I'm a firestarter

[splendid_roman]

Who| Ian C and open
What| Ian's fiery death
Where| First floor cafe
When| Not long after the arena opens
Warnings/Notes| Fire, suicide, setting yourself on fire, likelihood of fire and liquid nitrogen burns later

Ian had been impatient in the elevator as it took him upstairs. After one flight he ran out, hoping to find something more useful than a mostly empty car park. If he could be sure of getting a petrol cap open he could have lit a fire, thrown it down there and blown himself. Guaranteed quick death, but it would also put others in danger, which he didn't want. So he'd gone in search of something to set light to.

He got lucky in the cafe. Plenty of packs of things in cardboard and cardboard would burn. He built himself a fire, although by necessity it was only a small one, then sat in the middle of it. He took a deep breath, tried not to think about how slowly and in how much pain he was going to die, and then calmly set light to the cardboard and to his pyjamas.

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[wantwhatiwant]

Ian had also found an elevator as he fought his way away from the Cornucopia to try and find somewhere relatively safe, to hide while he worked out what he had managed to grab and what he would need.

He glanced at rooms as he walked, keeping his eye out for other tributes as well as anything useful. He saw the cafe and darted in there. He was prepared to meet other tributes, ones he hopefully wouldn't have to fight but was ready if they attacked.

What he wasn't expecting was what he saw, a fire, Ian in the middle of it...

"What the fuck are you doing?" He screamed running towards him, to grab him, to try and extinguish the flames.