(Oh woah! Not expecting a murder!)
Amber didn't know what to think, she didn't understand. How could Marco KILL someone!? She looked at Victoria, a mask of terror etched on her face. Some of her classmates were running out of the class, surely preparing to tell somebody. Amber watched as Marco began to cry but she din't pity him. She couldn't forgive him for what he'd done.
Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?
(MENAY!!!!!!!!) (I'm just kidding, XD)
(XD)
Phoebe hesitated, before wrapping her arms gently around Marco. “Shh, it’s okay.”, she whispered. “I understand.” She pulled away. “Just promise me that you won’t kill anyone one else unless you absolutely have to.”, she finished, voice going hard. “Even if you hate them, other people love them, and you’re ruining their lives by killing.” I should know, I speak from personal experience., she thought.
(Omg I can't believe there was a murder) Victoria was paralyzed. From head to toe. She just watched in terror. The memories flooding back. From her brother. (Yo is everyone good with Victoria having a dead brother)
This was a disaster. Amber knew Victoria was remembering her dead brother and there was nothing she could do to help her. She felt helpless and betrayed. She didn't know how to think or what to believe. maybe if I just told the teacher about everybody and their creativity…. No. She wouldn't betray her friends. But the idea was burned into her brain like the tally on her ankle… And it wouldn't leave.
Mariko looked through the window of another cell. The man who'd occupied it was being herded out. She sighed and banged her head on the wall. So much death…
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Oh no. Now Marco was crying. Too many emotions were overtaking Micah. First, there was the fear that always haunted him. Then there was the hate that came from Marco yelling at him and killing someone in front the the normal people. After that was confusion: why would Marco do that? Where did you go after three tallies? Finally, there was shame. He felt terrible knowing that he probably contributed to the terrifying thoughts filling Marco's head. Micah saw some of the normal classmates run out and he knew he had to get out of the classroom.
(I'm good with Victoria having a dead brother!)
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(I don't think anyone's here but I thought I'd just tell you that I have to go and I won't be back for a few hours)
(Morning everyone!)
(@sTRAYKEYS, I would be completely fine with changing Phoebe’s sexuality for this rp since Marco has a crush on her, this okay with you?)
(Morning! Yeah, I'm perfectly okay with that!)
(Bada-bing, bada-boom, she’s bi!)
(Yey!)
(Your turn I think)
(I don't know how to continue Marco's part, heh~. Should I have him run out of the school?)
Sure, idk)
(K.)
When Phoebe stepped back, Marco hops off the desk and stops. There are heavy footsteps in the hall, they keep getting louder. "Well, I guess I'm done here." Marco shuttered as five officers run in the classroom led by Lindsy.
Phoebe swore under her breath. Acting on instinct, she picked up a chair and threw it at the window, tying her waist-length hair back as the glass shattered, creating an exit.
Marco flashed a smile to Phoebe and dove out the window, he kept running knowing that soon enough they would be right behind him. Marco dared to look back and he saw Phoebe running behind him.
Phoebe ran as fast as she could, waving for some others to follow. Her gray school blazer caught on a fence, so she just shrugged it off and kept sprinting as fast as humanly possible.
Marco ran into the city and backed into a dark alley, he prayed that Phoebe noticed.
Phoebe saw Marco duck into an alley, but she didn’t want to lead the officers straight to him. Instead, she swung herself up on a drain pipe and climbed up as high as she could, jumping into the roof of a two story building and ducking down so they couldn’t see her. From there, she gripped another drainpipe leading down to Marco’s alley and slid down quickly.
Marco sank down onto the wet concrete. Oh, my God, I was almost caught today. Do better! Marco scolded himself. He looked around the alley and found Phoebe sliding down a drainpipe. She's cooler than I thought Marco smirked.
Phoebe jumped to the ground, her hair flying into her face. She caught Marco’s smirk. “What?”
"Nothin." Marco peeked around the corner. No officers in sight. He let out a long sigh of relief. "I was just thankful that you led them away from me."
Phoebe shrugged. “No problem.” She eyes her long, tangled hair. “What now? Do we just keep running?”
"Yeah, you're to close to having your third tally. And I'm not going to let them touch you." Marco faced the brick wall in front of him. "You have any family?"
Phoebe swallowed a lump of gratitude. “Yeah. I live with my older cousin, since he was the only one who wanted me after my mom died. My dad left before I was born. I was an accident.”, She shrugged. “And I’ve got a puppy back at home.”, she added, smiling at the memory of her hyper Jack Russel-Terrier mix. Digging a pair of scissors out of the garbage can, she gathered her matted hair in her fist, and with one chop severed three feet of it, leaving it shoulder length.
Marco frowned, she has people who care for her, lucky. "Well, if we're gonna run, you have to leave them all behind." Marco rolled up his sleeves, it was the middle of spring. "And by the way, that haircut screams, 'I'm a runaway.' "