forum dis private yo

Started April 30, 2018 by @icecubes

tune

here u go:

You stare at your laptop, reading the e-mail from a client. They have made a request for you to murder Annie Valentino, a woman who knows naught of fidelity. You shake your head, annoyed by such petty desires, however the bounty for her murder was two million dollars. The client has explained a few important details in carrying out the murder: Annie is always home during the times 2 a.m. - 6 a.m., she lives in the town over on a street called 947 Cherry Bush St., and Annie has installed security cameras. After you finish examining the picture of Annie, you notice your client has set you up with a partner. A feeling of dread fills your chest when you realize you must work with a childhood enemy - the infamous Anubis.

wow that sucked but u get the jist of it oko okokokokok makeur charatcre hoe

shall i create an annie character yo
(there is an annie right next to me lol ill stab them later doood)

im next to susan so i also have access to annie. let me know what you want me to do :)

ah sorry this is a private rp with someone else!

aight soz what we got is a lil bith called jean ',:) u know him but imma give u a link anyway in case u wan make sure of anything

but now im sad

sorry buddy - shoulda read the title before joining

also gr8 ok guess ill start lmaooo

actually give me like a day bc i have writers block and 0 time

lmao i have 100 time and writers block:(

aw heck but i cant read

hey man this is a private rp and i can assure you there's lots of available, public, and open rps that would love your contribution and participation but my friend and i aren't gonna change this to public

yalllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll ok this is anubis

name: u know,….,/.,.,.,.,.
gender: MAIL lol rawr XD ok ill leave
appearance: fuck hold up ok blonde ass hair thats like short ish (not really) and messy,,,,,,, yaknow blue ass eyes too! and um the kids really fuckign skinny but he can totally do cool parkour shit or whatever ??? uhhhh hes like…… probably like two inches shorter than jean
age: 27 yo
what else is there
personality n shit: alright SUPER hyper like this boy has so much energy it's kinda fucknig annoying. he seems soooo unreliable and his ideas are prettu dumb BUT I ASSURE YOU they ALWAYS somehow work out???????????? its almost like a miracle but shit ANubis is smart as fuck (honestly hes basically 707 soooooooooo) he seems soft but if hes smiling he will have that murderous look in his eyes u catching my drift
other stuff: he will BEAT YOUR ASS in connect four or any strategic game ever
other other stuff: i originally had he cant fight but i lied

I laugh at the vine, but I'm also crying because it was 2 a.m. and I was wasting my life away.
There hadn't been a job for a couple months, which was strange. Out of the billions of bloodthirsty humans on Earth, not one of them wanted to hire a hitman. Well, I suppose I wasn't exactly a hitman. My role was the brains.
Suddenly, a call from an unknown number showed up on my work phone. I picked up, making my voice slightly deeper for effect.
"Let me guess… cheating wife? Who do I have to work with?"

EDITED VERSION:
The screen brightly lit my room, causing my eyes to sting a little. I'd been watching vine compilations on YouTube for some hours. Life felt a bit plain.
There hadn't been a job for a couple months, which was strange. Considering how large the dark web was and how many jobs I'd get a month on average, this was definitely a red flag. I double checked my programs to make sure nothing had been blocked or hacked. As if on cue, my computer dinged. I opened an email with a hitman request. After soaking in the information, I noticed there was a string at the end that read, "You will be working with Daniel Phillips."
I frowned. I didn't understand requesting partners, however it wasn't unusual.

I'm silent for a moment. That voice. That goddamn voice. Even now it was still annoying and filled me with such dread that I almost hung up and declined the mission. I decided against it and finally spoke.
"I suppose so. Can you handle it?" I ask condescendingly, waiting for a reaction. I kind of wonder how Anubis was going to react hearing my voice after all these years. Maybe he'll hang up and I'll take the mission on my own. Maybe he'll accept out of spite and make it the worst mission of my life. Whatever he planned to do, I planned to make it worse for him.

Edited version
I take a sip of my water as I go back to check on the job I'd accepted. I hate to admit it, but I was actually anticipating the email back to confirm that Anubis had accepted the job offer. Initially, when I saw his name, I was about to turn off my computer, shut down my wifi, and throw all my devices onto the highway. Knowing Anubis, he'd already hacked into my system. But then I remembered I had an alias online. Did Anubis know it was me? Even if he didn't, would he still hack into my systems? I decided to go through with the job because, in all honesty, I was curious how this would happen.

i'm gay and i did it for the sheer drama

I choked on my spit.
"J-Jean…?" I said, accidentally reversing back to my high pitched voice. "No… this can't be right." I open a new tab and check my email. There it was, confirmation that I was to partner up with this son of a bitch. "Oh god, it's right. Holy shit. Do you still hate me? You probably do. And yes, I can handle it. Can you? I could murder you right now if I wanted to. You should look behind you. Kidding. Maybe. Fuck."
I place my empty hand on my face and cringe. In times of panic, I rambled. It had been about 4 years since I last saw Jean. I doubt he forgave me for what I did. Did he even know the entire story? Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod.

