"I need to know where your boss was exactly 10 years ago, on this very day." Timothy drawled, leaning onto the railing of the top of the building.
The man gulped, inching backwards until his back hit the rail. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"Harakore."
The man flinched, looking down in an effort not to meet Timothy's eyes.
Timothy walked closer, eyes narrowing. "You were there that night. I remember."
"If you remember then why are you asking?!"
"His real name was not disclosed. I need his real name." Timothy came forward, only an inch away. "Tell me."
The man was desperate. "He'll kill me!"
Timothy laughed. A dry, humorless laugh. He pulled out a match. "I can do so much worse. Do you hear that? No, of course you can't. We're approximately 5 miles away from. . . Elise, wasn't it? Your sweetheart. I bet she likes to rest her pretty head on your lap as you tell her about your day. I don't know why she'd choose you, but there's obviously love somewhere in there, don't you think? I wonder what her pretty little head will look like, covered in burns." Timothy struck the match, watching its flame.
"Fine! FINE! His name is Lakali Suden."
"Thank you. But, sir, no one must know we were here tonight, understand? Unfortunately, some men just can't hold their tongue. . .Which is why we must take it from them."
(Also, Imma make her 22 for this rp. She mostly wears outfits like the one in the first link.)
Kelly stretched and smiled, sipping on her drink and watching TV in the living room. This is life. She sighed. There was a knock on the door. She lifted her head. "Raidon?" She muted the TV and got up. She opened the door to see a package, not her husband. "What's this?" She looked up and down the hall, but there was no one. She shrugged and carried the large box inside.
(Yo do you think I should change the name of this?)
(Lemme know if you want to change the name)
Ripping out a man's tongue hadn't been as fun as it sounds. Timothy took the long way back, leaning on his cane, walking.
He made his way inside of the building, grabbing a cloth and washing the blood off of his gloves. He sat down in a chair and laid his cane across his lap. "I'm back."
"Hey Timmy." Duke kept his eyes on Victoria.
(Yo Scarlet where are you gonna jump in?)
"Timothy." He corrected, narrowing his eyes at Duke.
"Right. Anything new out there?"
Timothy leaned back in his seat, clasping his hands together. "I was going after my own personal endeavors. Not much gang stuff."
"Ah I see." Duke nodded. "As nasty as ever I assume?"
(lol I'll give you an opening)
"Jason was on his way back from a mission last I heard. He should be here any minute…"
(You’re great Sly.)
“Hey Prince, hey Timmy.” Jason said, stepping in.
Victoria, hands still raised, took a tentative step backwards.
"No you're not escaping!" Duke lunged forward and grabbed her arm.
Victoria sighed and wrenched her arm away. “Don’t touch me, and I’ll empty my pockets,” she growled.
“Who’s that? Your new girlfriend?” Jason asked, looking at Victoria.
