Rusty McKinnon

Rusty Mckinnon. 20 (Supposedly) . College Baseball Player. Fox Familiar. Indie RP.

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“You know, I’ll never understand it.” Elias mumbled after Kennedy finished his explanation; rather his tirade. “I will never understand how someone as mind blowin’ly amazin’– how someone so wonderful can be so god damned hard on themselves.” Placing his hands on his hips, the country boy let out a heavy sigh as his shoulder’s slumped. “You know I would never let them hurt you– and, hell, I don’t even think they’d want to since you’re one of the most popular president’s to serve but if you feel this strongly about it we don’t have to go back. I just want you happy.”

“No- no, no, no. You can not pull this shit on me.” There it was, Elias was mumbling about wanting him to be happy- but if Elias wanted happiness it would probably be back on the farm, doing farm things, the things that Kennedy had spent his life not doing well with. His head tilted back, staring at the ceiling, “Good by beautiful, sturdy home in the middle of the big city- I loved you and your promise that I would never have to go outside to get an egg, only to be attacked by a chicken.” He couldn’t move from those hands, not when they were holding him still, making him realize that at the end of the day there was only one decision here to be made. “You made me happy by following me here for the last few years of your life...It’s your turn- but I’m not getting eggs in the morning. And I swear- if I see my parents, you have to chase them with a pitchfork.”

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“Kennedy, wait–” Roy called out, after pushing his ex off of him. Wiping the remnants of her lipstick off his lips, he turned to face Kennedy as he smoothed down the front of his shirt. “It’s not what it looks like. She just– came out of nowhere and kissed me, said she wanted to know for herself if I’d changed teams or something tacky like that… I promise,” he explained, ignoring as she rolled her eyes and huffed behind him as he moved closer to the man he was in love with. “I shouldn’t have let her kiss me, and I’m sorry for that, but I wasn’t expecting it… really.”

Kennedy found his eyes staring at the other’s lips, the ones that had been coated in a pale lipstick just moments before it was pushed away by the back of a hand. What was he supposed to say, “I brought us wine...” He sighed as he took a step back from the other, holding out the bottle.It felt like a night to celebrate a dash of freedom, to have a bit of fun with Roy but his heart had dropped the moment he saw the one connect with the other. ”You sure- or you weren’t expecting me?” What else was he supposed to say, if it hadn’t been Roy’s fault then it wasn’t his fault, but that didn’t stop the way that his heart had clenched when he watched the pair. “Sorry-  it’s fine...”

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“See- you, you are good in the country, me? I’m going to die there. That’s how this is going to work, I’m going to go back there, and everyone who hoped I would get impeached in my life is going to be ready with a stick to burn me alive for no other reason than the fact that I probably found some way to make their lives miserable during my four years in office.”

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“Well then- I’ll just go.”

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“It’s okay to admit that you’re a good guy now- you know that right?” Luke couldn’t stop the smile that was playing on his lips as he fiddled with the other’s coffee cup, refusing to give him his drink just yet. “And you’re not getting this until you say those words to me- tell me you’re a super hero, and tell me you love me, in that order.”

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Dante held his breath- what was he even doing? His head turned back towards the building he had just come from, the tall skyscraper that blocked the sunlight in the day, and made the night seem darker. He shouldn’t have left, but staying was no longer an option. The familiar forced himself to stop walking- or was he running, his body felt out of breath, unable to shift into it’s cat form, stuck as a human.”Fuck...fuck,fuck.” The words tumbled out, needing to find some semblance. You weren’t supposed to just leave your witch, not when you were already bonded. 

Hands sweating, he shook his shoulders, he couldn’t go back- he had tried so hard time and time again to quell whatever darkness was going through the others mind, but it was no longer something that was up to him, the other had made his choice,and that choice wasn’t for goodness, but for power.

Making sure he was collected, he turned away from the building once more and to his own. It was less extravagant, but it had been home- plus he already knew the magic’s that lived in the building as well, a bit of a plus. Stopping at his door, he turned to the other heading into his own apartment, “Long day?”

