forum Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?

Started March 16, 2018 by @SabMatt

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Micah turned his head to the side so he wasn't facing Phoebe and Marco. He couldn't help but overhear their conversation.

How many hours were left? Mariko's eye displayed the time. Five hours. Five hours until death. I wonder what it feels like? Does it hurt? Or does the pain melt away?

*being

(I changed my mind, have Mariko breakout!)
"I'm not going back there." Marco put his head in his hands. "Never again."

Back where? Was there a place where you were sent to death? Micah just thought that they killed you on the spot. He felt so uninformed. All these people in his class, the ones like him, they all had a tally. They all knew what was in store for them. Some of them even used their abilities out in the open. Micah felt like a little kid around them. A scared child who didn't know anything about the dangers out there waiting for him.

Marco sighs and starts to cry.

(Oh woah! Not expecting a murder!)
Amber didn't know what to think, she didn't understand. How could Marco KILL someone!? She looked at Victoria, a mask of terror etched on her face. Some of her classmates were running out of the class, surely preparing to tell somebody. Amber watched as Marco began to cry but she din't pity him. She couldn't forgive him for what he'd done.

Phoebe hesitated, before wrapping her arms gently around Marco. “Shh, it’s okay.”, she whispered. “I understand.” She pulled away. “Just promise me that you won’t kill anyone one else unless you absolutely have to.”, she finished, voice going hard. “Even if you hate them, other people love them, and you’re ruining their lives by killing.” I should know, I speak from personal experience., she thought.

This was a disaster. Amber knew Victoria was remembering her dead brother and there was nothing she could do to help her. She felt helpless and betrayed. She didn't know how to think or what to believe. maybe if I just told the teacher about everybody and their creativity…. No. She wouldn't betray her friends. But the idea was burned into her brain like the tally on her ankle… And it wouldn't leave.

Mariko looked through the window of another cell. The man who'd occupied it was being herded out. She sighed and banged her head on the wall. So much death…

Oh no. Now Marco was crying. Too many emotions were overtaking Micah. First, there was the fear that always haunted him. Then there was the hate that came from Marco yelling at him and killing someone in front the the normal people. After that was confusion: why would Marco do that? Where did you go after three tallies? Finally, there was shame. He felt terrible knowing that he probably contributed to the terrifying thoughts filling Marco's head. Micah saw some of the normal classmates run out and he knew he had to get out of the classroom.