@gracehustle
(I'm here)
(I'm here)
(oh hewwo)
(Hai)
((hewwo fwiends how awe youw
(i is good. you?)
((livin the dream
Tempest sat down and unzipped her backpack. She pulled out a sharpie and walked over to the wall of the building.
Jordan was so confused but didnt move
Tempest scrawled on the wall, "Fuck Justice. T. J." She turned around and winked at Jordan. "An artist always signs their work. And today, I am an escape artist." She sat back down.
"Wow." He claps slowly and sarcastically.
She just stuck out here tongue and sat back down, capping the sharpie and putting it away. "They better be back soon, or we're gonna be caught."
Jordan nods with an exasperated sigh, "I never liked this stealing and killing thing…"
"I don't like killing much either. But, sometimes things are necessary. I never meant to kill anyone, but here we are." Tempest looked around and began to absentmindedly rip up grass.
Jordan sighs, sitting down and hissing with pain as he stretches put his messed up leg.
"Hold on, back up a bit." Isaac said randomly, turning to face Tempest. "You killed someone? Don't just gloss over that."
“Well, considering the fact that Esme killed someone back there, I would think you would be less surprised,” Arme said nonchalantly, glancing up at Issac before going back to picking dirt from underneath her fingernails.
"Yeah, but Esme is Esme. You seem less…..murdery." Isaac responded, leaning back against the wall.
((thats the best description of my child i've ever heard thank you
(hello. i have returned)
Tempest sighed. "It, well, I didn't mean it to go so far." She began busying herself with digging through her backpack.
"That doesn't really make it better, but okay." Isaac said, shrugging.
Tempest raised her eyebrows. "I never said it made it better. I just said it was partially an accident."
She looked up. "Are you sure they can't see us?"
“Yep,” Arme glanced at the building where they previously escaped, then back down at her watch. 2:34 am. “Those two better hurry up with the car if we’re gonna get out of here in time.”
Jordan watched silently. He sighs and looks down at his hidden, twisted leg.
Tempest turned to him. "You okay?" she asked.
"Hm? What?" He looks up quickly, cracking his neck and curses, "Shit… Ow… No. I'm not fine."
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