forum RP?

Started February 16, 2018 by THE CREATOR

tune

"Come on, then. I don't have all day. I actually have a regular job." Brendon jogged off down the sidewalk and clambered into a Toyota pickup. "And to be honest, I'm surprised you let people tell you what to believe like that. If I told you I was a sarcastic, pushy, and overly talkative asshole, would you believe me? Or would you actually try to get to know me better?"

The blonde settled into the vehicle and scanned over the guy. "It's not like that. I don't believe it. Anyone can be a monster. Call me an assassin, if you want. I'm a neutral commissioned party. But I have my very specific reasons." he shrugged. "I'm sitting here right now man." Gagan gruffed, "You could be a sarcastic, pushy, and overly talkative asshole, and a whole lot of other things." He cracked a smile.

"Hm." Than said. The cop wasn't anywhere in sight. Maybe she was investigating, he hopped on his Harley, and drove off.

(It's cool, I really need to go to bed soon. XC0

(lol okay, it's only 6:30 here :P)
"Hmm… I'd rather call you by an actual name. I'm sure there's more to you than even you know." Brendon winked at the dude and turned the truck's ignition, pulling out into the road and scratching at his stubble. "You could be a whole lot of other things too, and you wouldn't know because you never bothered to look. I could see myself as how most see me, or I can see me as… Well, me. That's the difference between us, is that quite frankly I just don't care about labels. I'm enough for myself and that's it."

"My name is Gagan," (Gahgen)he watched some cars as they passed by, "But I used to be a scared little kid, I'm a completely different person than I used to be." There was a twinge in his voice. "I know what I am, and I'm not proud of it. But I don't have a choice. I need-" He sighed.

Brendon smirked at the sound of Gagan's stomach. "What you need is some food. Come on we're here." He stepped out of the truck and made his way inside, not bothering to check and see if Gagan was following. "And, Gagan, you always have a choice. Never forget that."

Not when the only psychologist in the world that will treat him is there He patted and shushed his stomach, following behind the guy. "So what's your name, then?"

"Brendon. Brendon Urie Caldwell. What do you want, a handshake?" Brendon rolled his eyes. "Can you grab me a Smartwater from that cooler?"

"I don't care, just tired of calling you dude or man." He reached into the cooler and tossed the water bottle to him.

Brendon grabbed it with his left hand and approached the girl at the counter. "Hey there. I'd like a BLT with oven baked chips, what about you Gagan?"

Sierra felt guilty for disappearing like that, but she couldn't do anything about it. She was running down the halls of the station, trying to see if someone, anyone had survived. But no one had. Not even the criminals who were going to jail. Everyone. Dead. I should have never left. Sierra dropped to her knees and sobbed.

"What's that for?" Than said, walking back in the door, with a to-go box of Chinese food! He'd already eaten, but, so what!

"Roast beef and cheddar, with salsa sunchips," he nodded, thanking Brendon. (Ugh, sorry to dip out but I gotta)

"Alright, what he said. Here's a $20, keep the change." Brendon took the sandwiches and tossed Gagan his before turning and walking for the door. "I'm going back to work. You can always stop by where you found me, but hey, it's your choice." He shrugged his shoulders and smirked, taking a sip of his water, and left the building, walking down the road and abandoning the truck where it had been parked. It wasn't his, anyway, so why should he care about it?