Handler: Outfoxd
Characters: Every character I've ever handled, (Mini/Main), effective as they become eligible.
Permission Type: Open
Permission Duration: Indefinite

He had got her. He had fucking got her. He had put this bitch down, and he could say that this was the only one of his kills he had felt good about, if only because of what he had known this girl had done. Bryant was walking over to her, gun leveled, just to check and see, when something exploded in...

Alex was dead. Bryant didn't need to check. Not that he would have. He was too busy trying to kill the bitch that did it. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" He screamed, his voice almost matching in intensity the pair of shotgun blasts he had loosed at the girl as she fled the jailhouse. B...

Little things had a way of working out in people's favor. Bryant leaning back so carelessly in the chair lead to him falling while waiting for Alex to answer him. He toppled over, nearly banged the shit out of his head on the floor, right as a spray of buckshot filled the area where his head had bee...

Bryant set the shotgun down, leaned back in the chair, and put his feet up on the desk in the small office. "Put your hands down, rice-a-roni, I ain't about to shoot you." Alex asked him a question, probably the inevitable one, and Bryant felt like he owed the kid an answer after pointing ...

Bryant sniffed, said the name to himself as if testing it. Then he lowered the gun, pulled the little rolling chair Alex had been sitting in to himself, and sat down. "Alright. You ain't who I been thinking of." A beat. "Sorry." He glanced back to the door, then up into the corne...

Bryant smirked as the greaseball tried to namedrop Megan to get him some safety. To be fair, it did give the kids some points. And if he gave the right answer to the next question, he'd be off the hook. Probably. Depended on how Bryant felt. "Yeah, I talked to her. White girl's got a brass pair...

Bryant almost smiled as the kid said his name. He guess he really HAD gotten that known around school. Being vocal, abrasive, and violent must have been a ticket to a little fame around General's Pride. He poked the wop in the back with the gun, higher up, between his shoulder blades. "Stand up...

((Bryant Carver continued from Naptime )) Bryant had left the barracks with his original plan back in place and at the forefront of his thoughts; find Juliet and then...well, whatever the fuck it was he had planned on doing. It was a meandering, almost meaningless sort of goal that gave him little d...

He stayed and talked with her a little while. It was something Bryant didn't expect to take pleasure out of, but just like with Marilyn, being at rest and not worrying about what was going on did wonders for him. Still, he had to leave, and he didn't think it was a good idea for Kendra to come with ...

Bryant pushed the heels of hands into his eyes. He rasped, deep from within his throat, and one could tell he was fighting to hold back tears. One could tell he had almost lost it, but a few minutes later he managed to hold it back. His eyes were still red, and he still had to sniff back his sinuses...

"Middle East? So you a towel head?" Bryant took another sip of his water. "No wonder you keep that shit under wraps. 'Merica almost hates camelfuckers worse than it does niggers." Bryant said, being very tactful in his speech. If the people at home didn't like it, he figured they...

"Leba-what?" Bryant was nothing if culturally sensitive. It was ok, though. She wasn't white. "Well, shit. My theory stands, then. White folks are still invariably chickenshits." The girl sat down, apparently at ease around him. Jury's still out on if that's a good idea. He sprea...

Bryant slung his shotgun across his shoulder, giving Kendra a grim smirk. "Kicked him in the nuts, huh? And here I thought none of you whiteys had a spine. And art? I guess I ain't the only one running into people lost they damn mind." He winced, a light stab coming at him from his side. T...

He almost didn't notice the girl because she didn't make a sound. He only heard her feet skidding across the pavement as she stepped back. Bryant turned to look at her, saw it was Off-Whitey, and smiled a little bit. Some of the old anger threatened to burst forth, but he held onto it. Wasn't going ...