HIT & RUN , a crazy duo.

[OLLIE.]

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♱ ˖ ˚ tbh , there *was* a buildup of events / reasons why mia had been overtaken with the urge to murder their parents . however , in no way were they bad people . they were *wonderful* people who cared a great amount for their children — they were the best parents a kid could ever ask for , and mia hated that . she hated their perfect image , all their coddling , all their concerns , and i think deep down , she felt as if all that was fake ? they didn’t really mean it and that they were only focused on wanting to keep the ‘ perfect , cozy little family ‘ image in the eyes of those outside the family , and so that desire began to manifest . she might’ve told her brother about it once it did , probably in the form of a joke like , ‘ *what if they just were to end up dead one day .* ‘ or ‘ *if they were to just die , how would you feel ?* ‘ but eventually , it becomes set in her mind that she *is* gonna do it and she knows that ollie won’t oppose her decisions , so she gets him to help .

♱ ˖ ˚ prob kept her dad’s watch or mom’s earrings afterwards . idk something . most likely looted and traded everything else for food or medicine or smth .

♱ ˖ ˚ preferred weapon are knives / small daggers / any bladed weapons that are easy to conceal . keeps them on her at all times ; in her waistband , bra , pants leg , shoe , etc . likes to experiment with other things as well like chains , blunt weapons , and so-on . likes getting messy with how they carry out their murders — almost as if they’re looking to make a statement . she *wants* people to know .

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we love two (2) psycho kids only

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[OLLIE.]

[quote][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9.3pt; line-height: 1.4;"]| doesn’t have an idea between right or wrong : aware of rules , but don’t think that they apply to him nor his sister . “ you can’t murder that person “ his response? ” why not “ his justification is survival . he doesn’t believe that the old world rules apply to them now , so acting on violent instinct is just force of nature , not being mentally ill .

| when it came to his parents , ollie didn’t specifically hate them — he felt nothing towards them and in turn , felt as if they hated him for the who he was becoming . in non-tnw aspects , he’s urged to get involved in sports ( and he goes through basketball , lacrosse , before finally finding an modern love in baseball ) and make new friends outside of his sister but even when they involve themselves in people that admire but they secretly hate but involve themselves with because they could get them to do whatever they want , they still felt unsatisfied outside of each other . ollie had enough built up uncertainty / bloodlust to fall into the plan once his sister suggested it.

| his main source of weapon is a baseball bat and a pistol, tho he definitely takes preference to the baseball bat as it’s much more up close and personal . / playing around with the idea that he switches his secondary weapon a lot but the bade ball always stays.

| keeps gum pocketed on him at all times . chews it religiously if possible . not only is it breath-freshening , but it’s a fair distraction and brain stimulating .

| recreational smoker . if it’s there, he’ll smoke it.

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&. ❝ Mia ❞ |  Strictly goes by Mia ; only exception is her brother , Ollie , who likes to call her by an assortment of little nicknames such as ' babe ' , ' angel ' , ' sweetheart ' , and many others | Biologically female and continues to identify as so [ she / her ] .
&. 19 years old . | November 2nd ; Scorpio .
&. Loner ; Resident to be of The Badlands .

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&. full personality .

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&.  [ 5'2" & 95 pounds  ; physical health : 97% ]  [ , [url=http://]reference two ]
&. full appearance .

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&.  Difficulty [ PHYSICAL : 00/10 ] ﹠ [ PSYCHOLOGICAL : 10/10 ] | WITH FIREARMS [ difficulty ] | WITH MELEE WEAPONS [ difficulty ] | WITH HAND-TO-HAND [ difficulty ]
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&. Attack in bold #ad6539 | [member=9420]MIA.[/member]  | PM for any major plots .
&. Friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

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&. Unnamed parent x Unnamed parent | family notes .
↳ [ 0 ] CRUSH(ES) | [ 0 ] "POTENTIAL CRUSHES" | ½ of twin relations MIA ﹠ OLLIE ; " MOLLIE "
&. Pansexual , aromantic ; polyamorous | just a bit of info on how they feel about relationships .

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"Mia, does she talk about me?"

