forum Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?

Started March 16, 2018 by @SabMatt

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(You know what good idea:

Phoebe’s mother was from the Philippines and her father is Greek. He left when she was born, since she was an accident, but she still technically has his last name. We mother died when she was 14 in a mass shooting when she covered Phoebe with her own body to protect her, and Phoebe has lived with her maternal cousin [almost 40 y/o] ever since. She also has a Jack Russel-Terrier mix puppy named Bono, who is brown and white.)

(Btw remember vex hasn't met amber or Victoria sooooo… if need be Victoria is there if anyone sees anything there)

Why doesn’t Victoria find Vex half dead while looking for the rest with amber?)

Micah was sitting in his room, playing with the metal ball and trying to get it to turn into a cube. There was a knock on his door and he stuffed the ball into his pocket right as Maggi came in. She angrily marched over to him and slapped him across the face. "How could you not tell me?" There were tears in the corner of her eyes as she screamed at him. "Woah…what am I not telling you?" Micah put his hands up like he was surrendering. She pulled out a wind up mouse from her pocket. Uh oh. "I found this hidden in the living room along with a bunch of tools. I know it's mom's and it's not mine…how could you not tell me?" Maggi sat down next to him, sighing. "Maggi…" He started. "I…well…I thought you would turn me in…." She sighed, looking him in the eyes. "Then you're right. I am." Micah stood up quickly. "No! No no Maggi please! I…I…." A tear fell down her face. "I-"

Nooo!!!)

(This is a flashback, not part of the plot:)

Phoebe’s breath caught as she curled up in a ball underneath her bed, clutching a tiny puppy to her chest and fervently praying he wouldn’t whimper as she clenched her fists, shaking in fear. She squeezed her eyes shut as heavy footsteps clomped towards her, the rotting floor boards creaking sinisterly under them. The man stopped right in front of her bed. Tears were beginning to form in Phoebe’s blue eyes as she prayed desperately that he wouldn’t find her. Grimy fingers lifted up the edge of her bedsheets and a hand reached towards her, groping blindly while she frantically squirmed to avoid it. The hand touched her foot briefly, recoiling as she frantically scooter upwards away from it, straight into a corner. She was trapped. The man’s head appeared under the bed, and he slid in with her.

(…yeah disgusted)

That is understandable, considering what happened next. (Which I am NOT going to write)

(now I'm even more glad that Marco chose Phoebe)

How come?

Hello?)

(hi sorry I lost connection it's just because Phoebe had a really sad past she deserves love)

Yeah 😔 (thaf’s Not the worst if it though)

More backstory?)

More backstory?)

(huh?)

The child died at birth. She had felt his life force ebb away as she’d clutched him to her chest and cried, delirious from pain, bleeding all over the clean bedsheets. Here was a girl who watched her whole world turn red. Here was a 15 year old girl who’d screamed in pain as her baby came into the world, screamed in pain as he left it. Who'd seen Death itself, reaching its cold dark fingers towards her bloodstained lips. Who had barely survived.