A smirk creeps up the corners of my mouth, hearing the bastard tremble merely over the phone filled my lungs with a fiery emotion that I forced myself to hold back in my next response.
"Are you sure you can handle it, Anubis?" I add a bit of a threatening voice tinged in the last word, just to hear his voice shake. I'm having too much fun with this, and I know I am, but I'm beginning to wonder if he knows I am. His shaky voice and rambling fills me with a new kind of confidence that I never thought I'd feel again. Just the anticipation of his next response fueled me. This very moment is almost enough to make me forget exactly why I despise him so much. In fact, I'm so calm that I decide to start preparing my weapons now. I stand up slowly and walk to my closet, shoving my clothes out of the way as I opened the door. A wall of several types of guns and knives greeted me with a glint from the bed lamp. I eye the pistol, failing to resist the temptation to bring it along, as I grab the silencer along with me. After packing all of the smaller guns, I grab the sniper rifle and carefully place it into the package.

The way he said my name made me raise my eyebrow. His tone represented pure anger mixed with a strange… curiosity. I covered the speaker with my hand and let out a chuckle. Only a couple words in and he already felt entitled. Nice. I pondered over whether I should continue being scared, or show him that I was still as intimidating four years ago. No, I thought, Let him have his moment.
"Y-yes. Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I open my application and began to track his location. "So, you're in Ohio? That's fucking boring. I'll be on my way." I began to pack my things as I waited for a snarky response.

"Hurry up, I'd rather get this over with." I said, zipping up the duffel bag and hanging up the phone, tossing it onto my bed as I walk to my bathroom and prepare a shower. After the shower I get changed and check the time. It's been twenty minutes. I sigh and grab my phone and the bag as I head to the kitchen, opening up a bottle of whiskey and pouring some into a small glass of ice. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure how long Anubis is going to take, but I didn't plan on being patient with him. I hoped to keep him on his toes, but he's known to be light on his feet back then, so I wonder if he's the same way now.

"But, I thought you liked killing…" I sighed after he hung up so rudely. I'll have to tell him off for that when I see him.
Oh god, I have to see him.
Quickly, I called my highly illegal chauffeur and hopped into the car. The man began to drive fast, as I told him how urgent this mission was. In reality, the mission wasn't urgent at all. I wasn't even sure if there was a due date. There were small drinks in the door of the rather expensive car: wine, coca cola, water. Obviously, I grabbed the water.
After a good two hours, I finally arrived at Jean's coordinates. Shrugging my backpack onto my shoulder, I stepped out of the car. My hoodie draped over my hair, and there was nothing that could distinguish me from any other average man. Out of habit, I looked down and away from any possible camera spots around the apartment. Since Jean was a town over, I could still be a suspect.
I jogged up the stairs and stood in front of his door. Hesitating, I knocked the code.
Knock. Wait. Knock. Knock. Wait. Knock.

EDITED VERSION, EVERYTHING BEFORE THIS IS NOT CANON EXCEPT THE FIRST POST:
Normally I'm wary about these meets, making sure they aren't set ups. This time, however, no matter how much I tried looking into this 'Daniel Phillips,' he had nothing for me to work off of, except that he did somewhat of the same jobs I did. Whoever he was, he either was a god at erasing his trace, or he simply just ceased to exist technologically. Nonetheless this job had a huge paycheck. I couldn't pass that up.
My stupid ass decided to take the chance and meet with the suspicious killer. I hoped that he would cooperate in the least. And not kill me right off the bat, claiming all the money. It really frustrated me that I couldn't find any useless information on him.
I climbed up the steps of the apartment building, rereading the address on my phone a couple times to reassure I wouldn't knock on some random door. 532N… I turned the corner and discovered the number etched onto the wall. I pulled off my hood and knocked on the door.
I expected some short bald guy, some psychotic man with twitching bloodshot eyes and wrinkles filling his features. Or a man with brown hair and extremely asymmetrical features. Or even a girl hiding behind a male identity, with short hair but a clearly feminine face. I expected everything except this.
The door swung open and I was met with a specific shade of blue. I looked up and there he was, with a condescending smile and long black hair pulled back into a bun. "Anubis! Nice to finally see your face after all this time! C'mon in, man, I got some drinks for us," he said rather cheerfully as he grabbed my shoulder and led me in, causing me to stumble a bit.
I pulled away in shock. "J-Jean?" My eyes flickered over his familiar features as if trying to decide if this was real or not.
"Yeah?"
My voice quivered. I tried to spit out the words lodged in my throat.
"I thought you were dead."
Jean's expression darkened, realizing how confused and lost I felt. Jean was here, alive. I didn't burn him to death. He escaped All these years he had been out and about, living. And here he is, killing people. It was my fault. But he's alive.
Subconsciously I wrapped my arms around him, gripping the back of his shirt as the long overdue emotions bubbled over. Jean was apprehensive at first, but gradually returned the embrace. My mind told me he was a ghost, and I was just imagining this. That I was just in my own place, with nobody. But, the stupid smell of his cigarettes and his stupid shirt and this unknown place told me otherwise. and now i am gay, thank you everyobody

