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"I like that about you. How old are you, by the way?" Alisha asked Virgil.
"I like that about you. How old are you, by the way?" Alisha asked Virgil.
Virgil's sightless eyes stared at them from behind his mask. "I might need supplies, plus, for fun." Virgil said, crossing his arms before patting Lyly's head. "Go play with Quinny, okay?"
“Fiiine,” she groaned, stomping off like an uncoordinated elephant.
"I like that about you. How old are you, by the way?" Alisha asked Virgil.
"You don't need that information." Virgil said, Teddy was watching all of this while texting someone.
"Okay… then." Alisha coughed and leaned back on the island. She gave Cress a knowing look, the this kid is annoying but I'm humored by it, look.
Virgil is 24, btw. Teddy is 28. Quinn is 19.
Cress rolled his eyes back at her.
Teddy laughed. "He's twenty-four." He explained, puttting away his phone and going to pat his taller but younger brother on the head.
Cress didn’t look amused, Hes a year older than I am…
(I was thinking they were kids. Like 12-17 years old. Whoops.)
"Two years younger than me. I'm glad. I've gotten quickly tired of being the young one around here," Alisha smiled.
(I was thinking they were kids. Like 12-17 years old. Whoops.)
(Nah, they just look really young. They all have very small frames.)
(Gotcha.)
Virgil gave an emotionless laugh. "Yeah, but I'm still old enough to be a mass murderer."
“Hmpf…” Cress sighed and took another sip of his drink.
Alexis stayed silent while everyone was talking while recording everything they said on her phone. She liked Teddy, Virgil, and Quinn and they were right, they might fight in the future so keeping information like this was vital. It let her know her opponent.
(Are you guys ready to do the memory thing?)
(sure)
(Yeah, someone want to be clumsy and knock my conveniently placed anesthesia vial into my vodka?)
(I'll start)
Beckett woke up somewhat refreshed and ready for the day. His wife was still sleeping and so were the kids so he slipped out of bed quietly to get clean and dressed. When he was done he placed the vial on the kitchen counter to get ready to make fake breakfast for his enemies and his family. He made ten pancakes, six for his family and four poisoned ones. He took out a similar vial which contained a special ingredient to the pancakes that made them taste good. It looked exactly the same as anesthesia which was where he messed up. He poured the wrong liquid in the wrong batch but he didn't notice.
(Is this dead? I actually loved this RP)
(I guess but I could revive it)
(Let's do it. Hopefully more people respond)
I'd be up for it.//
(If one more person also agrees I'll start it again)
YEET.
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