forum Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?

Started March 16, 2018 by @SabMatt

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"Great. Fine." Mariko rubbed her temples. "Just hurry up." she felt a little pang in her heart when Phoebe said that she knew him before Mari knew him. Although that was true, Mariko frowned and sat back down on the curb, telling herself that love doesn't exist and robots can't find love.

"Why do you seem so enraged at me?" Marco asked.

"Can you just go?" Mariko whipped around, her blonde curls bouncing, "And stop asking me useless questions."

Phoebe sighed and followed. “What’s the plan?”

Marco kicked some rocks out of his way. "Don't look at me for a plan."

Mariko sighed, "My head's forming one and taking into account all of the possibilities." she touched the small slot in the back of her neck, "Shouldn't be long now."

um (does anyone know ellis passed out?)

um (does anyone know ellis passed out?)

We’re ginna find her in a second)

Phoebe nodded, intrigued. “We’re Sorry, Mariko. But Ashton went off and…”

"Yeah, yeah, just go get him." Mari sighed, "And who's Ellis?"

Marco shot her a glare. "He did nothing, I did nothing either. Can we drop the topic?"

“Ellis? In the black dress?”

Mariko sniffed, "Her. Right." she felt a bit of paper come out and pulled it from the slot in her neck, reading it over, she sighed. "Yay. A plan."

"That's.. cool?" Marco said. It was weird seeing paper come out of skin.

“Let’s see?” Phoebe asked.

"It's gibberish to humans." Mariko said, without realizing. She cringed, "I mean it's just zeroes and ones, my eye can read through it. Not that I'm not human."

Phoebe lay a hand in Mari’s shoulder. “So, What is it?”

"Umm. It says something about a police station. How Micah's being held there." Mariko looked at Phoebe, "I looked up the blueprints and scanned for anything out of the ordinary and it looks like he's being kept in an irregularity in one of the rooms."

(Bye!)

“So how do we get in?”

She scanned the paper, "It says that there's a blind spot….from the sewers."

Phoebe grinned. “Perfect.” Concentrating hard, she focused on the distant mirage of her disguise in her head, drawing it back to her until she was Eva again.

"Perfect?" Mariko frowned, "I don't know if my parts are poop-resistant."