@Norepinephrinxx
(I'm probably going to leave this I don't know where to put my character)
(I'm probably going to leave this I don't know where to put my character)
Sorry about that, if you do go we'll see you around. There isn't much happening right now aside from the Heath thing, so I'm not sure where I could try to get you back in. My character Florence is free though, and I'm about to have her cause a bit of trouble if you wanna jump in there?))
Easton looked back up to the doors of the cafe, where people were coming and going now that it was actually open. "Staking the place out is always an option. I know it sounds like something from a crappy cop movie, but it does work sometimes. It just depends on how smart he is if it was really him."
"Somehow, I still feel like I shouldn't be allowed to do this." Sol folded her arms across her chest as she talked. "I'm not an actual freelancer, so I don't really have any excuse for doing this."
Bump))
Lovino watches as his sparks jump about in the park having just woken up from his nap to see Antonio was nice but he needed space so he went to the park "there so cute," he says to no one
Hey guys, sorry for the lack of activity, there's been issues with weather in my area.))
Easton looked over to her and nudged her with an elbow. "It's fine, something like this will make for good practice if you're still interested in turning it that referral for a card."
Sol's head shot back forward. Her eyes gleamed. "Yes." She relaxed her body again. "Sorry. Just. Excited. Helping people is honestly my favorite thing. That may sound weird to a lot of people, but knowing you made someone's day, perhaps even life, better, it just makes me really happy."
Sol is such a good person I'm gonna throw up it honestly seems so unnatural.))
Bump))
well i havent been on and 8 pages have passed… oops…)
Bump))
Please don't die on me fam))
(Sorry, I honestly kind of forgot about this after I started being active again! I'll have a reply up in a bit, rn I'm at school so I won't be able to take the time to type something out.)
(This cant!! Even though I missed so much of it, I still loved it!)
Alright! I'm finally free! My reply will be up a few minutes.))
(Woot!)
I just noticed how this rp has 22 pages and literally one of them is us talking about Heath and his human organ pastries on e-Bay.))
Clearing a path through a group of people by pushing them aside, Florence cast an irritated glance in the direction that she was walking. You aren't going to get to see anything, so there isn't a point to hanging around in your nasty little gossip groups like this. Some people would like to get down the street! She thought, taking her book bag off and holding it tightly to her chest as she made her way through a particularly thick cluster of people, all of them holding cameras. A few moments later the red-head was standing in front of a large round building that stood out in a line of uniformly square ones. The outside flashed new brown bricks and a tall darkly colored door. Florence stepped inside.
The inside was completely different from the outside, she noticed, sweeping over the one-room building with a yellow stare. The floors were covered in old hard-wood and the walls were lined with shelves that went around the entire shop and were covered in books. Finally, a woman came into view, popping up from behind the counter and putting her hands down on the surface it. Florence walked forward and dropping her book bag on the ground, pulled off her hoodie and dropped it as well. Underneath was the same light blue bodysuit that she had worn a few nights prior. The woman behind the counter fixed Florence with a slight look of recognition but it was soon gone as she flashed a small smile.
"Can I help you with something?" The woman asked, glancing over the counter at Florence's discarded book bag as well as the clothes she had been wearing over the suit.
Florence nodded and put her elbows on the counter. Soon her ever familiar metal bands came out of a small opening in the side of her bag and collapsed on the surface of the counter in one big, neat coil. The shelves around the two soon came crashing down as the nails were plucked from the walls by Florence, all at once.
"I would like you to give me the first Harry Potter book if you have it, along with all of the money in the register," Florence said as if it were a simple request.
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Smiling, Easton nodded once and readjusted the black bag that he was carrying with him. "It's the middle of the day and I really doubt that we'll be able to see much here until a little later. Unless you want to stay, we can see if there's anything happening elsewhere?" He said, stuffing his phone back into the side pocket of the black bag.
Arryn headed back to the bookstore with her test. She had studied so hard for it but because some girl, she failed it. Arryn was speeding through the test but a girl blamed her for cheating and the teacher gave her an F.
Florence eyed the woman with the wild hair that stood behind the counter. She flinched as the shelves around the room collapsed.
"You're not serious are you?" She asked, laughing in a very nervous tone a few times before looking back at Florence.
"A little bit," Florence said, standing up straight. The metal bands on the counter broke in two, with one of the long tendrils covering Florence's lower face and the other snaking its way to the woman behind the counter. "I've been bored for quite a while now, so if you could hurry with the book and money I'd really appreciate it." She added, watching as the woman pressed a button on the register, causing it to pop open with the clinking of coins.
