[i]Fuck... How do you open one of these things?[/i]
The man adjusting his seat so often with a cigarette sticking out of his mouth, Arson, looked at the gray cat seated next to him for an answer but in reply he received nothing. Nothing. Nothing from his companion that would be in the same predicament as him if he didn't find a way to stop the smoke from accumulating within the car. Arson continued to analyze his surroundings and the window seemed like the best way to stop the smog from killing him. While pondering the possible means the window could be opened, he proceeded to make the rings of smoky elation manifest within the car as if it wouldn't worsen the situation. Incapable of figuring out how to open the window, he shrugged before peering down into his bag of objects of importance.

More cigarettes, his pipe, a lighter, matches, sugar cubes, and enough candy to kidnap all the children of the world along with enough matches to rid Arson of the evidence. The holsters on his rucksack holding his [url=https://lh4.ggpht.com/0vc7IMKsh7PAqT8sR49JImXoOG3e1eW-SB1OxZYsfrh5Sa_eE1Sh3o6aamLXymdQsXute08=s98]fire poker[/url] and[url=http://salza.se/images/products/fullimages/34.jpg] fire-eating torch[/url]. His fire-poker looked more appealing than usual.
 His audience would discover why when he made made good use of it and attempted to skewer the window, breaking through it with the sound of glass shattering encouraging him to shatter the remaining pieces that stubbornly stayed in place. During this release of energy Arson started to recall what he was doing in this car.

It was so recent and the memory was still fresh in his mind. He was preforming, being a human flamethrower and entertaining people through dangerous means. The audience was entertained and stolen hat filled with money. When examining his profits, a letter was easily distinguishable. An invitation to the academy. [i]...Receiving an invitation from a stranger in the audience and proceeding to follow it's instructions because it tells me to... What the fuck am I thinking? I should bail right now...[/i] Arson looked over at Smokey... He was really only going in hope of somehow finding better living conditions for his comrade.
 It was felicide making Smokey live in such poor conditions.... 
Finished shattering the window completely,Arson put away his firepoker and ignored everything else as he stuck his head out and breathed distorted rings of smoke out that lost their shape quickly in the wind. The wind blew smoke in his face and stole his cigarette before he sticking most of his body back into the car, peeking his head out to exclaim something.
"Bastard!" Arson was genuinely irritated and angry at the wind. It has no right to take his possessions or anyone else's.... He would kill the wind. The second he has the chance he will stab it repeatedly...

Arson, now back in the car, noticed Smokey's disapproving expression. It was most likely about the window and unnecessary damage done but he just shrugged it off, "Perhaps I should have just opened the door or something... but where is the fun in being completely reasonable and rational?" 
After he uttered this he started to pet Smokey behind his ears and in return Arson heard purrs. He then placed a small strawberry flavored sweet onto his tongue before thinking of making Smokey dance. Well, not really dance but moving Smokey's arms without the cat's consent in goofy adorable motions. 

His thoughts were interrupted when the car approached the Academy. He straightened his tie as some kind of joke only he was supposed to laugh at, he knew he didn't care about how clean or tidy he looked and this was amusing to him. He peered out of the lack of window before then noting he knows nothing about cars... He squirmed out the window and fell onto the ground before picking jp his luggage and cat then picking himself up, not bothering to dust himself off and proceeding to stare at the Academy grinning.