forum Killing Machine. "THAT'S A CHILD." Killing Machine.

Started December 02, 2019 by Deleted user

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(Perfect I'll use my kid Magnus!)

Name: Magnus Ellis
Age: 15
Gender/sex: male/biromantic
Appearance: medium length straight silver hair that is usually in a type of braid. He has forest green eyes with flecks of silver. He has lightly tan skin and dimples. 5’5”
General Attire: usually in a marvel tank top, jacket/hoodie/shirt, black/dark blue jeans, black leather bracelet, black boots or black and green high tops
History (optional):
Personality: add it later cuz I’m supposed to be cleaning
Dislikes: spiders, the colour orange,

"You never know," Patrice muttered, leaning into his husband's touch. "What about… A new Italian place just opened up on fourth street?" He offered, a soft, unusual smile starting to form on his face. The smile was only seen by Lance and his own family, sometimes the children, if they caught him at a weak moment.

The smile growing on Patrice's face made Lance's own face beam. He loved his husband's rare smiles and treasured them. "Italian sounds perfect." He rubbed Patrice's arm, them let go and held his had out instead for Patrice to take.

Roux calmly collected her knives, putting all but one in the wall of the room then placed the remaining one in her bomber jacket and strode out of the room to see what had caused the alarm. It was probably an accident. She prayed it was an accident. She sauntered down the long empty halls, looking for someone who could explain what was happening. Her hand crept to the gun hidden in her waistband. As she turned down the last hallway towards the kitchen she heard an uproarious, ear-splitting, chaotic sound coming from the other side of the building. Without a second thought, she sprinted to the thunderous noise, gun in hand.

Scipio swore in Italian and got up, running in the direction of the noise. He wasn't allowed to have a gun, which had always pissed him off, but he had a rather sharp knife. He heard Roux's footsteps and wheeled around, panting. His heart felt like it would pound out of his chest.

Patrice took the hand but jolted his head to the side when he heard a loud noise. "Damn it." He muttered, letting go of his husband's hand but not before giving it a kiss, and ran.

Lynne was half way to the garden when she heard the alarm. There had to something off going on in the house for it to go off but she really didn't want to make it her problem. She took a couple more strides towards the garden when another noise went off. Cursing under her breath, she ran back to the house. It wasn't to make sure no one was hurt or anything, no she could care less if the people here died, and more of the fact it gave her the excuse to train. Lynne was ready to throw a punch at any attack that came at her. Unlike some of the other kids, she dedicated her training to martial arts and other hand to hand combat skills. She had found it to be more efficient and reliable as its harder to disarm someone who is the weapon.

"W-Who's there?" Scipio called out warily, holding his knife out in front of him for protection. He was trying his best to not show fear, but he was noticeably uneasy. "I'm armed!" He added, tightening his grip on the dagger. His blood pounded in his ears, and his breath seemed painfully loud to him.

Roux calmly collected her knives, putting all but one in the wall of the room then placed the remaining one in her bomber jacket and strode out of the room to see what had caused the alarm. It was probably an accident. She prayed it was an accident. She sauntered down the long empty halls, looking for someone who could explain what was happening. Her hand crept to the gun hidden in her waistband. As she turned down the last hallway towards the kitchen she heard an uproarious, ear-splitting, chaotic sound coming from the other side of the building. Without a second thought, she sprinted to the thunderous noise, gun in hand.