forum Bag thief Roleplay

Started March 13, 2018 by @Twitchy

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No rules, just be realistic (magic is allowed). Set on earth, present day. Besides that, go for it.

Alastair Edward Reid*.
I race down the street, holding the leather bag as tight as I can, my nails almost piercing my skin. I hear footsteps behind me. Shit! I dive around a corner, pushing myself with each step down a dark alley. A tall, chained fence stands between me and freedom. Why can't anything be easy?
I leap.
Clutching onto the fence as I fling the bag over my head, pouncing upwards until something grabs my foot.
"Get off of me!"

Cool.
Character: Marco Blitz (You can call him Blitzy.)
Age: 18
Height: 6'3
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Ice wizard
Personality: Friendly, calm under pressure and curses (a lot.).

(I'll do third.)
"I'm not letting you go until you give me that bag!" Marco sneered.

"Hey! Let go!" I yell, shaking my leg, accidentally kicking the guy in the head.

"Shit, dude! That hurt!" Marco used his other hand to freeze the fence. "Can you still climb?" Marco let go of the thief.

My eyes widen as ice seeps through the chains, covering the fence. I hold on tight, but the cold quickly begins to burn my hands. I let go, falling hard on my back, hitting my head. "Owch! Ahh! Shit! For the love o' shite you son of a- ahhh!" The words spill from my mouth as I rub the back of my head, pushing myself into a sitting position. The bag hangs from my neck. "How the hell did you do that? You know what? Doesn't matter, I'm not getting into that, no questions but…Fine. Fine-fine, how about I split it with ya? Eh? Look I bet she owns a hundred bags just like this. Loads of people do now, so what's one bag? Huh?"

Marco stars at the kid, confused. "Who's 'she'?"

"I-I don't know… Whosever's bag this is I-I just grabbed it. It doesn't matter just- how about you let me go? Let me have it? I mean it doesn't matter! Forget me, this isn't your business. Just let me go." I stare at the guy, obviously thinking hard about the situation. I could run. Maybe get a few seconds before he reacts. Or he could freeze me… Shit. Shit! I leap to the entrance of the alley, instantly tripping over myself and falling again.

Marco sighs and crosses his arms. "Damn it, dude. If there's moola in that bag I want half. That's it, man. I'll leave you alone."

"The hell is a moola?" I mutter, rubbing my head again.

"Learn your terms, it's money. For God's sake. And I want half." Marco thought about just freezing the guy, but he wanted to have him shaking in fear, he enjoyed it.

(Okay, if you want to reply later you can :P)
"Ahh, yeah-yes of course. Shit dude just don't freeze me or anything…" I reach inside of the bag and find something metal and large. I fold my fingers around it… Wait. Wait what!? I pull it out and stare aat it for a moment. The alley turns silent as I hold the gun tight.

Althea sauntered past the alley, on her way home, when she spotted a ginger hunched in a corner, clutching a small silver something, a bag held loosely in his other hand.
"Excuse me? Are you lost or something?"

(Okay, gonna try and help the story along a bit, sTRAYKEYS if you wanna join, just unfreeze yourself haha)
Holding the gun, the guy's hand suddenly moves towards me, frost floating to the ground. I flatten myself to the ground, kicking his elbow. His hand is thrown on to his shoulder, freezing his body. I watch as his warm breathes steam the air. Run. I race towards the alley entrance, holding the gun tight.

The ginger was running towards her, holding… a gun. "Oh no, you don't," she muttered to herself. She sprinted into the alley and tackled the ginger to the ground, snatching the gun from his hand.