"Before we actually go anywhere, we need alibi and a backstory. I'm Samantha Kaine from London vacationing in Italy.", I say, slipping into a Brittish accent.
Teenagers in Italy Roleplay (closed for joining)
"I'm Cheyenne Denali, from Rome. I came for a fresh start, and I'm looking for work. We're here together because you needed an Italian to show you around and speak the language, and that's how I'm making my money for now."
Unfortunately, I think morbidly, Lying comes easy.
I nod. "And we met through my second cousin, who's Australian boyfriend knows you because you showed him around when he first moved." I flash her a grin. "You're a good liar. That'll work well for the both of us."
I nod. "Here's my phone number. Sell it on Ebay, and I will kill you." I hand her a slip of paper. "I'm going to go get a hotel room, and you can handle the food without poisoning it?"
It was getting to be dark now, and Italy's dark sky was blushing pink with the sunset. My father used to say that it turned red because of our family's colors, but now I know it wasn't our colors. It was the blood we spilled. I sigh, and look up. "I have to get clothes, too."
"Sure.", I say, taking the paper. I put just enough of a cheeky lilt to my voice, making it sound more sarcastic, like I'm lying. In some situations, intimidation is key. "I'll call you when I've got food. Pizza, Pasta, soup, or salad?", I ask.
"Pizza. I'll shoot you a text when I've got the room. Don't wait up." I give her a lopsided grin then turn on my heel to walk down the brighter side of the street.
I slip out of the alleyway, donning my 'tourist disguise', a pair of sunglasses and a floppy straw hat. After strolling amiably down the quaint, cobbled lane, I find a small but well kept cream-toned building with painted red font saying: Sempre – Pizza, pasta, and gelato. Five minutes later, I'm walking out with a two takeout boxes in my hand. I stop to collect my thoughts. Can I really trust Oakley? She's a Montague, but, then again, I hate the Capulets,
Addison walked quickly down the sidewalk. She had to get away, find somewhere to hide. "HEY!!! Stop that girl!!!" A man shouted. A man no doubt of Montuage blood. Of course. She began running, and crashed into the girl who had said she was Samantha once again.
I blink, stepping back. "Wait–Ruby?! What–" Then I see the man, obviously a Montague. "Sh-t." I grab her by the arm. "Follow me. We are two old pen pals meeting up in Italy, got it? I'm from London, you're from— Canada."
"Got it." Addison whispered, following 'Samantha'.
We walked together, and I announced loudly that 'the gelatos are melting come on', hoping that the man had heard. We walked into the lobby of the first hotel we saw, slipping in to the women's bathroom and crowding into one of the stalls. Quick;ly, I texted Oakley.
Being followed by a Montague man with Ruby from salon. Will be delayed.
"My name's Addison." Addi told the girl quietly. She opened her backpack, taking out one of her sister's notebooks. Outrunning the Mafia. it was titled. She flipped through it silently.
I nod, quietly torn. "I'm Adelaide Capulet. You've probably heard of me." She said the last part miserably. "You outrunning the Montague? I don't think I've ever seen you around."
"I'm outrunning both family lines." Addi said, not looking up. "I'm a Capulet, but my parents treat me pretty badly. My sister helped me run away, and on the way I did some……………………………………damage. To both lines. And you wouldn't really see me around, I was kept locked away for the most part."
I blinked. "Wait– you're the Priority Prisoner?"
"Yup. Ah, here it is. Air Ducts." Addi was completely unfazed by Adelaide. She had gotten that a lot. It's kind of hard to be locked up because of one tiny mistake. Well…………………………it wasn't really tiny, and wasn't really a mistake, but what? Is that really a reason to lock up your daughter? She didn't regret what she had done though. She could still picture her father's astonished look when Addi had stood up for a Montague. Priceless
What had her name been? Oakley? She couldn't remember.
(Omg yes)
I tilt my head. “Glad you’re out. I tried to steal your file from my father, I like to a bit of ‘Let’s break the unjustly convicted criminals out of jail’ every now and then, but my third cousin caught me. I threatened him so he wouldn’t tell, but…” She shrugged. “Congrats on getting out.”
Addi laughed. "Thanks. And thanks for trying to get me out. My sister got me out. She is truly a smooth-talker."
“And your sister is..?”
"Blair. She'll be fine, of course. Not only is she an awesome smooth-talker, but also good at covering her tracks." Addison looked up at the air duct. "Are you comfortable with crawling through small spaces?"
I tie back my hair. “Am I comfortable? I’ve committed enough murders to know how to crawl through a vent.” I discard the gelatos, tying the rest of the takeout to my foot and unscrewing the vent.
Addi grabbed the vent as Adelaide unscrewed it. "Huh. I try to stay away from murder, maybe putting people in the hospital, but nothing more."
(Omgeezes I can just imagine Addi and Adelaide bonding. Which will probably include the exchange of horror stories, Adelaide's probably being scarier. LET'S MAKE THIS HAPPEN)
YES)
Goodnight I gtg)
(Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww g'night)
(Morning!)
I shrug. “You kind of have to kill when you’re the daughter of a mafia boss. After you.”
Addison swifty and gracefully pulled herself up into the air duct. "Air ducts. Blair you're so classic." She mumbled to herself.