forum Title Pending- Closed RP With the Assassin's Guild Gang
Started by @Becfromthedead group
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@Becfromthedead group

Oh yeah, I forgot about that! If you want to have some of it done before we start, we can wait. I think we're still waiting to make sure everyone is ready anyway.

@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

I haven't even gotten around to sketching the basic idea yet 😂 if there is something specific, like a room for specific purposes or a hidden something you want, I have no problem adding it! I know this will be inspired by medival times but has been renovated a few times so there might like, a training room or a mini armory, but also more modern things like a computer room (with high speed wifi) and new tools (but old appliances).
I also want a library/study because those are rare in modern houses and I always wanted a library in my house

@Becfromthedead group

(Oop, got caught up in artfight shit- Aaanyway. Here goes.)
Galen had been searching for a few days now. There was a safe house somewhere near here, supposedly. But again, just supposedly. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to hide long. After all, Galen was easy to spot, and that was really his own fault. When he got all his tattoos and piercings, he hadn't anticipated that he would ever be running from the law. He was not a bad person. He just did something super illegal while trying to help others. While he knew the risks, he wasn't keen on accepting his punishment.
In the meantime, Galen wore a gray turtleneck to cover all the markings on his arms, chest, and neck, and he had removed most of his piercings for the time being, just to blend in. Yet, he wasn't much closer to finding this godforsaken safe house.
As he walked down the street, Galen heard the wailing of sirens, and it made him flinch. They probably weren't after him, so he took a deep breath and did his best to continue on his way, to not make a scene. But as the sirens drew closer, his discomfort grew.

@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

(Not a problem, I went to bed yesterday at 11 and woke up 12 hours later, I was supposed be up at 8)

Sounds of music and laughter surrounded Caspian as he made his way through the farmer's market. It was a fairly warm day but there were still clouds dotting the pale blue sky. Caspian was drawn to the smell of fresh bread and homemade jam coming from one of the stalls, he had a few coins jingling in the pocket of his tan pants and could not resist it. Once he stopped at the table he took in everything spread out and quickly asked for his order to be bagged in an even voice.

It was while he was waiting, leaning on the stall, that he felt someone's eyes on him. Slowly turning his head to look behind him, he saw a group of young boys, probably teenagers, pointing at him and whispering. OK, time to leave this place. Caspian fixed the cream coloured collar poking through his fern green shirt, grabbed his bag of bread and walked out of the boys line of sight. He walked in a quick pace until he reached an alleyway then wove in and out of the Allen's until he felt he was safe. This was where he was staying, in the abandoned shed of a run down house in which a frail old man lived.

He picked up the backpack and grabbed any of the things scattered on the floor he deemed important. As he was jumping out of the shed for the last time, he heard a siren wailing nearby. He stayed hidden in the grass until the ambulance passed by, then breathed a sigh of relief. He knew there was a safehouse nearby, one of his prison mates told him and his sister about it. Caspian smiled, it had been some time since he thought about his sister. He wondered how she was after they broke out and went on the run. He started walking towards the edge of the town, still thinking about Callisto.