forum Vigilante Hostages One-On-One (Closed -- But stalkers are accepted! :D)

Started June 21, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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(I am here!!!
For now…
I was thinking we could start with them already being hostages – and so we would start with the dialogue above – and then they have to escape. Thoughts?)

(Hi!
Good idea!)

(Lol. Sorry, I'm responding to the Cliche RP, and it's taking me a while.)

Aubrey lifted her head from its resting place on the dining room table. She noticed Astrid looking through cabinets and the fridge and gave her a confused look.

"Astrid… What're you doing?" she asked warily.

Astrid paused. Then she looked over at Aubrey. "…..eating."

Aubrey's brow creased. "We're being held hostage… and you're raiding the kitchen…?" she questioned.

(Raiding the kitchen?)
"Hey, they didn't say that the fridge was off limits. And besides, I didn't eat this morning." Astrid said defensively.

(Oops. I'll fix it…)

"O-kaaay… Why didn't you eat breakfast?" Aubrey asked. "It's, like, the most important meal of the day."

(Hi, I'm back.)
Astrid grabbed a container of cottage cheese and a spoon and sat don beside Aubrey. She ate in silence for a few minutes, coming up with the right words to say. Finally she answered slowly, "My dad left us almost a month ago. I didn't say anything because I thought he'd come back. He didn't. Mom doesn't have a job and she's pregnant with twins, and I have five younger siblings. Dad took all the money so we're basically just living off the money I get at my job at Lola's Cafe, which isn't enough to feed seven people. So when I can, I give up my food for them." Astrid's voice broke slightly.

(Hi! I've actually gtg, but I'll post this.)

Aubrey blinked once, her mouth opening and closing as her mind searched for something to say. Finally, she managed to whisper, "I'm so sorry."

(Awwww……….okay. See you later then!)
Astrid gave a bitter laugh. "You have nothing to be sorry for. The one who'll be sorry is my dad when I find him." She said softly. "I can't believe he would just leave." She curled her hands into fists as she brought her knees up to her chest.

"And so now you're here, taking jobs like this whenever you can?" Aubrey asked, curious.

Astrid nodded. "Yeah. It's–not the ideal thing. But I have to do something. It's really hard to return home covered in injuries and blood, but I make it work. I told me mom that I'm going to a self-defense class, but I don't know how long she'll buy it."

"Yeah, a self-defense class that you get that beat up in? I'm sure it won't be long," Aubrey agreed, nodding slowly. "My dad's a detective, so I'm kind of following in his footsteps… It's hard, though, when he almost catches me." She chuckled softly. "I'm surprised he hasn't figured it out, yet."

I have to go to a party rn
And I just found out that I have to sing at the party.
Wish me luck.)

Astrid chuckled.

(Oh, fun! I hope you do well!)

Aubrey looked at Astrid again. "Hey, we're hostages, we're not supposed to be laughing," she joked, half-smirking.

(I DID OKAY)
Astrid nodded, chuckling. "True."

(Yay!)

"But… It's nice to laugh every once in a while, isn't it?" Aubrey mused.

"It is." Astrid agreed. "You think we should find a way out of here?"

Aubrey raised an eyebrow. "Um, yes. Yes, I do," she declared. "Any open windows or anything that you can see?"

Astrid studied the room. "I see a vent." She said, pointing to it.

"Can you reach it? Maybe climb on the counter to open it?" Aubrey suggested.