forum Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?

Started March 16, 2018 by @SabMatt

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(Marco needs to use less cologne or something)

(what does he have that attracts so many people?)

(Marco needs to use less cologne or something)

(what does he have that attracts so many people?)

It’s they eyes

(Marco needs to use less cologne or something)

(what does he have that attracts so many people?)

It’s they eyes

(true)

(Marco needs to use less cologne or something)

(what does he have that attracts so many people?)

It’s they eyes

oh please, Ace has bright violet eyes and he doesn't get pulled into random kisses with random people

(Marco needs to use less cologne or something)

(what does he have that attracts so many people?)

It’s they eyes

oh please, Ace has bright violet eyes and he doesn't get pulled into random kisses with random people

lol that’s true

(yeah Micah really has nothing…)

NOT TRUE!! Mari likes him 😉

(yeah Micah really has nothing…)

NOT TRUE!! Mari likes him 😉

(yes but why)

(yeah Micah really has nothing…)

NOT TRUE!! Mari likes him 😉

(yes but why)

haha, Mari likes stability and he's pretty cute, he talked to her and smiled at her, didn't make her feel all weird like Marco does

(yeah Micah really has nothing…)

NOT TRUE!! Mari likes him 😉

(yes but why)

haha, Mari likes stability and he's pretty cute, he talked to her and smiled at her, didn't make her feel all weird like Marco does

lol. (The Vera rp is waitibgggg Sorry I’m super impatient)

(yeah Micah really has nothing…)

NOT TRUE!! Mari likes him 😉

(yes but why)

haha, Mari likes stability and he's pretty cute, he talked to her and smiled at her, didn't make her feel all weird like Marco does

(awww)

Miles said "I-I feel… dizzy… Was running…. Giburn 662…. Artists…" and passed out.

“Oh, Jesus she’s drunk.”, Phoebe muttered, kneeling down in front of her.

"OI!!!!" she said, "No touching. I'm not drunk… ish."

Phoebe glanced up at Mari. “Help?! Please?!”, she said helplessly, gesturing to the intoxicated girl.

"Did I say anything? When I pass out, I wake up, act high, and pass out again. Sorry…" She said. Her smell of books was quite strong now.

Mariko was too busy laughing to help.

“Mari!!”, Phoebe said again.

"Oh! A cyborg! My best friend is a cyborg… But did I say anything that sounded like an address?"

Miles vomited. "Damn," she thought, "I had sixteen vodka shots and seven espressos. Stupid, depressed, drugged by authoroties and escaped, me."

Mariko looked at her hand, "Was it that obvious? Only my hand doesn't have skin over it, y'know."

"Yeah. It was, for me. You smell of metal. It's a little overwhelming, really."

She stood back up, swaying a little, but only because of nausea.

"But did I say anything address-ish?"

Mari wrinkled her nose, thinking about telling the girl what she could smell, but just kept quiet.

Suddenly, a platoon of soldiers surrounded them. "Shi- oops! Welp, I suppose they're gonna tell me to surrender."

"Surrender!" the leader of the group said. "Cyborg, and fugitives, tell me your location!"

Mariko groaned. "We're literally right here. This is our location."

"Oh, little old me? Well, the Artists will never surrender! Fuck off! Also, kiddos, swearing is bad." she blew them all back and dragged the others along.

"I'm a rebel, long story short. Our base is a mile and a half away, so come on!"