[hr][h1][color=firebrick]Victor Calahan[/color][/h1][hr] 


Someone approached him. Victor turned his head towards the girl as she talked. She was certainly pretty, auburn hair, beautiful skin, and a kind smile. "I think you might be the only person on this boat who's not freezing right now," she said. Victor looked down towards the arm bashfully. Very few people these days started conversations with him without bringing up his arm first. He shrugged and rubbed his left shoulder with his right hand. A spark shot forth from his arm, danced on the wind for a few moments, and then died. He found it oddly telling. 

[color=firebrick]"The drawbacks certainly outweigh the advantages,"[/color] he said [color=firebrick]"but yeah, I don't really get cold anymore, what with being partially made of fire."[/color] He smirked, then paused. He was saying a lot. Oh god, he hoped he didn't scare her off by being a chatterbox! He looked back down at the ocean, and then back towards her. God, she was pretty. He tried very hard to concentrate on her face, not wanting his eyes to drift down to...other parts of her body. That happened when he was talking to a girl before, and it didn't end very well. He tried to keep a calm face up, tried not to think about being on a hunk of plastic and metal floating in the middle of salty death, tried not to think about what she could be concealing under her jacket and scarf. It was fine, he was exceptional at keeping a calm face up. He hoped she wasn't a telepath or something.

[color=firebrick]"Being partially made of fire isn't fun when you're entirely surrounded by water, however,"[/color] Victor said, looking back at the churning sea below him. About now, he wanted to just jump in.