nobody gets out of this pit alive

[livelygolem]

Who: Hanna Cross and Alex Forbes
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Alex's room --> Hanna's room!
Summary: Alex is used to killing crazy assholes that look like friends, right? Right.
Rating: PG-13, possible R?
Warnings: Vi-o-lence? Killing not-real things.

Comments

ARE WE ACTUALLY GONNA FINISH THIS?

[faultlesscon]

[What the hell is going on. Who is knocking at his door and why should he punch them.]

Calm the fuck down, I'm-- Hanna? [Opening the door and almost decking you, what's up man?] The hell have you been?

WE'RE DOING IT, MAN!

[livelygolem]

Alex! [Oh, hey, your face, cool! Hanna doesn't seem too much relieved. He shoulders quickly into Alex's room, looking around frantically. His arms are shaking; his collar is gold.] Hey! Hi! You gotta fuckin...knife or--we need to kill him. You and me. Let's go. Knife? Bat? Seriously, anything?

POWER THROUGH IT AWW RIGHT

[faultlesscon]

Him? Who the fuck are you--? You're not still screwing around with the chil-- [Stepping back, he closes the door and while he is about to start shouting at him, there's a pause. The collar has his eyes. And welp! Walking to his closet, he opens it then pulls out what looks to be a chair leg. Two of them to be exact.]

... Explain on the way or now.

[livelygolem]

WELP! I've been stuff in my own desk drawers all week! That's cool right? You believe I'm not the other dude, r--RIGHT! [He tugs awkwardly at his own collar and nods his head at the chair legs.] That looks functional.

[faultlesscon]

You're trying to tell me there are two of you in the area. That's an actual experiment? [Staring. Judging silently. Then offering the second chair leg.]

For fuck's sake, I have enough trouble with one of you around, Hanna.

[livelygolem]

[He's not strong, obviously, but at least he looks comfortable with a mace-type strife specibus--he swings the leg easily.] Then, uh--let's get it back to one! You're--I mean, I assume you're IN, right?

[faultlesscon]

[Hanna. You're going to a malnourished teenager for help--what gave you the idea that this was actually going to work?]

Assuming you're not actually the ass I spoke to earlier in the week, then yes, I am in.

[livelygolem]

[Two boys that together weigh as much as a small dog? PERFECT TEAM!]

Ah--I mean, whattaya want me to do to convince you?

[faultlesscon]

The collar speaks volumes enough, but is there anything you think would convince me?

[livelygolem]

Uh.

...no?

[faultlesscon]

Good enough. Where are we going?

[livelygolem]

Ah, I'm not sure! [Which doesn't stop him from charging out the door.] I need you to get him to meet somewhere using the phone things. He, uh, he has mine hostage!

[faultlesscon]

How are we going to do that?

He's a a brat--more so than you. Doesn't answer questions of 'where are you'.

[livelygolem]

Oof. Point. Point to you. Uuuh. [He looks around quickly, as if he'll magically find evil clone ba--oh, wait a second.] Well, tell him you've got me!

[faultlesscon]

[He raises an eyebrow, reaches for his 'berry.] Long story short, he killed you then?

NO! I WILL FINISH THIS THREAD FUCKFUCK

[livelygolem]

Oh! Sorry, I guess I left that out!