forum Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?

Started March 16, 2018 by @SabMatt

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Phoebe's thoughts were reeling, her heart pounding in time with her aching head. He's done with you, Phoebe, get over it! But she couldn't.

(LIAR!)

Miles was sitting in a bar, drawing in public, when a resounding crash came from behind him.

Phoebe's thoughts were reeling, her heart pounding in time with her aching head. He's done with you, Phoebe, get over it! But she couldn't.

(LIAR!)

Sorry! :P

(>:P

your turn :P)

"Put your hands up and drop the pencil!" a soldier said. Miles replied, "Hey, sir, I mean no trouble."

Marco walked out of the restaurant with a focused expression on his face. He saw a woman talking to a salesman. He approached her and quickly took her wallet out of her purse. Marco opened it. Jesus. Five hundred dollars! Marco smiled and shoved the wallet into his back pocket.

Phoebe gritted her teeth, shaking herself out of her stupor and walking unsteadily back to Mariko and Ellis. She didn't know where 'Ashton' was, but she hoped Amber and Victoria were safe.

The resteraunt Marco walked into was the place where Miles was now being pinned to the wall.

"Surrender, or die." the soldier said. "Bite me." said Miles. He grabbed his scetchbook and kicked the man down.

Miles bumped into Marco, falling down on his face. the soldier grabbed Miles and knocked him out.

Marco frowned and froze the soldier. He picked up the unconscious kid and ran off.

BYE!)

Phoebe had almost reached Mari and Ellis when she saw Marco sprint out of the restaraunt, holding a guy.

The girl's body collapsed to the floor, blood spilling out on the floor. Micah dropped the gun, which let out another bullet that went into the girl's let. He fell to the floor, his head in his hands and tears streaming down his face. He couldn't even let out a noise. No..I'm not this kind of person…I'm…I'm a good person…I swear… Micah's whole body was shaking when he was brought back to the original room. The high-pitched noise had disappeared, leaving him with just his guilty thoughts.

Miles was half awake. He felt arms carrying him and thought "This is fine." He felt safe and calm.