forum RP?

Started February 16, 2018 by THE CREATOR

tune

Brendon watched from the shadows as Gagan brought the truck back and switched vehicles, secretly knowing what he had to do but willing himself to not act upon his orders. He's not a monster, he's actually pretty cool.

Gagan traveled an amount of NYC blocks, waiting in traffic and swerving through traffic before pulling into a parking lot to a company that no longer was in business. He parked there, grabbing another cig and lighting it before stepping out and closing the car door, twice, then leaning against it as the cherry burned red. A woman walked to her Envoy and opened the trunk, placing a couple bags into it before closing it and turning around to face him. "Did you have trouble finding the ingredients I sent you for?"
"Don't even bother talking in code, Weiss, what the Hell did you send me into back there??" He puffed hard on the cigarette, trying to keep himself calm.

( @"Oakie Dokie"

(oh lol)
Brendon sneaked quietly past the two and crawled under Gagan's car, clinging onto the framework of the car.

Gagan dragged the man from his car and hauled him into the woman's, while she babbled, "What do you mean? We found the most recent location of Batmetal and sent you there.. Did you meet some.. Unwelcome visitors?" She talked, cutesy and innocent-like. "I expect a whole clean of my car." He slammed the trunk of her Envoy before he trudged back to his car, "I didn't want to be part of this shit, why don't you ask me to leave instead of planning my demise?" He huffed before getting in with another slam. The woman was seen in his rear-view mirror, fake pouting with a hand on her hip.

(Pfft, whatever X3)
Gagan revved the engine before taking off, screeching his tires into the parking lot's pavement before returning home. He was done with the day, with being used by 'officials' in their games. The society as a whole was trying for a good purpose; but some members just wanted to put him through hell. He arrived home, flipped the key and pulled it out of the ignition before walking out and up the steps of his small two-bedroom home.

Hmm, his home… Brendon thought, watching as Gagan trotted up to the front door. Nice info… (Brendon is a spy for a rival company but he actually thinks Gagan is pretty chill so may not report back)