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Just two assassins sent to kill each other.
It could turn out romantic idc.
Rules?
lgbtq allowed
gore allowed (also blood)
Romance allowed
Swearing allowed
just be nice and Regular rules
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can I?
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Yeah
great, give me a sec to type up the form!
do you have any preference on what gender you want my character to be? Not necessarily for romance, just in general
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No i don't care anything is fine
awesome thanks
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Yep.
Nam: Chiara Beneventi
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: straight
Looks: Chiara has wavy brown hair so dark it looks black reaching a few inches past her shoulders, a heart shaped face, tan olive skin, and dark lashes around bear-black eyes with honey highlights. She is of average height, maybe a tad shorter, athletic, but has definite curves. Light smattering of freckles across her cheeks.
Personality: Sarcastic, witty, curses a lot, takes no [shoot], can be overly wound-up, takes a while to open up to people. Can see straight through lies, perceptive, is angered easily, distances herself from others, secretly lonely.
Other: Italian. Had a twin brother and an older sister who both died in a shooting, has a baby sister currently in an orphanage, her parents died in a bombing.
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Name: Cole Waylan
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Looks: Black short cut hair most of the time it is messy, only looks nice when he has a reason. Greenish Amber eyes, Pale skin, 6'2, athletic but has no defined muscles.
Personality: Sarcastic, can be bold, doesn't trust easy, quiet, observant, may look lost at times, Overall nice once he trusts people.
Other: Of british and norwegian descent, only knew his parents till he was 8 then his parents got killed in what was said to be a car crash, lived with his uncle till he turned 18 then left hasn't talked to his uncle since.
He’s awesome!
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Thanks yours too.
Should we start?
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Yeah
Do you want me to start or will you?
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I can give me a minute
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It was dark and cold, the wind was blowing and people were rushing around the town quickly. Some were just out shopping others doing other stuff but it didn't matter.
Cole shook his head then entered his apartment building and went upstairs.
Chiara shivered as a gust of freezing wind blew through her, zipping her jacket up all the way and keeping her head down while she walked. Darkness pressed in on her from all sides, as did a crowd of bustling people, all in a hurry to get somewhere.
Sighing to herself, she turned onto her street, passing by an all-too-familiar apartment building.
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Cole pulled out his keys once at his door and unlocked the door and went in. he dropped his keys on his table and sat down in one of the chairs.
Chiara’s eyes lingered on a window of a higher floor for a second or two before she pulled her gaze away and continued on her walk. She finally got to her building, riding the elevator all the way to the top floor. Unlocking her door and slipping in, she let out a quiet sigh and flopping down on the couch.
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Cole got up and walked to his bedroom where his cat Acoust. He picked up the cat went to his living room and sat on the couch and put his cat down. His cat then walked over to the window and jumped onto the window sill.
Chiara slipped her coat off her shoulders, rolling up the sleeve of her right arm to reveal a long gash and multiple bruises. She got up to grab a few bandages and cotton swabs, and began cleaning the fresh wound while she turned the TV on, listening to the news.
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Cole decided to get to work. He walked to his room and opened his desk drawer then pulled out a fire and quickly looked though the file then grabbed a few things and went to his door. Cole put on his jacket and backpack then grabbed his keys. He walked out of his apartment and out of the building.
Chiara glanced out the window to see a young man walking down the street, narrowing her eyes to pinpoint why he looked so familiar. Then she realized, stood up quickly, discarded her bandages and went to her bathroom, where she slipped a hidden gun from her medicine cupboard into her messenger bag and left the building.
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Cole walked down the street and realized that he had to go buy some cat food before he got to work so he walked to the closet pet supply store.
Chiara followed the man at a safe distance, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She needed the money for this job, needed to appease her client.
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Cole walked into the store found the cat food and bought it. He put it in his backpack then walked down the street a bit more and turned down to another street that was almost completely empty.
Chiara kept her shoulders drawn up and hair hair in front of her face, so that even in the dark he wouldn’t be able to see her face. Her fingers brushed the gun hidden in her bag, a reminder of what she’d been sent to do.
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He could tell someone was following him so he bent down to tie his shoes and made sure to secretly slip his gun in his pocket. When he stood up he kept walking like normal.
Chiara caught a flash of metal when the man crouched to tie his shoelace, but it was too dark to pinpoint exactly what it was. Keys? A weapon? Setting her jaw, she jogged forward and past him, pretending to be in a hurry before suddenly pausing at the streetlight ahead of him as if she was frantically checking her bag for whether or not she’d forgetten something.
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He noticed the girl run forward and held his gun in his pocket and kept walking forward. Step by step he got closer to where she was.
