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(yeah, actually.)
This is weird. I'll see if I can find her. Evan stands up.
(yeah, actually.)
This is weird. I'll see if I can find her. Evan stands up.
(ok so, sorry this may be kinda long. In my original story, she's a waitress. Her parents are, unbeknownst to her, involved with a local crime ring, running stuff for them and borrowing money. Her parents are killed in a car crash, and she unknowingly inherits their debts. Along the way, she has to borrow more money and do stuff for the gang to pay for school and food and the bills. Her younger sisters know none of this, but the gang threatened them if she didn't keep up the work. In this rp, she's still really in debt, so it's not going to hot for her. Any questions?)
(oof)
(yup)
(To clarify, "doing stuff" means like black market runs, which is still really bad but not, like, ya know)
(honestly, all of this took a darker turn than I meant for it to, so I can go back and change stuff if you're more comfortable with that.)
(ya)
(wait no don't)
(??)
(don't change the stuff)
(okie)
(soo…….go)
Oh, Evan, I really hope you stay safe… As soon as I figure this out, I'll find you…
Evan saw Krystal turning a corner. Gulping, he ran up to her, hiding his face. "Hi, Krystal. I need to tell you something.
Krystal startled at his sudden appearance. "Evan?! What is it?" she asked, glancing around furtively.
"I…I'm going to sound weird but I heard your voice in my head." He takes a deep breath. "I think it has something to do with the tattoos. Where's yours?"
Blinking, Krystal's hand immediately went to her left hip. "What do you mean, you hear my voice? Like you're reading my mind?" she asked, suspiciously.
"Yeah. But when I try to think to you, I don't get a response."
(you said Kendall)
(lol whoops wrong character)
Holding her hand to her tattoo, Krystal searches Evan's face for any sign of a lie. "So you're thinking that if you touch my tattoo, I'll be able to read your mind?" she asks doubtfully.
"Yeah. Exactly." Evan shifted his weight nervously.
"Well," Krystal hesitated, glancing around. "I guess you can, but not here. I wouldn't be able to pull my shirt up anyway." She bit her lip. "If you've really heard my thoughts, you should have a general idea why I can't be around you."
“I heard it, but I don’t understand, and…” He looks down. “I’m scared, Krystal.”
Krystal's eyes softened slightly. "I know," she said softly. "And I'm sorry you're in this position. I had hoped I wouldn't find you until my problems were solved, but it didn't work out that way." She glanced around. "I don't know if you'll be able to touch my tattoo, I've probably spent too much time around you as is."
“Okay, I mean, yeah, okay,” He stutters with shaky breaths. “I…I should go, now.”
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