forum OH MY GOSH IS THAT A ROLEPLAY I THINK I JUST SAW A ROLEPLAY!!!! (Private RP with @ScarletAndHerSides) [CLOSED]

Started April 17, 2018 by Deleted user

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“Because if he continues, the Faes or whatever ar probably going to be pissed and beat him up themselves.”

"Oh good plan!" Tyson laughed.
Roger had had it. "LISTEN PAL! YOU BETTER SHUT IT OR I'LL SMASH YOUR FACE IN!"
Dexter fell silent, mumbling things to himself.

Lucille snickered.

Tyson laid back on the bench. "Did you get your butt handed to you Checkers?"
Silence from the other cell.

“He must be embarrassed.”

"Probably."
(TIME JUMP)
It had been several hours. Roger had dozed off in a chair and Dexter was still pacing like a madman.
Tyson's legs hurt more than ever. He was having a hard time keeping it cool.

Lucille played with the pebble on the floor.

(Wow that's innocent)
Roger started. "Dinner time!"

“Don’t eat it.” Lucille muttered, something happens when you eat a Fae’s food… doesn’t it? It was like.. taking something free from them. Then you are in debt. Being in debt to a Fae isn’t good. At least, according to Tumblr.

(I only know this because of Tumblr. U-U)

(Yep!)
Tyson looked at her. "Why not?"

“So all this I’m spouting is from Tumblr. So basically, if you pay them you can eat it. If you take something from a Fae, ‘for free’, you are in debt to a Fae. And being in debt to a Fae is as bad as giving them your name.”

"Oh…." Tyson's stomach grumbled. "Okay then…..do you have any money?"

“Knowing me, I probably have a $5 in my shoe, $20 in my pocket and a $10 in my jacket or something.” Lucille shrugged, “It happened last time.”

Tyson chuckled. "Well that should be useful."
Roger came back with bowls of steaming soup. "Dinner is served!"

(Lol thanks. XD I try.)
“No thank you.” Lucille said, not looking up from her tiny pebble.

Roger grunted. 'Eat it or I'll shove it down your throats."
Tyson glanced at Lucille.

“If you shove it down my throat, I’m pretty sure that would cause me to throw it up.”

Roger rolled his eyes. "It's metaphorical."
Tyson sat up. "Hey I'll eat it if you let me pay for it."
Roger squinted at him. "Okay, that'll be 30 bucks."

“Tyson do you have money?” Lucille asked, digging in her jacket pockets.

"Uh…" He rifled through his hoodie. "A dime and…." He stuck his hands in his jean's pockets. "A dime. I have two dimes."

“Do you ever get money from your mom? Woah why do I have a wallet. What kind of idiot brings a wallet with them to camping.” Lucille blinked, “I need to re-evaluate my life decisions.”

"No I don't get money from my mom." He said quietly.

“OmG I’M SORRY PLEASE DOn’T CRY.”

"No it's okay dude." He shrugged. "Anyway what's in that wallet?"

“Receipts.” Lucille said flatly, “A student ID, a phone number, and actual money. Also one puny bowl of soup does not cost $30.”

Roger kicked the cell door. "Well it does here! So pay it or starve!"
Tyson cringed. "I got two dimes how much do you have?"

“Enough to suffocate that Fae.” Lucille muttered.

(So how much should she have? Like I don’t want to make her wallet… OP.)