Teenagers in Italy Roleplay (closed for joining)

"Well obviously you aren't going to tell me how you found the Capulet girl and her Prisoner friend, so I'm just going to let you die. How does that sound?"

(Can Florence get mistaken for someone else, and get kidnapped?)

(why the hell not)

(why the hell not)

(Yeah, why not. How about room service does it?)

"Fine, fine. I have an accomplice." He said, and I turned around.
"Humor me, Montague. Who is it?"
"She's British, a cousin of the Montague family. A tracker from Milan with a good record and blood on her hands. You'll find her in red, tagging behind me for cover."

(that's good, that's good. how?)

(that's good, that's good. how?)

(Like, wut?)

(how are we going to have room service do it? A mix up? She's coming up the stairs and we've oredered frinks or something so we open up the door and you're there in red, and we automatically just kidnap you? Does that work?)

(how are we going to have room service do it? A mix up? She's coming up the stairs and we've oredered frinks or something so we open up the door and you're there in red, and we automatically just kidnap you? Does that work?)

(Ok!)

(Ok!)

I drop Justin's phone on the ground and stomp on it, and he winces. Then I pull out mine and shoot a text to Adelaide.
The Montague has information. I don't know what to do with him, and I think you need to hear it. Come over with Addison as soon as possible.

Florence kept ringing the bell at reception. She left her license in her room, and she left the key there. Of course, she had a bad memory, so she had to leave her extra key there. Nobody came.

I pick up the service phone and order fine wine in Italian, all the ware shooting steel daggers at the man who claimed to be a Montague across the room. The room service maid said she'd be up soon.

I pull my gun out and set it on the table in front of the man, a rouse. It wasn't loaded but I knew he'd jump for it. Then I throw the bits of the broken phone in the trash, apart for the small tracker, which was painted red, and throw it out the window into the open window of a tour bus.

I hear what must either be Addelaide, Addison, or the service maid across the hallway and crack open my door, only to find a lost-looking girl in a red dress.

She doesn't look dangerous, I think to myself, but I open my door the rest of the way and step out into the hall.

I get up off my bed, calling for Addison and jogging out into the hallway, tossing my sunglasses onto the bed. I slip into Oakley's room. "Where is he?"

I hear Adelaide walk in behind me, and sigh. "Over here." I say in a low, dangerous voice. "Adelaide I think we may need to do the old double-prisoner."

(wait explain what is the old double-prisoner?)

( we're going to kidnap Florence and hold her prisoner at the same time as the Montague guy) (but I need your help kidnapping her)

(got it)

I nod, undoing my ponytail and shutting the door after Addison enters. "How do you want to do this? Straight up kidnap her, or ask her to come in, then knock her out? Also, I have some sedatives in my purse for the Montague man." I pause, realizing I should probably be questioning why we're about to kidnap someone. My father's voice drifts back to me, spiking me in the back of the head. Never question your orders, you hear me? Unless you want to end up like the Priority Prisoner, always do as you're told. I shudder inwardly. "Remind me why we're doing this again?"

I look over at her from across the room, glancing between Addison and Adelaide. "We should probably ask her to come in."

"This man here said he had an accomplice tailing him. She's British, and she wears red."

I crack my knuckles, a vicious grin forming on my face. "Leave this to me." I walk over to the door, raising a finger to my lips.

"Oi, my name is Dr. Hestia, I need my keycard! Little help here?"

I grin wickedly, opening the door. "Sure, one second."

"Well, I need the extra keycard for room 801, one room suite? I left mine in my room. I can show you my ID card, if it helps? Oh, lord pray tell, I forgot my meds. And inhaler."

"Anyone?"

"Be nice, Adelaide." I mutter darkly, and the man tied to the chair looks somewhat horrified, which makes me a little happier about the whole situation.

I give her a kind smile, softening my eyes. "Of course, actually– why don't you wait in my friend's room, right over there? We've had quite a few cockroaches in these halls, and it's a hot day, too."

(please go along)

"Come on in," I shout, walking across the room to open my door to the British woman, satnding somewhat in front of the man in the chair.

(is that what you mean)