forum Teenagers in Italy Roleplay (closed for joining)

Started March 27, 2018 by @ConstanceAtticus

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I sit in a chair as kind lady dyes my hair a fiery shade of red. Fear sets me on edge, making my heart hammer and my breathing heavy. It'll be over soon.., I tell myself.

After about an hour, I have red ringlets, and have put on the blue contact lenses I stole a week ago. I look just like a tourist, which is perfect. I turn to leave, accidentally bumping into another girl.

(Autocorrect is going to be the death of this generation)

It already is

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."

Addison ran into the salon. Not for a haircut, but for something else. She promptly ran into two other girls.

"Oh my gosh! What a mess!" I laugh, my purse has fallen and coins are everywhere. But before I can get to it, one of the other girls picks it up. Upside down. My handgun falls out and clatters on to the pavement, and my heart starts racing. Shit. Shit.

I step backwards in surprise, doing my best not to panic. The first girl I bumped into looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Addison handed the other girl back the gun. "I'm guessing you have this for a reason."

My eyes widen at the sight of the gun, and my hand instinctively goes to my purse, where my own is hidden.

I grab my gun off the pavement and put it back in my purse, not even touching the scattered coins. My eyes are wide, but I'm trying to wipe the surprised expression of my face and keep my cool. "Uh, self defence. and all that." One of the girls looks so familair that now it's pulling at my gut. My instincts are telling me to run.

Addison nodded. "Umm…….I carry one too."

I breath a sigh of relief. I could pass this one off as normal and get the hell out of here before they started asking questions.

Addison turned to go into the salon. "Well, I guess I'll be going."

I still felt like I owed an explanation. Something to keep them from leaving this incident as something to remember. "Wait! I'm Cheyenne. Cheyenne Denali." I catch the girl's wrist, giving her a fake name. "I'm sorry to scare you like that."

Addison turned to the other girl who said her name was Cheyenne. She didn't buy it but understood. So she followed along. "Ruby. Ruby Reagan."

"And you didn't scare me."

I shake both their hands, and then cast a warm smile. "I just got bussed in from Rome, working the night shift as a waitress. I'd be happy to know some people here, just in case. Who are you too?"
There was a reason for this. I wanted the familiar girl's name. It was pulling too hard at my gut that I knew her, and if she told me her name either I could place it or I couldn't. On the off chance that she lied, I knew I'd have something to either be worried about or relieved with.

"It's nice to meet you Ruby."

"You too……….Cheyenne." Addison answered.

I smile, and then continue on my way down the street. Down one way lanes and cobblestones, I find my way into the outskirts of the city, where it's less crowded and less english-speaking. I was worried about that Ruby girl, and her friend who'd caught me outside the salon. I had a feeling that I knew the other girl from Verona, and that I had something to worry about here.

I shoot a glance at Ruby. “Hi. I’m Samantha.”

"Ahm……………………………my name's not actually Ruby. And I know that you name is not Samantha. You running from your family too????"

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, scrunching my brow and lying convincingly. “What?” I fake a British accent. “Mate, I’m a tourist.” I take a step back, pretending to be wary. “What do you mean, that’s not your real name? Running from someone? Are you out of your mind?!”

Addison sighed. "Suit yourself. Your accent's off by the way." Then she walked into the salon.