Scipio settled himself in the kitchen, still huffing indignantly and looking rather pissed. He held a paper towel to his bleeding ear and impatiently waited, just hoping he could dry up the small wound soon so he could do literally anything else.
Lance looked up from his desk, putting a bookmark in the book he was reading and closing it. He looked at the doorway of his office to see Patrice standing there. "Of course my love," he said, standing up and smiling at the sight of his husband. "Did you give them the rest of the morning off?"
"I gave them till three." Patrice looked at his watch, it read eleven am. "We should be back maybe two hours before. That gives us time to clean up if they did make a mess." A mess meaning, any piss, shit, or vomit. He may still think they're todlers, this man don't know how to care for children.
(Is this still open or am I too late to the party? It’s cool if I am, I’ll stalk this if it’s closed)
(You can join kiddo!)
(Alright cool! Would you like a writing sample from me?)
(No, that's alright :)
(Cool, cool! Thanks ^>^ I’ll quickly make up a form for the character I’m thinking of using~)
(Lovely.)
Roux was use to the glares she got them even before she was what people call blunt. Ever since she was little no ones liked her, where she grew up you had to be tough, you had to be strong, and you had to be ready to fight, or you had to be able to kill. There was no "Hey wanna be BFF's for life?" The only friend you needed was you. She heard over Scipio's thick accent that there they had another job. She continued throwing knifes at the target not really caring what he said, she was ready, even if they weren't. Thats when she heard it.
The alarm blared.
Lance looked up from his desk, putting a bookmark in the book he was reading and closing it. He looked at the doorway of his office to see Patrice standing there. "Of course my love," he said, standing up and smiling at the sight of his husband. "Did you give them the rest of the morning off?"
"I gave them till three." Patrice looked at his watch, it read eleven am. "We should be back maybe two hours before. That gives us time to clean up if they did make a mess." A mess meaning, any piss, shit, or vomit. He may still think they're todlers, this man don't know how to care for children.
"Oh please," Lance said, grabbing his husband's arm. "They're children, but they're capable children." You've made sure of that. "They will be fine Patrice. Now let's just enjoy our lunch. Where are we going?" This would be a pleasant time, free of fighting. An afternoon lunch alone with his husband was a rare treat and Lance wanted to enjoy it.
"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.
Lynne heard about the morning off and though nothing of it. It was unusual sure but after hearing one of the other kids being sick, it made some sort of sense. Sure they got sick, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't be training, survival of the fittest. If they couldn't handle a bit of physical of movement then how can they be trusted? The eight year old considered going to the training room but say two other kids going in that direction. She preferred silence so she heads the other way. Maybe she could train in the garden or somewhere else that the man wouldn't get too mad from destruction.
(Hey Reed, is this full?)
(nope!)
(Mind if I join?)
(not at all!)
(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,
(I like him!)
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"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.