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“I’m sorry,” Elliott replied back with a soft smile on his lips, his eyes caring a glint of the gentleness in his words, “I should have said something sooner, I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable by following you around, but I just couldn’t shake this– this feeling, this phantom memory if you will, that I know you from somewhere; or maybe that I knew you.” He hummed a bit under his breath, the nerves rising in his throat as he began to think that maybe just maybe he really was losing his mind but then the man looked at him. There was something in his eyes, a kindness that couldn’t be watered down by time; a kindness that left Elliott feeling home again. “I’m insane, I have to be insane,” he admitted with a weak-willed chuckle as he chewed his bottom lip, “but there is just something so damn familiar about you. It’s like I can see you, in the back of my mind, but I can’t tell if it’s just a dream or if it’s some long lost memory… and now I know I’m weirding you out, I have to be, so just– I don’t know– forget I made a fool of myself here. I really didn’t mean to bother you, I should be going…” Yet, despite his words, Elliott made no move to leave; part of him was still hoping, still holding on to that fleeting possibility that he wasn’t crazy.

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Carm looked over the man with the soft features and the blond head of hair. Glimpses of another time passed through his mind, glimpses of his hand running through the light locks, a soft shared kiss that never happened between them. His heart fluttered in a way that it shouldn’t have around a stranger- around a man who you’ve never talked to. He heard the nerves in the other’s voice- the way his words seemed to falter just as Carmen’s brain continued to trip over itself. “You may just be insane...but - I- never mind I don’t want to sound insane as well..” There was a soft laugh that left his lips- one that showed the other that he wasn’t fearful of the crazed nature Elliot thought he was presenting. He wasn’t used to this feeling swirling inside of him- this nostalgia of a long lost-....something. The words weren’t there, just a shadow of a memory passed by something else. Looking behind him- he wondered about his own lover- the person he had felt so distant to lately, as if there hadn’t ever been a connection at all, before turning back to the man in front of him, “So you weird me out- and I can’t even catch your name, that hardly seems fair.” He offered slightly as he took a step forward, reaching out, “Carmen....” 

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“I don’t mean to be rude- but I’m almost positive you’re following me around, and I’m not sure exactly who you are- so...” Carmen watched the other careful, his footing shifting from one to the other. The other looked familiar, as if he had seen him in a dream, somewhere far off and away. The dark haired male tilted his head as he paused in thought, how could you be so sure you had an interaction with someone before, when you didn’t even remember who they could possibly be? His thoughts twisted as he gave a small sigh, looking around at the city around him- bustling, and yet slowing down slightly- as if some were watching the interaction from their peripherals. “Do I know you?”

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Garrett did not want to be here, he hated being thrown into large crowds like this– especially when everyone was drunk off their ass– but it was his friends birthday and they had demanded he come out with them and, well, who’s heartless enough to tell their friend no after they use the It’s my birthday so do this for me card? Garrett certainly wasn’t, sadly. Still, instead of suffering with his friends and making himself into the sole spokesperson for unwanted sobriety, he ventured away from their group so he could get himself a drink at the bar. It was a good plan, a great one really since it put distance between him and the drunk horde while also let his friends continue to enjoy themselves– that is, until, he finally had a drink in his hand only for the glass to freeze immediately under his touch before shattering from the sudden shift in temperature. Apparently he was so stressed out right now that his annoying powers, if he could even call them that, were starting to act up again. Of course the bartender said it was his fault, but instead of touching the new drink brought to him as an apology he turned to find his next escape.  Garrett was about to push himself away from the bar when a stranger slid into place beside him, keeping him technically trapped at the bar by his own, sudden, curiosity. “Long night?” Garrett found himself asking, without much thought, as he leaned over so he was close enough to the other that he didn’t have to really yell over the clubs obnoxious noise. “You look like you need a drink more than I do, but you’ve already got one so I can’t play the smooth card and offer to buy you one… so mind if I buy you the next drink?”

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Harley heard the glass shatter- his interests peeked, perhaps this was why he was here after all? He could practically feel the others powers- fresh and new, uncontrollable. Sipping at the drink in his hand, he moved a bit closer, not saying a word as he rested the glass down. Was this what the whispers had been talking about- some uncontrollable kid who had no idea what he was doing- what he truly was? Part of Harley wanted to groan and walk away- what was he doing risking his life for someone that still wasn’t even aware of who he was? Someone who probably could live a normal life and not get caught up in the insanity of the supernatural world. His fingers tapped against the bar, his head spinning- thinking too hard on too many subjects before the ‘uncontrollable’ started to speak with him. “Hm?” His eyebrow raised slightly as his body turned, back leaning against the bar as he stared at the blond- hoping he wasn’t coming off too judgement- then again, if he scared the kid perhaps he would just go home and tuck himself back into bed where he probably belonged. “That depends.” His voice remained stoic, eyes looking over the other, “Are you going to freeze mine as well- I don’t care for them that cold- seems I’m just about as smooth as you are.”

