Muse - Dominique Luca aka Luca
Open to - Male/Female/NB/Trans. Mutuals/Non mutuals
Sexuality - Straight, Gay, Bisexual
Suggested Connection - Boyfriend/girlfriend, Husband/Wife
Background- Luca's had a really difficult day at work and he comes home and is pleased to see your muse who knows how to make him feel better, but he's still haunted by the day's events.
It had been all over the news that the Los Angeles Union Elementary and High School had been under siege by eight students who had armed themselves and taken over the school. While the school itself and its students knew their active shooter training, it didn't mean that every class, student, or teacher had managed to escape to safety. Three SWAT teams had been called in to take control of the situation while uniformed officers dealt with the growing crowd of concerned parents and families, the endless news reporters trying to get their latest story. Some students and teachers had managed to escape, and the CCTV told them that they had eight armed suspects in the building.
It had taken two hours of negotiations with the specially trained officer to realize that they weren't going to get to the shooters to release hostages or give up, so the SWAT teams went in. The gymnasium was where three of the shooters had managed to hold students and teachers hostage there, while the other five roamed the corridors and shot at anything and everything that moved. It only took twenty minutes for the teams to get the situation under control. Of course, while there were lives saved, there were lives lost. Four of the shooters had been killed, while the others had been successfully detained but that did nothing to alleviate the pain that the officers all felt in their hearts as they walked through the blood and bodies of students and teachers. Forty-seven students died, one hundred and eighty students injured twelve teachers died and seven injured. The carnage and chaos everywhere in the wake of the incident.
Luca's heart was heavy, pained as he opened the front door and dumped his kit bag at the foot of the stairs and instantly he called out. "Hey, babe. I'm home." He called out to his significant other, his better half as he headed into the kitchen to grab a stiff drink. A large whisky, no ice or mixer just neat. It burned on the way down, unusually bitter in flavour and it made the bile rise in his stomach.









