forum The Alastor Gang (Private RP) (#EVARRIOR)

Started June 06, 2018 by Deleted user

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Cicada high fived Duke, "I have a magic touch! That and really good luck."

(It looks like a hallway with tables and a few chairs and one fricking blue light)
"I guess!" He laughed.

Victoria peeked inside the only doorway there was in the hall. There were a few tables and chairs scattered around, all of which looked pretty derelict, and a single blue light in the center of the room. There were (3?) people there, talking and laughing, a wallet open on the table in front of them.

Cicada looked to Duke, "So what's the plan? Any big things going on? Or just laying low."

"Well, I do have something interesting that might be a job, but we'd have to wait for the other two to get here."

Theives, Victoria thought. I’ve stumbled upon a group of theives. She started to back away, but bumped into the doorway, dropping the lock set from the doorway. It fell onto the floor with a clang.

Duke whirled around, knives in hand. "Who's there?"

Cicada quickly turned towards the noise. Her hands flew to her dagger and it was quickly pointed at the noise, "We have a visitor."

(Hello Empress Groggy)

(… heyyyyyy.

You’re going to be King Snekky Sly.)

Kelly saw the girl's face and stepped back into the darkness. Don't let her see me, don't let her see me…

Cicada quickly turned towards the noise. Her hands flew to her dagger and it was quickly pointed at the noise, "We have a visitor."

Fudge, Victoria thought misrerably. She stepped into the light, hands raised. “Sorry, just, uh… thedoorwasopen.”

Duke put his hands on his hips. "Just because the door is open doesn't mean we are. What's your name?"

Cicada glared at the girl, "And you just walked in? A bit impolite don't you think?"

“Sorry,” Victoria mumbled. “Thought you’d have food.” She glanced at the pile of cash on the table. “Seems like I wasn’t wrong.” She ignored the boy’s question. Stay calm.

"Yeah nice try missy. You're not taking our loot."

Timothy made his way to the top of the building, leaning on his cane and walking slowly.
"You're wasting your time. I don't have anything." The man was trying to act brave, but his pale face and shuddering hands gave him away.
Timothy cracked his knuckles from under his gloves, a smile on his face. "You act like I don't know everything about you. I do my research." His voice was like sandpaper, rough and gravelly.

Cicada nodded, "Don't try anything. Now come near us so we can search you,"

Kelly closed her eyes and stayed hidden. Dontseemedontseemedontseeme

"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.

"Now." Duke growled.