forum Bag thief Roleplay

Started March 13, 2018 by @Twitchy

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"I like Mushu." Alastair smiles, "That lil dragon would be my emperor if he wanted."

This gets a full-blown laugh from Althea, and she winces. "Alright, let's try to find this woman for real now." She finally found the criminal records page. "Anyone remember the name?"

"Katie? K-k- Katherine? Columbia?" The news suddenly repeats the interview, "Josie Lawson has been reported saying that she saw the criminal running towards-…" I feel my face turn slightly warm, "Ah yes… Josie sounds similar too…"

Althea shakes her head and types in Josie, highlighting other elements: recently seen public, under 30, female, and so on. 4, 798 results.

"Ahh lovely, so that's what… around one and a half thousand results each? Ah, we'll get through them in no time! Say, Marco, you know where that gun went?" I rub my hair slightly frustrated, walking away from the computer, back to the seat. "Hey, at least we've made a pretty cool club. Discount frozone, Detective Xavier and the mugging muggle. Lovely."

"The gun's in the living room, right?" Marco pulls his hair back and walks out to the living room.

"Yeah, it's on the side table." she confirms, already scrolling through results.

I lean back, stretching my face with my hands, "Hey can you look up the owner of the gun? Just a thought cause in movies they normally have a code or something."

Marco spots the gun, picks it up and takes it back to the office. He bows down in front of Alastair and holds out the gun as a sacrifice. "You called fair sir."

I straighten my back and, placing my hands on my knees and looking straight forward, "Thank you, my faithful servant, your sacrifice will bring great rewards to you and your family." I giggle and take the gun, inspecting it for a code.

"Dorks," Althea mutters.

I continuously turn the gun, "Yep. Mm-hm, yes. Ah, I see, yep, Althea I have no idea what I'm doing please take this gun before I shoot either my foot or head, I'm feeling spontaneous."

I aim the barrel and my foot, "Seriously not even joking, I'm so tired I don't even think I'd feel it." I say, definitely joking. I hold my finger on the trigger, "How much do bullet wounds hurt anyway?"

Marco takes the gun from Alastair, "God, kid. You trying to kill yourself?!"

"It was aimed at my foot, and aren't we the same age? How old are you guys?"

"I'm eighteen. For Althea, it's impolite to ask a woman her age!"

"Hey, I'm 18 too." Saying that is actually pretty weird thinking how mature Marco is compared to me, well not in a humour way… he just seems more… experienced? Ahh, I'm being stupid. "Weird."

"Yeah, kinda?" Marco twirls the gun on his finger. "How long has it been since we started the search?"

"Well I stole the bag around ten… got hit by you around five minutes later, and its been around what? Eight hours now?" I say, checking the clock, "Oh shit it's six already?"

(ahaha! Just didn't press post that time, it's called Ajin. Super cool."