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Pushing through bodies was easy when you had superpowers- a slight push that people would even see as you made your way to the bar- god, Harley hardly even thought they would feel it if they were truly that far gone with the amount of alcohol most of them had consumed. How had he been even talked into coming here- was this hiding? Or was it finding a mark? That wasn’t something he was even sure of himself, all he knew was the faster the night ended, the faster he could make his way out of this drunken hell hole and back to his hell hole apartment instead- they smelled about the same. Next time- no club, that was for sure. 

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“Everything as in everything– well everything other than a few essentials but you get what I’m saying,” Jordan grumbled as he reached over with his right hand so he could lightly punch Cameron in the arm as they walked down the path both had memorized years ago. “I don’t think me telling you is problematic, plus how could I not? I tell you everything.” Well, he told his best friend mostly everything– everything accept for the fact that, a month or two ago, Jordan began to think that maybe– just maybe– he didn’t want to just be friends with him anymore; which, of course, he kept to himself. They were young, he didn’t have many friends outside of Cam, so of course that confusion would work it’s way into his system… right? “And that’s my point, when you said us– I’d want you to go with me. I mean, I did say I’d take the essentials didn’t I?” Stopping dead in his tracks after the words left his mouth, he reached out once more to pull Cam back so he was now facing him. “Come on Camn– what’s keeping you here? We could leave in the middle of the night, when no one’s looking for us, and just drive. We’d make it out of the state, easy, before anyone even realizes we’re gone if they even realize…”

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“So basically what you’re saying is that we shouldn’t forget to pack sandwiches and beverages for this adventure you’re going to be taking us on.” Cameron grumbled out a groan as the other punched him in the arm, putting his hand over the spot he had just hit, “Can you not try to break me in half with your super fist? I don’t need to be bruised when we arrive at this place we are running away too.” He teased softly, not being able to help himself. He couldn’t see them doing anything but this- walking down the same roads, being stuck in the same places, but then again, Jordan was always more of a go getter than Cameron had been- Cam felt more complacent in places he felt were safe- places he knew...”Well here I thought when you said essentials, I assumed you meant your face wash and tooth brush- but as long as I’m in the plan, I guess I can make sure you don’t die any time soon.” This was just hypothetical, right? His stomach started to roll around in his body- making him quickly uncomfortable and unsure of what he was doing in the moment. Chewing his bottom lip, he began to shift from one foot to the next as he was turned around. “Because...I just...Someone would realize I was gone Jordan- and do you know what would happen to me when I’m found...or you? I’m not- He’d kill the both of us. And I mean it...death- or maybe just an inch to our death’s so we’d feel it and couldn’t run away again.” No...It was safer there- walking the same streets and being home when you were told too.

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HEADCANON/MUSE: Julian Beckham.

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The house was a mess– a literal mess. Chairs were turned over with blankets thrown over them as makeshift forts, a lamp (or two) had been broken in a daring battle between two toddlers and one of their fathers, glass had been knocked over so their drinks could create rivers– and, of course, Bailey was at the center of it. With Julia running around in front of him, with a cardboard sword in one hand and a cardboard shield on the other, he followed close behind with his son perched on his shoulders (who, of course, had a headband on that gave him small little horns so he [and Bailey] could be the Dragon that the Knight Princess [Julia] was saving the kingdom from), Bailey was so distracted in the heat of the moment, and growling with his son giggling along, he didn’t even hear the door open as his husband came home from work.

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Work was never he easiest- but then again, it wouldn’t be work if it had been. Julian’s eyebrows were creased and furrowed as he made his way inside of the place he called home, hearing the laughter and commotion of what could only be his children, with a much bigger child- their father. The once furrowed brows unraveled as an easy smile grew on his face while walking towards the noise and...apparently mess- making sure not to step on any of the ...so perfectly crafted scenery. He tried to hold in his laughter as he leaned himself against the door frame, clearing his throat. “Does a simple peasant have permission to enter the kingdom, or should he just leave?” He questioned the children and his husband, that smile and laughter finally falling out. Looking at Bailey now- he saw everything he had wished his father would have been to him- and beyond glad that this was now the man in his life.

