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I'm a Ruin, I'll Ruin You [Closed]
WHO| Black Tom, Molotov and Clementine; Black Tom and Beth
WHAT| The power couple kills a kid, then Tom gets shanked by a teenage girl.
WHEN| Week 6
WHERE| Near the river.
WARNINGS| Child death. Evil bastard death.
I. Molotov and Clementine
Tom's expertise is in fires and plant life. When the meteor shower moves from a brilliant display to an actual threat, he spends a few moments on a rocky outcropping of the mountain, peering over the skyline and the pattern of trees with a keen eye, looking like some sort of figurehead planted upon the stone. He licks a finger and puts it in the air, testing the wind. After a few moments, he turns to Molotov with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"If we head to that part of the river-" he gestures with his hand to a crook, the narrowest part of the watery snake that traces its way through the trees- "we'll be able to pick off anyone trying to escape from the fire when it inevitably flares up over there."
And with that, they both head down, murder on their minds, until they're settled casually at the edge of the river, waiting for people to wade across.
II. Beth
He and Molotov split up after two encounters at the river, both looking to see if any stragglers escaped across a bridge of trees or somehow swam the more dangerous currents. That's when Tom, wet to the knee and splattered with blood, holding a knife, comes across Beth and her smoke-stinking clothes. And no allies in sight.
"Look at who it is. The little lass herself." He calls to her, walks purposefully in her direction.
WHAT| The power couple kills a kid, then Tom gets shanked by a teenage girl.
WHEN| Week 6
WHERE| Near the river.
WARNINGS| Child death. Evil bastard death.
I. Molotov and Clementine
Tom's expertise is in fires and plant life. When the meteor shower moves from a brilliant display to an actual threat, he spends a few moments on a rocky outcropping of the mountain, peering over the skyline and the pattern of trees with a keen eye, looking like some sort of figurehead planted upon the stone. He licks a finger and puts it in the air, testing the wind. After a few moments, he turns to Molotov with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"If we head to that part of the river-" he gestures with his hand to a crook, the narrowest part of the watery snake that traces its way through the trees- "we'll be able to pick off anyone trying to escape from the fire when it inevitably flares up over there."
And with that, they both head down, murder on their minds, until they're settled casually at the edge of the river, waiting for people to wade across.
II. Beth
He and Molotov split up after two encounters at the river, both looking to see if any stragglers escaped across a bridge of trees or somehow swam the more dangerous currents. That's when Tom, wet to the knee and splattered with blood, holding a knife, comes across Beth and her smoke-stinking clothes. And no allies in sight.
"Look at who it is. The little lass herself." He calls to her, walks purposefully in her direction.