forum Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?

Started March 16, 2018 by @SabMatt

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Phoebe tilted her head. “You okay?”, she asked softly.

Yeah of course!)

"Miles? Talk to me."

(K I'm back.)
Kimberly wasn't exactly sure how to fit herself in this conversation, so she just went back to pacing.

Miles lied unconvincingly, "It's nothing, I'm fine."

He flopped down on the ground and started to draw.

Phoebe crouched down, wincing slightly. “What’s wrong?”

"Nothing. Don't worry."

“We both know that’s not true.” Phoebe sighed, sitting down.

He drew a horse on a cliffside, by a waterfall. Lilys were everywhere in the drawing.

"I'm fine, Phoebe!" Miles snapped, glaring.

Phoebe sighed, giving him space. Her one hand lay subconsciously in front of her stomach, almost protectively.

Kimber looked at Miles. "Miles calm down! She just wants to help."

"Listen, Carmica put me on probation, I'm fine"

Marco took one step closer to Miles as a warning. "Can we all calm down?"

Kimberly sighed. "If you were fine, you wouldn't be yelling at people." She said calmly and evenly, rubbing her temples. Bombs. Bombs everywhere. Shut up!!!

"Listen, I'm fine! Why do you have to push and pry at everything I say?!"

"I don't like what's going on. My friend, Petra, was just blown up, and Marie has to go and steal some information from the governments base, and I'm stuck here, not able to save anyone, to help." Miles was in tears now. She couldn't stop, the waterworks were flowing.

"I said.. Can we stop and calm down?!" Marco yelled. "You people are making my head hurt."

"Petra was my partner… She was my friend, and I couldn't save her. She died as soon as the bomb exploded, she was dismantling it."

Kim silently held out her arms for Miles. She knew what it felt like, and knew that sometimes people just needed a shoulder to cry on.

Phoebe reached out a hand to squeeze his shoulder gently. “I’m sorry.”

"Don't be. Just don't be."

Phoebe withdrew her hand, scooting backwards again to give him more space. Both hands were now lying in front of her stomach, ever so slightly stiff.