hellbuilt

☆ . are you ever just minding your own business, and then suddenly something quite literally on fire flies past you, and next thing you know, shit is exploding? no? never happened before? yeah, it’s never happened for leon either. at this point these things should be normal enough, since this isn’t his first time at the rodeo, but witnessing actual arson would be a first for him. other crimes? sure. arson? fresh and new. 

all he could do was trade glances between the burning dilapidated building, and the only person he could assume was behind said fire. i mean, he sure did look happy, and sure did look like a child of satan. a ring-clad finger raises and lazily points at the fire, “uh… ‘m assumin’ that’s on you? cool. i didn’t see anythin’. ‘m gonna pretend ‘m blind so i can’t be considered an accomplice. great.”

❮⛧❯.   Ah shit. Was he spotted so quickly? He wasn’t sure if this place had authorities or anything, but he couldn’t take the chance of being exposed as a troublemaker just yet; he had just gotten here. Damien quickly closed the gap between them with a few long strides and grabbed blue eyes’ collar. roughly, slinging him nearly off his feet, he shoved him against the rough concrete and metal of the building’s exterior. His breath was hot, as his internals were a literal furnace. 

“…..Crushes?” He paused. He’s gonna remain quiet.

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to: ??? from: Bolin

[½]: WHERE CAN I GET “MEMES” [2/2]: HOW MUCH FAKE ST ar money does a “meme” cost and dont try to swindle me wise guy

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hellbuilt:

I haven’t put up his intro yet but I should have that done soon. In the meantime here’s a starter call, uncapped for now!

Last call! I’m starting these tomorrow!

TO: everyone FROM: Damien LaVey

MSG: hey ya fucking noobs            the first one to fucking swan dive           into this #($*^%@ gets 20 stars           from yours truely

There was so much trash around that he had easily found a way to set things on fire. A crumbling old bar had bottles with booze left inside. He had quickly snatched them along with an old rag he ripped up as fuse’s. He was going to malotov cocktail this shitstain world. Using a lighter he had stolen out of a passerby’s pocket, he lit the fist. He threw it into a broken window of a store, the bottle shattering as it hit a display inside. He could hear the crackling of flames as the alcohol ignited. A wicked smile danced on his lips, showing pointed teeth and large canines. 

I haven’t put up his intro yet but I should have that done soon. In the meantime here’s a starter call, uncapped for now!