forum Thief Roleplay, Anyone?

Started March 17, 2018 by @Lenered

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"I don't have a place." Dove sighed, "Maybe Roman can kidnap you too."

Yeon listened in then snatched the phone from Laima. “Dove, sweetheart. I have a place that I would gladly let the two of you stay in.”

"Oh, darn I have this thing on loudspeaker." Dove smiled at Roman, who'd just entered the room.
"Sweetheart?"
Dove smiled, "Thanks Yeon."
Roman snatched the phone away, "Who is this?"

Yeon laughed loudly before cutting off, suddenly sounding threatening. “Someone you don’t want to screw around with, hermano. Now, what’s this about you kidnapping an associate of mine?”

"That's funny, Yeon. I'll have you know that Dove is not your sweetheart." Roman hung up and glared at Dove.

“¿Quién diablos es este bastardo?” Yeon exclaimed, handing the phone back to Laima. He cleared his throat, having to remind himself that she doesn’t speak Spanish. “Who is this guy?”

"I know as much as you do," Laima shrugged. "But I do have powders to track certain people's movements. For example, Dove."
She grinned. "So let's go back to the ball and then get moving."

Yeon grinned and nodded. “Yeah, okay. We can take my car.” He motioned toward the black BMW.

"ooooh!" Laima said. "Traveling would be so much easier if I had one of those…"

“Why don’t you sell all of your pretty little stolen goods and buy one?” Yeon asked, leading her to the car.

"mmm, it's not quite enough. I suppose I could if I really tried…" Laima said, a smile taking over her face. "Man, that would be so satisfying…"
Laima paused, rubbing her potion pouch.
"Hey, thank you for helping me, though."

“Yeah not a problem. Hop in the passenger side,” Yeon said, getting into the drivers seat.

Laima climbed in. She smiled at the support of the seat. As they drove towards where she had joined up with Dove and Yeon, she pulled out the thin tube that she always wrapped around her waist. It was full of a powder she could use to track people. She shook it, estimating how much powder was left.

Yeon slowed to a stop in front of the building and parked. “So, how does this spell thing work?”

Laima looked over at him. "I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," she joked.

“Well, you can try,” Yeon retorted, chuckling.

Laima laughed in return, popping off her tube's cap. She walked over to where Dove and herself were standing the night before, sprinkling a little powder on the ground. The ground seemed to burn before turning and staying a charcoal color. Laima continued this, sprinkling a pinch on the ground. If the ground didn't change color, Laima would change direction and sprinkle until it did, continuing the path that way.

(@NERD what does Roman's house/apartment/mansion look like so that I can describe the place where Laima and Yeon ended up?)

its huge and ornate and looks like this:
https://www.google.com/search?q=mansion&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjlv4O_o4baAhUK4WMKHYcPC98Q_AUICigB#imgdii=OPZoeO4u0zJskM:&imgrc=iFlaCVS-2M5fIM:

After all this tireless walking away from the center of town and towards the rich sector, Laima was both glad and shocked as the train led to the inside of the gate of an ornate, modern house. She gaped at it, turning to Yeon.
"Looks like this is where Dove's employer lives," she said. She put away her powder, pulling out a steel bottle instead, covered with a rubber covering stolen from some mass-produced sports water bottle.
"Stand back," she ordered, opening the cap and letting its contents leak over the lock on the gate. When it didn't open when she did, she poured it over the other security devices as well and thrust the gate open.
"Now," she said, gasping, "we need to get her the heck out of there."

Dove stared at the wall. "ROMAN! You can bring me out now!"

Yeon nodded and took out a gun from his waistband. “Let’s get this done then. I’m sure he knew we would be coming, so we can just waltz right through the front.”

"Okay. That sounds good." Laima said, shrugging. She followed Yeon as he walked towards the door.

Yeon went right up to the front door, and finding that it was locked, he slammed his foot into the door and it crashed off its hinges. “Alright, gilipollas!” He called.

Laima shouted, "We're here!"