"Y-yes, give me a minute." She said, scooping what was in the metal button-covered container into a black bag. Afterward, she shuffled around in the shelves that were on the inside of the large desk that served as a counter.
"No, where's it at…?" Florence heard the woman say, her tone a panicked whisper.
Sol nodded. "I'm gonna go home now. Call me if something happens" She waved to Easton and the turned to jog off. Home wasn't that far away, so she could get there jogging in a minute or two. She went to open the door to her apartment, but it was locked, despite the fact she had left in unlocked because her mother was home. Sol unlocked the door and sat on her couch, tossing her beanie beside her.
Lovino watches as his sparks jump about and chuckle at himself.
(Im just kind of stalking now XD but if you ever need a member I can probably join back in)
I'm stalking too…//
Hhhh, sorry for all of these late replies! And @"Norepinephrinxx " and @"Ho Ho Homicide " if you guys wanna jump back in, Florence is currently robbing a bookstore, so that would be a good place to put your characters.))
Staring after Sol for a few moments, Easton looked back at the cafe and narrowed his eyes. Why do people like this have to show up? He thought, walking off without paying any attention to where he was going. There wasn't a point to hanging around somewhere he'd be watching carefully later the same day.
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Florence smiled to herself as the woman in front of her continued to shuffle around among the messy shelves behind her desk, mumbling panicked words to herself as she searched for the book. The red-headed girl leaned over the counter to get a better look at the owner.
"You're taking an awfully long time down there," Florence said, putting a warning tone in her voice. I wonder what she's thinking of right now?
Hey @KoffeeOwl I was thinking Easton would see the robbery and call Sol. I made Sol go home so if Easton did call her she could get together her freelancer outfit. You don't have to do anything like that of course though))
Ah, gotcha, I'll do that))
Finally arriving in front of a short, round building, Easton stopped. On the outside, it looked as if the building had just been built, the bricks were clean and the few windows that were placed on it were spotless. Looking closely at one of the windows, he noticed that a girl with unnaturally colored red hair was leaning over, staring down at the owner who was hunched down behind the counter. On the surface of the large desk was a lumpy black plastic bag.
Easton walked closer to the window, reaching around to the side pocket of the bag he had for his phone. If this is anything, it'll be good practice for Sol. He thought, peering in through the corner of the oddly placed window. Sure enough, the woman behind the counter was crying and the red-head was wearing a face covering and aiming sharp-looking tendrils of metal at the other.
Easton backed away from the window and stood in front of the large oak door that was the main entrance to the bookstore. He pulled his phone from his pocket, immediately calling Sol.
Sol had only been sitting for a minute before her phone buzzed annoyingly in her pocket. She hadn't been expecting a phone call, so she considered ignoring it. Wait, what if it's Easton? That thought went through her head so she pulled her phone out of her sweatshirt and surprise, surprise, it actually was Easton. "'Sup?"
A few seconds after Sol had answered his call, Easton began speaking, making sure to stay planted in front of the door. "There's a book-store robbery, get down here– but try to scoop together an outfit if you can." He said, ending the call shortly after. I can be fast getting dressed- probably. Easton thought, taking one last look through the window before peering around the corner. Hiding behind a dumpster is going to have to be good enough for now.
Taking a few steps around the corner, -which led to a street that was wedged between the book-store and its neighbor- he ducked behind the dumpster and threw on his uniform, not taking the time to stuff his old clothes into the bag he'd had. A few moments later, he was planted in front of the door again, waving people off as they asked questions as to why he wasn't letting anyone through.
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Leaning farther over the surface of the desk, Florence began digging one of the pointed metal bands into the shop owner's scalp.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It was just here," she said, reaching up to the metal with one of her hands but then quickly pulling it away, as though she had realized it was a bad idea.
Sol looked at the black screen of her phone. Bookstore…? Oh shit I need and outfit!
She ran to her room and threw open her closet door. Socks… Shoes… Hoodie… Gloves… Shorts… As she thought of each article of clothing she grabbed it from her closet. Mask… I need a mask… She retrieved a black bandanna from a drawer and tied it over her nose and mouth. She threw on the rest of her outfit and pulled her hood up. Good enough. She thought after a quick glance in the mirror. She ran out the door, quickly locked it behind her and jogged to the bookstore. She spotted Easton in his Blue Jay outfit and ran up to him. "Okay I'm here."
Easton smiled once Sol came into view, "You got here a lot faster than I expected you to." He said, pointing to one of the windows. "The owner is behind the counter, looking for something and the woman robbing the place is threatening to cut her," Easton said, speaking somewhat quickly. "How long can you use your ability?"
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