forum Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?

Started March 16, 2018 by @SabMatt

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When Phoebe stepped back, Marco hops off the desk and stops. There are heavy footsteps in the hall, they keep getting louder. "Well, I guess I'm done here." Marco shuttered as five officers run in the classroom led by Lindsy.

Phoebe swore under her breath. Acting on instinct, she picked up a chair and threw it at the window, tying her waist-length hair back as the glass shattered, creating an exit.

Marco flashed a smile to Phoebe and dove out the window, he kept running knowing that soon enough they would be right behind him. Marco dared to look back and he saw Phoebe running behind him.

Phoebe ran as fast as she could, waving for some others to follow. Her gray school blazer caught on a fence, so she just shrugged it off and kept sprinting as fast as humanly possible.

Marco ran into the city and backed into a dark alley, he prayed that Phoebe noticed.

Phoebe saw Marco duck into an alley, but she didn’t want to lead the officers straight to him. Instead, she swung herself up on a drain pipe and climbed up as high as she could, jumping into the roof of a two story building and ducking down so they couldn’t see her. From there, she gripped another drainpipe leading down to Marco’s alley and slid down quickly.

Marco sank down onto the wet concrete. Oh, my God, I was almost caught today. Do better! Marco scolded himself. He looked around the alley and found Phoebe sliding down a drainpipe. She's cooler than I thought Marco smirked.

Phoebe jumped to the ground, her hair flying into her face. She caught Marco’s smirk. “What?”

"Nothin." Marco peeked around the corner. No officers in sight. He let out a long sigh of relief. "I was just thankful that you led them away from me."

Phoebe shrugged. “No problem.” She eyes her long, tangled hair. “What now? Do we just keep running?”

"Yeah, you're to close to having your third tally. And I'm not going to let them touch you." Marco faced the brick wall in front of him. "You have any family?"

Phoebe swallowed a lump of gratitude. “Yeah. I live with my older cousin, since he was the only one who wanted me after my mom died. My dad left before I was born. I was an accident.”, She shrugged. “And I’ve got a puppy back at home.”, she added, smiling at the memory of her hyper Jack Russel-Terrier mix. Digging a pair of scissors out of the garbage can, she gathered her matted hair in her fist, and with one chop severed three feet of it, leaving it shoulder length.

Marco frowned, she has people who care for her, lucky. "Well, if we're gonna run, you have to leave them all behind." Marco rolled up his sleeves, it was the middle of spring. "And by the way, that haircut screams, 'I'm a runaway.' "

The keys. They were still by the door. Mariko reached out, her breath strained, and her mind buzzing. I can get out. She grabbed the keys after two minutes of strain, using her cyborg hand to reach out.

Phoebe shrugged. “Better than letting it get caught in everything. It slows me down, and I learned my lesson in the dangers of long hair a few years ago.” She trimmed the ends a bit until it was neat and orderly, finger brushing the brown locks until she looked like a relatively convincing school girl. “And we need new clothes. These school uniforms will get us caught in minutes.” Her cousin would understand. He would rather having her run away than caught and killed.