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“Have you ever just wanted to run away, you know– from everything.” Jordan asked his friend as they made their way down the old, back country road, that lead to a small private beach on the Charleston coast. It was a bit of a heavy question, one that he tried to disguise as one that could roll easily off the tongue, but it had been weighing on Jordan’s mind for too long now. “Just, you know, pack up a few things– get in some big truck, like my pick-up for example– a little bit of cash for gas– and then just go, without telling anyone…”

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“Everything? As in parents, school work, you and your perfect hair and good looks?” Cameron slipped his hands into his pockets with a laugh, not looking at the other as he trudged along the back road- a road that he was positive he memorized by now. Each little dip in the ground, every pot hole you had to jump around- you think things would change as you grew up, but Cam never noticed a difference, not even the tiniest of ones to the town both boys called home.”Oh- like your pick up, how completely coincidental that you have one that could take you anywhere without telling anyone. I’d say it’s a bit problematic though, because you’re telling me right now...So a plan like this? I’m not sure it’d work on someone like us.”

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“Well this place is absolutely adorable, now isn’t it. Figure’s that the boy knight in shining armor would end up with the most powerful witch of his time- then again, he’s not doing much magic- and you haven’t done much to stop bad things from happening in the world around you, have you?” Moore paused as he let his hand run across the glass case, tapping at it.”I’m not sure the others around would notice if you were gone- Oh, by the way, I gave your husband a good evening kiss before coming in here- he’s not my type though, don’t worry.”

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Easton heard the familiar click- on that could only come from a gun he had watched someone clean time and time again- one that had taught him to hunt and kill those who were different- those who were anything but human. His body spun quickly, reaching and quickly pulling his own gun loose from its holder- staring eye to eye with the man who raised him. “Dad.” He commented roughly,the eyes still the same heartless and cruel slits he had grown up looking into and even admired at one point in time.

“Still protecting your werewolf and now a witch as well? You would have been better sticking with that werewolf’s new playtoy, what’s her name? You like her too, don’t you?” 

Easton didn’t waver as he held his gun steady, pointed to the man who was supposed to have his back. Life would have been so different had he not been raised by him, he would have never hunted Valerie, nor fell in love for the first time, and each subsequent time after. There had been people to show him the way, to show him what humanity could do and who the real monsters were beneath the layers and layers of skin. “Leave them out of this, old man. What do you want.” The words were short, and clipped, ready to take down the other if he even looked like he was going to squeeze the trigger. 

“The half demon and his familiar. I kept my gun off those creatures that you call family-...lovers, for long enough. You owe me.” 

Easton put his gun down, placing it back in his holster, though he kept his eyes on the other without moving them, not an inch. “I owe you? You tore apart the first family I had- trained me to rip people apart- I owe you nothing, especially not Ren and his familiar. Run along, Dad. If you were here to shoot me you would have done it already- and we both know I could stop you even if you try now.” 

The man put his gun down slowly, putting it into the back of his pants, “You’ll regret sending me away, Easton. I promise you.” His body turned from is son, no more words between them as he left the hallway. Easton put his hand to his face a moment later, forcing himself to take a deep breath, seems as if a new trouble was coming to stalk the supernatural.

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self para.

Shiloh was powerful- that was something he knew deep down in his core, and with every twitch of magic that lit up his finger tips. He had learned how to control it- taught himself the ins and outs between books stolen from libraries and people who approached him. “You left.” He didn’t want the hurt to fill in as he stared at the man- his father. The man had so many children and yet he was the only one that the other didn’t seem to care about. There was a shock on the witch’s features, it was something Shiloh caught the moment he said the words. “I watched you and your husband walk away like I didn’t even exist.” He promised himself he would never search the men out- and he hadn’t, but now he was face to face with them. 

“I didn’t-”

“I taught myself!” He found himself yelling, his voice straining hard as a lamp behind him blew up in the shop- knowing that his control was slipping, pulsing away from him. “I taught myself-...everything.”

James stared at the other, feeling the surge of power that was so unmistakabley O’Hare. The power was unlike anything he felt before- new and terrifying and yet completely collected even with the emotion forcing it in different directions. Could it have been his son? He would never have walked away- not from the boy, not from his own flesh and blood- and yet he looked so familiar- he had to have been an O’Hare. “I don’t know who you are...” James whispered softly, reaching forward, only to have the boy move sharply back.

“I know...” This time his voice cracked, no longer screaming, “because you left.”