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.