(are you ok with having your character appear in the story later I don't know how fast this will start moving)
(I'm cool with that, I can probably have Marco help them out of a jam later on in the plot line, I'd just need them to end up in a bigger city… since that's Marco's home habitat….)
(Can do, cities are were the intense avoiding of their pursuers usually happens anyway)
(are you ok with having your character appear in the story later I don't know how fast this will start moving)
(I'm cool with that, I can probably have Marco help them out of a jam later on in the plot line, I'd just need them to end up in a bigger city… since that's Marco's home habitat….)
(Can do, cities are were the intense avoiding of their pursuers usually happens anyway)
(Perfect, it'll make it easier than me starting in now, because I have to go within the next hour..)
(Good luck with endgame)
(Am I good with joining a little later on?)
(Yep that's fine)
It was the floor that Jeriah had mentally judged so harshly and deemed as supremely sketchy that saved his life. As it turned out, they were incredibly creaky. And if you hadn't literally spent your entire life learning how to walk silently like Jeriah had then they squeaked. A lot. That wasn't to say that his would be attackers weren't trying, they were definitely professionals. He was better though. And when they tried to sneak to his room they would have been better for them to walk normally because he easily picked up on the failed attempt at walking silently. He felt a little bad for whoever tipped them off, likely they would get in trouble for the room being completely empty and looking like it hadn't been used recently, but not bad enough to stay and get caught.
Thus he found himself on the highway at 4:23 in the morning, just three hours after he stopped, in another ratty vehicle that he picked up just for this next stretch and would ditch at the nearest opportunity.
Marco sighed, walking through yet another dark alley. It was late at night, though he didn't know or care when. All he really cared about was the need to stay away from the several mafia gangs that had it in for him.
(Hello! Your back! Did you survive endgame?)
(My heart has been brutally ripped out and crushed into a million pieces.)
(Oof. No spoilers tho k)
(Yep. My mouth is sealed…)
(oof…is it too late for me to jump in with my character? I was gone with my friend all of yesterday and I didn't have wifi to post..)
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After a quick round through the lab, Tessa left with her anger fueled once more. Her phone pinged, and it was a message from Renato Rawling–the Boss of the Rawling crime family."I've been told by numerous families that there's this one kid on their radar. I want you to check him out and see if it's really worth it. If it is, tell me and I'll make an official contract. Name's Marco Terez." He also sent her a possible location, and she memorized it and pocketed her phone, heading on over to the area.
(I can work with that!)
Marco sighed once more, turning out onto a narrow street. The streets may have been dangerous. But they were his home. Soon he had turned onto another street, and then down another alley. The whole time he had been lost in thought. I need some way to escape te Mafias…. but how…? he asked himself, repeating the question in hopes of an answer.
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(Yeah, Tess is like a killer for rent among the mafia families, but her home base is the Rawling family because they basically saved her life.)
Tessa climbed up a building and ran over the roofs, her boots not at all silent but she didn't really care too much. Pretty soon, she reached the general area that she had been told was a possible location. She slowed her pace to keep a close eye on the streets below, dropping down to a slight crouch and pulling her jacket hood up so it shadowed her face. She spotted some guy up ahead but wasn't exactly sure if it was Terez, so she trailed after him–still up on the buildings.
(oof…is it too late for me to jump in with my character? I was gone with my friend all of yesterday and I didn't have wifi to post..)
(Never to late to join go ahead. Sorry for the delay, I was busy.)
Roger pulled one of his emergency blankets from his go bag, as well as a tarp. He found a few small trees and put his tarp up as a wind block. Then he set up a small pit with a fire, where he started heating some water. Settling down under his emergency blanket he watched the small flame and waited until he was rested enough to continue forward.
(oof…is it too late for me to jump in with my character? I was gone with my friend all of yesterday and I didn't have wifi to post..)
(Never to late to join go ahead. Sorry for the delay, I was busy.)
(I already have my character posted but I’m kinda confused on the setting Rn, is everyone in the same place or what’s happening?)
(Basically we just placed where are characters are right now, some of them are in the same area-ish, but not all so you can set yours up to meet someone, or if you want to place them somewhere alone I can have mine find them)
Marco felt eyes on him. But didn't dare turn around. Someone's following me… he thought, knowing it could just be nerves.
(Where do you want me/do you want me to jump in yet?)
Cat wondered down an alleyway. She knew this would have to do for tonight. She was about to find a dry place when she realized the alley was occupied. It was a boy a few years older than her. she tried to quietly back away not wanting any trouble but she tripped and fell taking a trash can with him. there was a giant clang. When she was on her back looking up she thought she saw a person.
(Where do you want me/do you want me to jump in yet?)
(You can definitely join if you want, and just kinda wherever)
Marco whipped around, spotting a girl a few years younger than her. He figured she was just another street rat like him. But he couldn't take chances, and slid the knife out of its sheath on his wrist, into his hand, keeping it hidden as he did so.
(i was going to have her near Marco since he is the only one I know is in like a city area)
(Yep, and Marco has eyes on her..)
Marco whipped around, spotting a girl a few years younger than her. He figured she was just another street rat like him. But he couldn't take chances, and slid the knife out of its sheath on his wrist, into his hand, keeping it hidden as he did so.
Cat jumped up to her feet and saw the boy looking at her. She put her hands up slightly to show she isn't armed. Of course, she was with a knife in her pocket she could easily get to but he doesn't need to know that. she sized him up quickly. trying to figure out if he was useful.
The wind whipped through Lindsey's hair, tangling it and blowing into her face. She was walking home late at night from work. She was low on gas and didn't have to money to get more. She didn't live too far, only a few blocks. It wouldn't be too bad. She regreted it now. She wished she had taken up her coworker on that ride. She felt like eyes were on her, creeping out of alley ways. She hoped no one tried to jump her or steal her for whatever other reasons. She just wanted to go home, shower, and go to bed. She clutched her phone in her hand, ready to dial the cops of she needed too. She just wanted to go home. She was going home.
