( * time to ruin shit

private rp blog for ruin from the call of duty multiplayers. if you see this in the tag and seem interested, go ahead and follow. i'm keeping this to private partially with a friend, and partially to see whos interested. check the list to see who i'm open...

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RUIN HAS MOVED TO CALLSIGNRUIN

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@kingxfmischief

“ black ops were called into help -- but i see the avengers have you all sorted. “

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She smiles at him then, but its not a nice smile, it’s slow and calculating, almost malicious with its intent. She holds out her own hand, wiggling her fingers as if to ask for a cigarette.

“Well, they can’t all be you, can they? Might just ruin your fun.”  

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“You’re trash, and I hate you.”

Ruin took in a sharp breath, his fingers pushing the cigarette packet across the table. He huffed quietly, pulling one out of the pack and putting it into his mouth. Well, he might as well tell someone

“I’m uh -- I’ve been called out for a recon job.”

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yo. hit this up if you want a starter

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@nokillmarks

‘ the arm doesn’t hurt--- you can ask.’

[callsignoutriderold-blog]

“Don’t ruin this by calling me ‘babe’, Donnie.”

She glares over her mug, taking a small sip and then sighing. She rolls her shoulders, and slumps into the chair a little more. She’s slightly creeped out by the ‘normal’ people with enhancements, but having a full robot around was still… weird..

“And I prefer prophet.”

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“Oh ha. Very fuckin’ funny.”

Fingers leave a dull tap on the table, his free hand reaching towards the pack of cigarettes that lay near by. Battery had left them specifically for him, and yet he really wasn’t too sure if he wanted to. Glancing back up to Ali, Donnie raised a slight laugh

“Of course you do.”

[callsignoutriderold-blog]

“Don’t even bother. That thing creeps me out.”

She leaves her bag by the door and takes her hair out of the tight bun, shaking the curls loose. She moves to the coffee pot and pours herself a large cup from one of the mugs nearby. She adds sugar and then slumps down into one of the chairs by the table.

“And I do smile.. When you’re not here.”

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“He’s not that bad. Could be Prophet.”

In the day and age that they were in, to find a robot like Reaper, who had been almost like a member of the family from the start, it was odd. Taking a sip of his coffee, He gave a slight hum, metal hand resting over his chest

“I’m wounded, babe. Truly hurt.”

[joyolssonn]

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@callsignoutrider

“Do you ever smile?”

It’s muttered quietly over the breakfast table. The “Black Ops” house, as it had been effectively called, had been quiet most of the day. It had been nice, but the slam of the door and the chuck of a bag had ruined his quiet. Brows raise, and Donnie gave a small hum

“Well, unless you’re fucking around with the robot.”

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        “ATTACK, ATTACK, ATTACK.”

                “YEAH, AND WHEN THAT DOESN’T WORK? MORE ATTACKING?”