Jing-Sung was holding his victim up, he was looking in the brain of this man, looking for something... Where is it? Why can't I find it! Argh! he thought, dropping this man, from where he stood, to lay on the floor. He moved closer to take a look, peeling his scalp back completely, Yes! He seemed to do something to one part of this mans brain.
Jing-Sung stood up, beginning to take a slight bit of notice of all the 'hostages' that filled this shop. Your all lucky! He shouted, as a small blast of fire erupted from his hand, starting a fire in the shop. Lucky your not like me!
Jing-Sung walked out of the shop, opening the door with his telekinesis, and began to walk down the road... ((Ooc: In the same Direction as Simon, and other Characters.))

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Who we are is but a stepping stone, to what we can become.

Only when the last tree has died and
The last river has been poisoned and
The last fish has been caught,
Will we realise that
We cannot eat money