forum Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?

Started March 16, 2018 by @SabMatt

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Micah looked around at Phoebe, Victoria, and Amber nervously. He was crossing his fingers, hoping that Marco wouldn't kill anyone else. He stood up and began making his way over to Marco in case he did something stupid.

Mariko Okudaira
5'1"
16 years old
big brown eyes, blind, but has bionic eyes (You can't really tell), blue hair (dyed), cat ear headband, plaid dress with mary-jane shoes and socks that go up to her thighs, cyborg hand.
outgoing, a little weird (aren't we all? hehe) has a stutter, sings at random moments, always smiling, tends to fall in love easily.
fatal flaw: short tempered and unforgiving.

Marco whispers in her ear, "if you tell on me. I'm gonna make you sorry." He looks up to see Micah staring at him in shock. "What are you, gay? Just leave me alone."

Micah stopped in his tracks. He didn't know why he expected the weird psychopath to be friends with him. "First of all, I'm not." He said as calmly as he could. "Second, because I actually care about people. I don't want your stupid actions to put all of us in jail!" Micah gestured to Phoebe, Victoria, and Amber.

Marco frowned and took one step forward. Micah backed up. "You'll thank me one day."

Micah glared at him. "I don't think I will." He marched over to his desk in the corner, away from the one where the girls were still standing. What was he thinking, getting involved in this mess? At least he had the trust of Amber and Victoria. That was all he needed for now.

Phoebe strode over to Marco. “What the hell was that?!”, she yelled at him.

Micah looked up from his seat when he heard Phoebe's voice over everyone else's. He smiled slightly. At least someone understood how stupid and crazy this whole thing was.

"Every time you talk to me it makes me want to have a mental breakdown." Marco sits on the desk and tries to calm down. "To tell you the truth, I'm freaking scared. I lose control of my emotions and this happens."

Micah, now ashamed, looked back down at his desk. God, he felt stupid. He didn't want to make eye contact with Marco now. Of course he was scared! Why would Micah ever believe that he wasn't? He put his elbows on the desk and put his head in his hands.

Mariko rustled in her holding cell, staring at her three marks. Any day now… She looked out the window of her cell and softly sang to herself as it began to rain. "Love of mine, someday you will die, but I'll be close behind and I'll follow you into the dark, no blinding light or tunnels to gates of white, just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark….."

(Oof. Where is she?)

Mariko, or someone else?

Phoebe furrowed her brow. “I get the emotions-ou-of-control bit, but killing? Marco, that’s not right.”, she replied, torn.

(Hi again @Nerd!)
(Wait-dies Marco have a crush on Phoebe?)

Phoebe furrowed her brow. “I get the emotions-ou-of-control bit, but killing? Marco, that’s not right.”, she replied, torn.

(Hi again @Nerd!)
(Wait-dies Marco have a crush on Phoebe?)

(We keep finding each other….)