forum Bag thief Roleplay

Started March 13, 2018 by @Twitchy

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I slowly take several more deep breaths, dragging myself to my feet and walking out of the office, back down the hallway and collapsing on one of the seats. "You can… You can talk to people? Through their bra- In their head?"

"Damn, psycho. I told you that she could do some crazy shit too." Marco smirked.

Althea grinned sheepishly. "Surprise? I'm telepathic!"

"Telepathic? So what you read minds and you can speak to people in their head? That's normal, that's fine, yep. Completely normal. Err… Just wondering, you been doing that this whole time?" Can she see memories? Or just thoughts? Can she hear this? Oh god. Oh god. Oh god- wait she knows I still have the money! I fling the money from my pocket onto the coffee table like it's poison.

"Hey, I still want my half." Marco reaches towards the table.

"You can have it all, I'm… I'm good." I stare at Marco, still trying to process everything. The theft, the freezing, the victim not being the victim, the near death by an icicle, and now mind reading. I lay back, rubbing my eyes. I feel like a muggle in harry potter.

Marco smiles and takes the money off the table. "I can buy a car with this." He says.

Alastair stares at Marco confused, "Why not just steal one? I mean, you have the power to. You literally have the power to."

Marco sighs and rolls his eyes, "because, it's not civil."

"Neither is stealing money, I mean I stole it first but still, you taking it is still stealing. Like if I took candy from a baby, then you took that candy, you still have candy that belongs to the baby. You know?" I take a deep sigh, "Is there any alcohol here?"
(sorry doing one message an hour for the looks of it haha.)

Marco went into the kitchen. He found nothing but sparkling water, then leaned on the door frame. "Shit, Althea. You have to be kidding me. When I want alcohol it's there. You got nothin." Marco creates an icy cigarette and tries to smoke, nothing happens.

Althea stammered out, "Sorry. I'm not- I mean, don't- I'm not that much of a drinker."

Marco frowns, "you got anything at all?"

She nods. "In the living room, there should be a bottle Glenfiddich."

Marco staggers to the living room. He saw the glass bottle on a side table. "Jackpot!" He grabs the bottle and walks, victoriously into the dining room.

(Sorry, last min assignment work haha)
I watch Marco stagger around the room, grabbing the bottle. "You want ice with that?" I smile tiredly, "What is Glenfiddich anyway?"

"It's a whiskey brand," she explained to Alastair.