forum Bag thief Roleplay

Started March 13, 2018 by @Twitchy

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I was about to tell Marco that everything is fine but, the look in his eyes. For a guy who could freeze people without breaking a sweat, he was scared. "Hey, okay, don't worry. Simon's just a friend, and…" I look at the bag, "It's just morphine." I take a deep breath. "I'll… I'll try to explain some things outside okay? Like you said. On the way back."

(Ok.)
"Ok." Marco grabs Al's vodka and pays. He thanks the cashier and walks outside. "You tell me now."

I let out a long breath, ending it with a short laugh. "Okay… where to start?"

( OH HI AMBER HOW ARE YOU?)
(… caps lock)

(GTG

I look up, watching the snow. It's thicker. I take a deep breath. "I worked for Simon for about two years. Started at sixteen ish. Thought it would be a good idea at the time, and Simon wasn't exactly thrilled about it, but I persuaded him." I glance at Marco, "Simon's a drug dealer."

I gesture for the Vodka. Marco passes it. I undo the top and take a mouthful. The liquid instantly burns my mouth and throat, I wince slightly. "Ahh… I err… I got close. Simon wasn't like your typical drug lord guy, he was nice. Really nice. He had a daughter called Sophie who would literally kill you with laughter, I mean I think I burst a kidney once listening to her stories." I giggle, taking another sip. "Even… when she died, Simon stayed the same. Maybe even got kinder. He gave a shit about us, which was weird to me. I didn't understand why at the time. All I had to do was go to places, give people their items, and take the money or whatever they were trading with. Easy. But I was stupid."

"I stole one of the needles. I wanted to know why people were trading things from wedding rings to other drugs for the stuff. What was morphine? Like I said. I was stupid. I took it home, googled around, and figured out how to use it." I rub my head, whispering, "Fuck I should've died." Another sip, "The next day, Simon didn't say anything about it. Just said 'good job' as usual. He says sorry a lot now cause he knew I took it, but just couldn't understand why."

"Morphine feels like… It's like when you fall back in your chair. For a split second, before the fear hits, you're just there, hanging in the air. Nothing hurts. Nothing hurts and, you can't even think about it. Only, with morphine, it's also like somebody's sat on your chest, holding you. All you know is that it feels good, and you don't want anything to change. Then the chair falls." I glare at the bag, "All I could think once I got up was that I had to share it with…" I stop walking, chewing on my bottom lip, tears boiling in my eyes. My chest feels like it's going to explode. My eyes don't move from the bag, "I'd been stealing the needles for weeks. Trying to be careful. Two a every few days. After a while, it turned into a game, who would fall first?" I take a bigger drink, burning my mouth once more, "He had the idea of us doing it at the same time, since I normally did his, then my own. Told me that he'd seen me do it enough. It'd be fine." I chuckle, "It'd be fine…"

(Sorry haha, his backstory is pretty screwed up, also I've never taken morphine this was just a guess)
Tears make small holes in the snow around my feet. "I woke up, but he didn't. I waited, laughing, saying how he'd won. He looked… peaceful. When I finally realised that he had gone, I called an ambulance. Told them where we are, what I'd done, everything but when they finally asked my name I just… I hung up. Ran. Ran past the sound of sirens and the flashing red and blue. Just kept running. Thing is, I took the needles. I ditched them in a river and kept running. Managed to get all the way here. But I knew Simon was watching, somehow." I tighten the top of the vodka, "He came to me, said he owed me cause of the needles, I don't know. That was… three months ago. Maybe less" I look back up to Marco, "He won't hurt you or anyone. You don't need to be scared, okay?" I smile, closing my eyes, "Let's get back to Althea."