He knocks his famous pattern that he always insisted on keeping as a code, despite everyone knowing about it. I sigh heavily as I abandon my drink and saunter to the door, hesitating to open the door because maybe I shouldn't take this job, maybe it's not worth it. My fingers wrap around the knob as I slowly turn it, opening the door. His face enters my vision as I smile deviously.
"Anubis! Nice to finally see your face after all this time! C'mon in, man, I got some drinks for us." I put my hand on his shoulder and nudge him into the house, down the hall and into the kitchen, taking out a second glass.
"Any preferences? Do you want ice?" I ask him, as I pour another cup of whiskey into my own cup, taking a sip.

Edited Version
He thought I was dead? I think to myself as Anubis pushes himself into me and wrapping his arms around me. For a moment I sort of sat there in the hug, in a bit of shock, suddenly realizing that he went all these years thinking I was dead. Did he never think to check up on me? I guess I can't criticize him, I'm guilty of the same thing. I let out a sigh and return the hug, closing my eyes and, somehow, letting out a subtle smile. Even though I hate him, I still tolerated his presence more than anyone. We have a lot to catch up on.

Jean strangely welcomes me into his house. I stumble inside, not even slightly prepared.
"Who the fuck do you think I am? You probably poisoned the drink and the ice," I squinted my eyes at him, finally taking in his looks. I didn't even recognize him. His hair had grown out, and it was placed in a messy bun. He wore a fitted sweater thing with black jeans (heh… jeans). Anxiety that I had never felt before began to well up inside my chest. He knows what I did back then, yet he's already trying to pull a prank on me. Or something. Perhaps it was his way of coping with seeing my face again. I was surprised he even opened the door.

EDITED:
We let go. My hands were still shaking, and my heart was filled with guilt and surprise. Jean knew I was the one coming here, and yet he still willingly let me in.
He didn't tell the police about me either.
"Alright, let's go over the plan," Jean exhaled and poured me a glass of whiskey. I sipped at the ever-familiar taste and let the liquid calm my nerves down.
"So, Annie Valentino, home late in the morning, 2-6 a.m., lives on Cherry Bush Street. She's rather pretty, too, no wonder she cheated."

ur mom gay

My smile fades into a disappointed scowl.
"That's not what I asked, Anubis. Guess you're getting whiskey." I said, pouring a glass and sliding it to him across the kitchen island.
"Anyway let's talk business. It's two million for Annie. I say we split it even regardless of how much more work I put in compared to you. Call it my little gift to you, no need to repay me, another gift, you know how I am with debt. Just don't get in my way, I'll keep it clean, drop the body and dump the body, no questions asked, is it a deal?" At this point I'm leaning on the table with my elbows, facing, and almost towering, Anubis.
its the beginning of a gay por-
I mean I glare at Anubis and await a response, knowing he's not going to like the idea of not being able to do anything.

Edited Version
As we back out of the hug, I open the cabinet and pour two glasses of whiskey. Immediately, I take a gulp of the cup before Anubis even begins talking.
"So, Annie Valentino, home late in the morning, 2-6 a.m., lives on Cherry Bush Street. She's rather pretty, too, no wonder she cheated."
I scoff at Anubis, wondering if I've ever heard him compliment someone's appearance before.
"It's two million for her, I was thinking we'd split it in half, but I personally think I'd do more work than you, so how about we split it two thirds in my favor."
I avoid ending in a questioning tone in hopes to communicate to Anubis that I'm not asking. I lean forward with my elbows on the table.

I smirk at the whiskey. We always had the same favorite brand.
"Anyway let's talk business. It's two million for Annie. I say we split it even regardless of how much more work I put in compared to you. Call it my little gift to you, no need to repay me, another gift, you know how I am with debt. Just don't get in my way, I'll keep it clean, drop the body and dump the body, no questions asked, is it a deal?" Jean says, but I stop listening the second he started becoming entitled. I laugh hysterically, down the whiskey, then proceed to dramatically slam the glass onto the island.
"You knew I would refuse the deal, so I'm wondering why you bothered trying. Let's go into a cliche backstory, like the movies. I do this job, because goddamn, it is so enjoyable to watch people die by my tricks. Money is simply a bonus to me. So, listen, we're going to have fun with this murder, okay?" I pause to shoot a demented smile at Jean. Unfortunately, I might have gone too far, as usual. "More fun than your family's murder, so don't worry about gifting me."

edited:
I scoffed, not in the least bit surprised by Jean's reply. It made me smile. I missed his arrogance.
"It's two million for her, I was thinking we'd split it in half, but I personally think I'd do more work than you, so how about we split it two thirds in my favor," he had said.
I raised an eyebrow, pouring more whiskey into my glass. We always had the same favorite brand. "Do more work than me," I echoed, shaking my head. "Yeah, right. We're splitting it half. No exceptions." I flinched, as a thought crossed my mind, what happens after this?