Terrence, that's his name. He's seventeen years old, the day in age you're looking to get into a girl's pants, not looking for love. Oliver would know, as he'd already laid down with the leader's daughter two nights before. He put off sensuality, however, far longer than he could put aside his desire to kill and how many weeks had it been? — two? three? Long enough. That isn’t to say that Oliver is vigorously out of control. He could conceal himself to encourage his sister’s survival. It works similarly when there was something, someone putting her life at risk. Someone who was willingly trying to take her away from the safety of her brother, who tried to get her alone every chance he could get, which so happened to be Terrence.

Stupid. Fucking. Perfect. Terrence.

“No.”

Mia refusing to talk about him is what bothered him. Terrence had managed to do it, get her alone several one to two times behind Ollie’s back and both times she raised no questions, provided no answers. Usually she told him everything, absolutely everything, but instead she grumbles how hungry she is before collapsing on the old sofa that smells of cat piss and sadly, there’s no cat to eradicate for making it smell that way. Ollie doesn’t want to push it, so instead he asks her if she has fun, which only receives a simple ‘yes.’ He knows that his sister can handle herself, more than any other girl that still lives on this planet, and yet he can’t help but wonder if she was that fucking oblivious. Nothing points to her being aware of Terrence’s intentions, unless she was and was keeping it to herself.

Was he being replaced?

If he was, then he wouldn’t let it proceed further. If it already happened, if Terrence went as far as to fuck his sister, he would be the one to conclude. It seemed to align too perfectly: the only time that you could be alone around here was at night. Two folks kept watch and around the time Terrence is supposed to take it with Victor, his daughter gets sick leaving Ollie to volunteer. Terrence is bubbling with apprehension, too, but not for the same reason. He just wants insight on his schoolgirl crush. Ollie's plan is to execute him softly. To poison him with what they have left from Bliss’s home, and it’d be countered a mistake, a freak accident. He gets him as far as the bar but instead of drink, Terrence insists on a game of pool first.

It’s what got Ollie answering this dumb question in the first place. In the corner of his eye, Terrence could see he’s being sized up. But he doesn’t think much of it; in his head, it’s just a brother being wary of the boy who likes his sister. Nothing more, nothing less. Terrence wants to believe there’s still good in people. In his head, getting on the brother’s good side would standardize more days with Mia, and he’s not scared of Ollie. As far as he’s concerned, there is nothing to be afraid of.

“C’mon, not at all?” Terrence grins hopefully, slinking around to the white ball at the far side of the pool table, leaning over to take his shot.

“One question, remember?” Ollie is barely paying mind to what Terrence says, rather the ball in which Terrence aims. He just needs him to miss this once — give Ollie the opportunity to impel the drink onto him. All he needed? The poison was enough to kill you in one sip, but Ollie would take pleasure in knowing that he’d consumed every inch of what he was given. If Oliver can’t give him the pain he deserved, then he might as well reassure that this shit did it for him.

“Alright, but don’t be upset if I keep asking you about her – shit.” The white ball whirls past its target, going straight into the socket.

“Alright my turn.” Ollie grabs the ball, tossing it between each hand before slamming it onto the pool table. “You’re sharing a shot with me.” He’s not taking no for an answer; he’s growing bored and he worries about Mia, who he left at their flat just hours earlier. She’d be joyous of what he’d done and even, by a slim chance, she’d liked Terrence it couldn’t have ever been enough for her to have frowned upon something so cunning.

“Okay, but just so you know I’ve never…. uh, drank before. Dad won’t let me.”

Ollie pours both of them a shot, fishing into his pocket casually to pull out the poison kept in a pendant where Bliss had once kept her mother’s ashes. There’s a generous amount of poison in this pendant and as generous as Ollie is, he pours it all. “No worries, I won’t tell your dad if you don’t want me to.” Ollie saunters over to Terrence, handing him the drink. “Cheers.”

Terrence’s eyes shift from his shot glass to Ollie with uncertainty. To see the other teen consuming it without a second’s hesitation was the reassurance he needed to bring it to his lips and take one compromising swig, scowling at its strong taste as he forces himself to swallow the rest. He wants to gain Ollie’s approval, and how in the world can he do that if he can’t finish even one sip of alcohol – God what was that?

“Gin.” Ollie smiles, “Mia’s favorite.”

“It’s disgusting.” Terrence laughs, causing Ollie’s smile to grow. Was he doing it?

