forum Bag thief Roleplay

Started March 13, 2018 by @Twitchy

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Althea points left. "End of the hallway, very last room on your right. VERY last room. on your RIGHT."

"Okay. Don't worry, we'll be quiet." I quickly walk down the hallway, following her instructions, walking into the dark office.

"God, lady. I ain't deaf." Marco starts to walk down the hall.

I look back through the office door, making sure he's following.

Marco enters the office and locks the door behind him. "Are you sure you're gonna be quiet when you're in a room with me?"

Althea rolls her eyes and rubs her stomach, hoping Marco's hit didn't do any damage. She sits down and sighs, arms crossed across her front.

"I feel like that sounded way more sexual than you intended." I look around the room and take a seat on the floor, staring at one of the large bookshelves.

"Nope. I meant it like that and because you're terrified of my powers." Marco smirks in the dark.

"Ahh I'm scared of everybody," I say stretching my arms, "You're just the same, only I feel saner to be scared of you. Kinda comforting."

"Guys, I can hear you," Althea calls, voice rough.

"Fuck you, " Marco calls back. "I'll shut the fuck up when your mama enters the apartment."

"That's good, hey if I die, do I still get compensation? Would be nice to get money out of this somehow." I joke, only messing around.

The door burst open and Loren waltzed in. "Hi, honey! How are you feeling?" she asked, wrapping her arms around her daughter.
"Hey, Ma," comes Althea's sweater-muffled voice.

Marco gets bored and creates an icey cat statue.

I cover my mouth to catch my breaths. Silent. Gotta stay quiet. Especially with my description on the news.

Marco realizes that Alastair didn't notice his cat statue so he made a dog one instead.

Alastair shoots Marco a death stare in the dark, but keeps silent.

"Did you hear 'bout that ginger Irish kid going around swipin' bags? They're putting Chris on the case, I'm still working on last weeks murder."
"Any new leads?"
"Not so far… anyway, enough about me. How's your stomach?"
Althea blushes and searches for a way to veer the conversation away.

Marco shrugs and destroys his doggy statue. The ice exploded with a tink.

I tighten my grasp around my mouth. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. Stomach? Oh shit he did hurt her. I stare at him, anger boiling slightly.

Marco creates a dagger and hides it in his hoodie pocket.