Post by Alexander A Williams on Oct 27, 2015 17:18:31 GMT -5
Click-clank click-clank click-clank. The knife went as it nimbly moved around the young child's fingers. Opening and closing with each flashy trick that the androgynous teen did with the weapon, causing the butterfly knife to create the repetitive noise. Each time just barely avoiding slicing open his fingers with the edge of the blade. Though the red stitches that decorated them were a clear indicator that Addison had not been born this with particular skill set, rather learned through a great deal of trial and error. Click-clank click-clank click-clank. The knife went as students gave Alexander odd looks when they passed by. His large black-and-red hues stared at each and everyone of them with a bored expression. Like a porcelain doll that could stare directly into their souls, and see all of their sins as if they were clearly laid out before him.[/blockquote][/font][/quote][/blockquote]
"Just keep walking." "Just don't make eye contact." "What a freak." They said in hush voices as they hurried past the raven-haired teen. Wishing to avoid upsetting another one of the school's crazies. An assumption made from the sudden influx of them that had plagued the island like the Black Death. And they were right. Addison fell right into that category. But unlike his fellow manics, Addison hadn't left a trail of corpses in his wake.... yet.
Currently, the Little Devil was debating wither, or not he should indulge himself in the fun. With the only thing holding him back being a small little voice in the back of his head telling him not to. It argued that a spree of mindless murders, while potentially a great deal of fun, would be meaningless if a handful of other bat-shit-crazy fruitcakes were already doing it. His actions would just become lost in history. Forever forgotten in the mess of blood and gore. "I don't know what to do!" He whined as he threw his knife high into the air. The blade twirling as it went up, and came back down. Addison's eyes still watching the people walk past him as he caught it and threw it. Causing it to fly directly in-front of another, and get stuck in a tree hilt deep.
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"Your character speaking."
Your character thinking.
CREDITS * ROZZ @ CAUTION!