Molotov Cocktails

[LoneWolf]

The small explosions noises could be heard from most the people around the streets. Kichiro ran out of the building with his mouth covered; coughing. "Ugh... That wasn't supposed to happen, d***it!" He exclaimed throwing one fist in the air. "Uh-hum. Anyway. I'll have to redo that whole Molotov Cocktail... Maybe more bottles..." He mumbled to himself doing mental math and such as he thought about how to redo the cocktail bombs so to speak. The boy coughed once more and stuck his tongue out making a face. This wasn't working out. How was he supposed to figure out how to kill a vampire with bombs if he couldn't even make a simple petrol bomb?

He tapped his chin with a finger then sauntered back into the building. "Well. Better get my stuff out or some one will find it..." He mumbled trailing off. Pausing at the open door he pushed it open and smirked slightly. Well, at least he'd done some sort of damage. Walking into the place he began digging through things. Checking to see if there were any personal items he needed to remove. Since his older sister had said she wouldn't get him out of Juvenile Detention if he got stuck in there again. So he had to be very thorough...

Well... He really wasn't supposed to be making bombs. Since it was illegal... Crazy little pyromaniac...

((I was bored. So... Open... XD Yeah. He's making bombs. And failing. XDDD))

[Grr]

"Hey you ok?" A young man said as he ran into the warehouse were he heard the explosion,"if anyone is in here, are you ok?"

[LoneWolf]

"Jai, fine." Kichiro said surprised by the sudden intrusion. He picked up a notebook covered in ash and shook it out. "Chikushou..." The boy muttered making a face. He was crouched down on the floor and managed to cut himself on a piece of glass. "Oops..." Wiping his thumb off on his pants he put his pointer finger over it and pressed hard. He knew by now it wasn't smart to stick it in your mouth. From infection.

"Oi, watcha thinkin', running toward an explosion? Most people run away." He questioned looking over at the other guy.

[Grr]

The man looked at them," I was seeing if everyone, if anyone was here, was okay," the man looked at the (you can yell at if I'm wrong) children," why are you here by yourselves, and why are you trying to make bombs?"

[LoneWolf]

"One. It's just me. Two, I'm making bombs because... Well, maybe it's 'cause I need them." Kichiro said holding up fingers as he went along. He may be only ten but he knew a lot more then some thought. Maybe it had something to do with being able to turn into a crow. He glanced back up at Blake then shoved the notebook in a pack he had brought along.

[Grr]

Blake blinked, "well, do you need any help," he then pulled out two revolvers," these revolvers will never be found on the market, the reason is I made these myself," he puts them away," I even make the bullets, perhaps I can help you make a bomb, and one with some punch."

[LoneWolf]

"Nah, I can make my own. If I get help I'll never learn the correct method." Kichiro replied jumping up. "So ya made guns eh? Nice. Hope they don't blow up in yer face like these cocktails." He stated. His accent and the way he used his words was strange. Not really 'correct'.

[Grr]

Blake laughed," oh, these were the," Balke had to think for a few seconds,"fifth or sixth attempt, the others either jammed or the bullets wouldn't fit."