#maxnero

[motorcitysentinel--archive]

People I have not yet plyed with, whom I must absolutely must plot with over my hiatus:

thegovernmentsson

jackofspadesx

betterthanyouwhittemore

ceruleaneyedlycan

Max-nero ][ THAT SUBMIT IS A HUGE PLOT DEVICE, WE CAN USE THAT }

[shesnotcrazy]

Open RP for 5 new guests

The motel cast its lonely light beckoning for anyone to share its light. It was the only lit building for miles on the empty road. Not even the stars gracing it with their presence behind the swell of grey clouds that moved lazily in the sky. 

Norman sat out on the motel porch in one of the old rickety chairs flipping through a book on taxidermy. Fig. A showed the gruesome process of skinning the animal and scooping out its organs, but the gore ceased to phase him as his gaze took in every sentence greedily. 

The long shadow cast by the new guest wavered in the dull light as a shadow of the same hue fell over Norman's features once he looked up with a welcoming smile.

"Hey there. Are you looking for a room?" he asked, gently closing the book.

[daughterofocean]

Job Hunting// Max-Nero

It was definitely too early for her to be making any kind of deals. She'd either accept everything or just shoot everyone and go back to sleep. Considering they had taken her gun she was only had one option but she wasn't very happy with it. After having contacted G.L.O.V.E they had informed her that they'd find her some time soon. She didn't expect that to be 6 weeks later, at 5 A.M in Bangladesh. The men just showed up in her hotel with a black van in the parking lot. The fact that she had gone bed all drunk at 3 in the morning worsened her mood. Yet she agreed. In the past few years she had became an excellent archaeologist, always going to the worst places possible but always taking what she wanted. In order to protect herself she had skilled herself in guns making her an excellent sniper. After some bad events she was tired of everything around her. Perhaps being an assassin was what she needed as killing was no problem for her. The van stopped and she stepped out to see an isolated place with an abandoned factory. The morning breeze made her shiver a little but she quietly followed the men inside the factory.   

[devilsinheritor]

            — [☠]; Light blue eyes snapped up toward the few face, the human figure standing in front of his desk whilst he sat there, reading something which wasn't revelant to mention as his cigarette began to consume between his fingers. "May I help you?" The Antichrist inquired.