forum Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?

Started March 16, 2018 by @SabMatt

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Micah rolled his eyes at Marco. Show off. He thought.

Phoebe couldn’t help but smirk at Marco’s landing.

Marco popped up, his hand had pebbles and cuts on it. Not a good landing, he shrugged. "Yeah, so Mari, where are we going?"

To her grandpa. Weren't you listening? Micah thought. He figured a snarky comeback wasn't the best thing to say to a guy who just killed someone and escape the police multiple times. Instead he focused on the nickname Marco had just given her. Mari…it was nice.

"Mari?" Mariko squinted, "That's cute." she smiled and then headed towards a beat-down corner shop that sold cheeseburgers.

Micah ignored the pain in his legs and followed Mariko…or Mari…to a restaurant? "Are we…stopping for lunch?"

"Yeah, I was told that I'm good with nicknames. I forget who told me that." Marco chuckled. I hope it wasn't someone important.

"No." Mariko smiled and headed inside, staring at one of the workers. The worker gave her a thumbs up and smiled, "Hey you!"
"Tae-Min!" she cleared her throat, "Three years ago, pink hair."
He nodded and took her hand, "Wait!" Mariko turned around, "They're coming too."

Micah looked at the worker, then back at Mariko. "…Are we supposed to introduce ourselves or…" He looked around.

"No, c'mon." Mariko walked over and took Micah's hand, "Let's go in. Ojiisan is waiting."

"Ojii..who now?" Micah looked at Marco and Phoebe, shrugging. Are we supposed to know anything about this? He mouthed.

Marco followed Mariko without question, ignoring Micah.

Micah threw his free arm up in the air. Was he the only one that was becoming skeptic about this?! Mariko hadn't told them anything really and he needed answers before rushing in.

Mariko slipped into the door and waited for them to get in, before pulling the lever and sending them down, down, down at an alarming rate.

Micah's whole stomach dropped. He was beginning to feel sick. "Mariko…next time give a little warning."

"Will do." Mariko walked out of the elevator and soon they entered a room full of boxes and racks of clothes and wigs and tables. From the midst of the cluttered mess that still seemed somehow acceptable, was a short old man, wearing glasses. "Jiji!" Mariko ran to him and threw her arms around him, "I missed you!"

Micah awkwardly walked out of the elevator, looking around. He room was cluttered with wigs, dresses, pants, shirts…it was a lot.

"This is my grandfather," Mariko said, smiling.
"Mari, why'd you bring them?"
"They have marks, and they needed help."
His eyes narrowed, "You were never the type of girl to offer help." he walked towards Micah, slowly and using his cane, "What did you do to her?"

Micah put his hands in the air as if he was surrendering. "N-nothing…nothing. We…or rather they," He pointed to Phoebe and Marco. "need disguises."

Marco holds up his hand up in front of him and starts picking out the pebbles.

Jiji started mumbling, "Stupid…..idiots…girl….doctors..dumb government…tally marks…Mari.." Mariko tapped her foot impatiently, "Jiji! We need disguises."

Micah shook his head. He had no clue what was going on now. Well, he had never really known what was going on the whole day but now it was even worse.

Marco's hand started to bleed. "Hey, Old dude. Quit mumbling and get us disguises."

Jiji groaned and walked over to Mariko, he touched her face and then…Mariko wasn't Mariko anymore. She had curly short blonde hair and green eyes, and was a bit taller. Mariko began to speak and a new voice came out, that wasn't thick with her Japanese accent but instead, considerably American. "He works wonders, doesn't he?"