulling out files and old newpapers,he coughed when he pulled a musty old book from its confinement,he felt dust cling to his fire red hair,"Bloody hell what is this,"He said while looking at the book,he put it on his desk and heard a chime come in,"Oy! Simon is that you mate?"He carried the stack of newspapers to his desk and set them down, he looked up and saw Simon with a tired expression on his face,"Getting tired are you now,"He said this jokingly.


Simon looked at him and instantly wanted to kill him, he didn't know why he always felt this way when he saw Jack,he remembered the day he came in too, He wondered if it was the fact that Jack could change his voice and sometimes used it for purposes that weren't always right or that he used it to annoy him in a daily basis, he shook himself from his thoughts and looked at him tiredly,"What makes you think that."He said this demanding what he meant.





jack whistled a tune and looked into a mirror, he lightly ruffled his hair and give a small moan of terror,"Bloody hell, I look like a loon that escaped the funny house."

He sighed in despair,"All these long nights are ruining my good looks mate,"He sighed and looked at Simon,"Why we did even join to be Fire Hunters."

Simon threw a book at Jack hitting him in the head,"Shut up and quit complaining, we joined to hunt demons, that's it and that's enough reason to be doing it still,"He was breathing hard, his chest puffing out,"We all have reasons for being here Jack, I know mine."

Jack rubbed the back of his head,"Ow you crazy a** hole."He grumbled and sat down in his chair,he knew he shouldn't have started complaining around Simon, the guy would seriously hurt someone if he heard them trash talking The Council or being Fire Hunters.