“Alright, maybe we should head back to night watch before your father notice’s, dontcha think?” Ollie walks over clapping his hand over Terrence’s back, and Terrence thinks he’s done it. His lawfully practiced charm has won over the acceptance of the most preservative brother who’s left on the planet – except wait. It’s not just the liquor that’s burning, but he swears his veins burn, too. Was this normal? He lifts his hand from the pool table, and he could barely move. Staggering forward, he falls onto his knees.

“Ollie-“ Terrence bursts into a fitful of coughs. “Ollie can you get my dad I think I’m havin’ a reaction or- or something.” He manages to lift his head to look at the other the best he could, but his vision is starting to blur. Ollie, however, has shifted away, staring at him as if he’s expecting something yet, his eyes are unfeeling. Terrence hadn’t ever seen anything like it and yet, in his worst of dreams he could only conclude it being the way the devil would look had  he ever to seen it. Who in their right mind responded so callously to someone in pain? Shaking his head, he only says, “You told me not to tell your dad.”

“You son of a bitch, did you do something to me?”

Ollie doesn’t answer, just waits. Terrence isn’t willing to grant him that satisfaction, to die right here as Ollie watches, to have been murdered but only have it be minimized to a petty freak accident or ‘natural causes’. There used to be technology that could tell you what’s wrong with you, that’s what his dad had said. But now that those ceased to exist, leaving people like Ollie to take without distress on whether or not they’d get caught just seemed... wrong.

Adrenaline and his desperation to live serves as his motivation. In a quick motion, Terrence is able to bring himself to his feet, tackling the other to the ground. His fists connect to the other’s cheek. Ollie is taken aback, winded, struggling to retrieve initial dominance as he takes one… two… three.. four… of Terrence’s blows. He could feel blood oozing from somewhere, he doesn’t know where as he aims to grab Terrence’s hands far too late. Drawing back his fist the other strikes him again and Ollie worries if he allows one more to the temple, he’ll be knocked unconscious.

The knife. Everyone around here, not just Mia, kept pocket knives in their pockets, Terrence being no exception. Ollie fiddles with Terrence’s pocket, finding both fronts empty but finding solace in his right back pocket. Before Terrence could send that perilous blow, Ollie clutches the knife, burying it deep into the other’s chest.

Ollie never gets tired of that look: the one where they fall rigid, eyes stretching wide from shock. His father had exhibited a similar look, along with many other victims he can’t think of right now. Ollie had initially worried about someone finding them, of being exiled from this community but now he didn't care. He wanted to slaughter this boy until he was beyond recognition. To strip him away from who he was because who he was nothing. To serve him as an example of what happened when you fucked with his sister.

Before Terrence’s body could trap him, he shoves him off and straddles him. He goes for the windpipe so in case he went to scream, he couldn’t but by some fucking miracle, Terrence is reaching to shove at him. He whimpers, choking on his own blood and tears as he meekly asks, “Why are you doing this?”

Ollie forces the knife into his windpipe, twists it as he hears the curdling of blood and then, once he’s sure that Terrence is dead, he does it again. — he doesn't owe him a fucking explanation — And again. And again. The session to any other pair of eyes may have seem prolonged but for Ollie, it isn’t enough. Not when Terrence’s blood showers his face. Not when the knife bends, resistant to the force that Ollie confers. Not even when Mia arrives and so, she stands there quietly.

120 stab wounds in all.

“Do you feel better?” She asks when he’s done, and the only reason he does is because the handle breaks and he’s left with just that. He pushes himself away from Terrence, heaving as he pushes himself off the motionless body, wiping his forehead with his sleeve.

He glances at his sister for the first time.

Looks are exchanged between the two before finally, elegantly, she approaches. She peers down at Terrence’s mangled body and just like him, she’s unfeeling. Just like it’s another walk in the park. It’s Ollie who she gives sympathetic eyes to, only Ollie who deserves it. Leaning down, she reaches up to place a hand on his cheek and he leans into her, closing his eyes. “You know we have to go, right”

“Don’t you think we overstayed our welcome anyway, angel?” Ollie deadpans, opening his eyes to glance at her impishly.

She smiles and getting up, offering him a hand in which he takes. When he gets up, he notices her not looking at him, but at Terrence. Her head tilts dubiously, eyes narrowing.

“I didn’t like him anyway.”