forum Bag thief Roleplay

Started March 13, 2018 by @Twitchy

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Marco reaches for the TV remote, he turns on the news. The screen shows a young lady complaining to a reporter that a boy stole her purse. "Hum, I wonder who did that?" Marco turns to Alastair and points at him with the remote.

Althea hears this thought in the back of her mind. "The Incredibles is my ultimate go-to movie," she tells Alastair. "And you, Marco Blitz, was brought here by your own fault, and I'm keeping you here because we can't have a PUG running around the city."

"What the fuck is a PUG?" Marco yells.

"Hey, screw you mate, it was a mistake, and you have no clue who I am so get off my back." I throw the spoon at his head, bouncing off and landing near the open door. "Fuck…"

"Do I need to kill you?" Marco, pissed at both of the people in the room, stands up and picks up the spoon.

"P.U.G. Powerful Under-God."
(lame I know I came up with it last minute ^^')

(It's ok.)
Marco points the spoon in Althea's direction, "oo. Just wait until you meet my girlfriend. She'll burn you into embers."

"The fuck is this now?" Alastair keeps his legs tight to his chest, "I hate this city, knew I should have gone back. Shit, I bet even the station would have been a better option now, at least I'd know what was happening."

Althea takes a taunting step towards Marco. "Just wait until you meet my girlfriend. She's atmoskinetic, so she will literally burn you into embers."

"Oh don't call her a bitch you tosser, she won before you spat a word."

Marco knows he'll regret it, but he punches her in the gut. "I'd rather die than be in here."

"Wait. Wait turn that up." I mumble, looking to the TV, the lady talking about her bag has tears filling her eyes, skin blotchy from crying. "He had orange hair and an Irish accent, kind of tall but I don't know. Please! My life is in that bag!" A cold chill tingles down my spine.
"Guys, I didn't steal the bag from her…"

"I doubt that."

Althea doubled over in pain. "Asshole," she muttered.
Just then, her phone rang. Mom flashed across the screen and a Beach Boys song started playing. Althea picked up.
"Hey, Ma." she wheezed into the phone.
"Allie! Maia said you were sick. Do you want me stop by?"
"No!" Althea snapped. "I'm contagious."
"Oh, hon. I'm coming by, alright? Be there in ten."
Before Althea could answer, her mother hung up. She turned back to the guys.
"Good news or bad news first?"

"Why the fuck did you just hit her?" I pounce to my feet, picking up the bowl, "Dick move mate, and what the hell do you mean by that?"

"You okay?"

Marco smiles, "bad news, bitch."

I clutch the bowl tighter, "Stop calling her that."

"I am not a damsel in distress. I'll defend myself." Althea shook off the ache in her stomach and stood up. "My mom's coming over."

Marco ignored Alastair. "You did steal that bag, I know it."

I think for a moment. I got milk on her floor. I instantly move towards the kitchen, grabbing a sponge, and clean it up, placing the bowl back onto the table.

"Is she hot?" Marco didn't remember drinking any alcohol before he got there.

Althea turns to Marco. "You're revolting."

"Yes." I continue, rubbing the floor, "Yeah I stole a bag. But it wasn't hers. I got it from a chick with darker skin and shorter hair. She was also a little younger lookin'. Either way, it wasn't her." I slowly stand back up, "So who the hell is she? Also, put the spoon in the sink. Don't be a dick."

Marco shrugs, "That's great."

(He was talking to Althea.)
Marco enters the kitchen and chucks the spoon into the sink. He walks up to Alastair, "there. I'm not a dick."