forum Wanna Do A Witchcraft based One On One?

Started January 01, 2020 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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(sure!)

“Fun li’l icebreaker for ya.. what’s your plan like?” Cliff fought to be heard over the music, but he managed. “I know it’s not the best question ta ask, but I’m curious. Sue me.” He shrugged, head tilted to one side.

"They want me to be stuck in a desk job, and be fuckin' souless." She said, shaking her head. "Yours?"

“You lucky duck.” Cliff laughed, leaning his head back. “Fuckin’ childcare. Trainin’ to be stuck with the anklebiters all goddamn day. Now that makes about as much sense as tits on a bull.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes.

Sheena hissed in sympathy. "Damn…" She mumbled. "But at least you'll be doing stuff."

Cliff gave her a toothy grin. “You’ll be doin’ somethin’ too, Sheena. Pushin’ pencils ‘n filling out paperwork, allat.. fun stuff.” He placed his hands into his pockets.

"Oh, don't remind me!" She said, rolling her eyes.

Cliff grinned a bit. “Fine, fine. Let’s see.. I don’t have too many conversation starters. How long’ve you been comin’ down here?” He beckoned to the smokey room.

"Since I found it when I was thirteen." She said, smiling softly. "You?"

“Fourteen. Jus’ a couple years ago. Tell you what, though— people down here make a hell of a community. Like a family that don’t push your whole ‘life plan’ into ya every wakin’ moment.” Cliff pulled out a ratty cigarette box and a small box of matches. He struck up a matchstick, holding it up to the cigarette pressed to his lips.

“I’m assumin’ you don’t mind if I do this?” He shook out the flame of his match, breathing out a small puff of smoke. “Let me know if ‘m wrong.”

"Oh, no, go ahead." She said, nodding. "But you're right. It's tight knit."

Cliff exhaled through his nose. “You got that right. God, I’d fucken’ kill to get outta here.”

Sheena shrugged again. "At least we haven't been busted yet…"

((cue bust?))

“At least.” Cliff agreed, a small laugh escaping his lips.

(absolutely.)

Sheena laughed softly, about to reach for another smoke when the door was suddenly kicked in. "Shit, it's a bust!" She hissed.

Cliff’s eyes widened. “Ha-! Well, we’re goin’ to hell in a handbasket.” He mumbled, quickly grinding out his smoke. “What the fuck do we do?” He seemed oddly calm, but it could’ve just been his voice.

"Follow me." Sheena said, grabbing his wrist and running, pulling him after her.

“Yeah, alright.” Cliff allowed himself to be tugged, running after Sheena. “Uh- mind if I ask just where we’re goin’?”

"The roof. The gap to the next building over is really small, we can jump it and go out that building!" She said, running faster to the stairs.

“Ju- are you out of your everloving mind?” Cliff balked at the suggestion, but he didn’t exactly have an alternative.

"A little." She said, running into the stairwell.

“Only a little, huh? Noted.” He followed her up the stairs, glancing behind them every once in a while to make sure they weren’t being followed.

Sheena clenched her jaw as she heard someone following them. "Fuck!" She said, throwing open the door to the roof and dropping Cliff's wrist. "We're gonna have to go one at a time, okay?"

“Shit. Yeah- yeah, alrigh’.” Cliff rubbed his wrist, glancing behind himself more often now. “I assume yer the one goin’ first, huh?”

Sheena nodded, sprinting to the roof edge, leaping onto the next roof. "Come on!"