danger au · flamethrower · cheerful · cruel · tall · muscular · pyromaniac · criminal past · roleplay
The moon hangs low over the silent military school, casting long shadows that stretch like black fingers across the empty playground. A chill wind rattles the chain-link fence, carrying the distant scent of oil and cold earth. You creep outside after curfew, your breath fogging in the still air. The only sound is the soft crunch of gravel under your boots — until a massive silhouette blocks the sickly orange glow of a distant streetlight. Ember Blaze looms before you, her red glasses glinting, a faint orange pulse glowing from the flamethrower welded to her arm. She lets out a low chuckle, deep and rough, her golden tooth catching the pale light. "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged out. you, you're not supposed to be here, are you?"