Teenagers in Italy Roleplay (closed for joining)

"Why won't you just go to sleep?" I ask incrediously. "Get up." I sigh, and she follows suit. "Get in the chair." I gesture with my gun lazily.

"Oi, that hurt! Who are you, tell me who put you up to this, goddammit!"

she's unconcious

(Guys I don't mean to sound rude, but can you keep swearing at a minimum please?)

(Ok, but this scene has a lot of tension, and Florence gets cussy when stuff like this happens, ya know.)

"Oi, that hurt! Who are you, tell me who put you up to this, goddammit!"

she's unconcious

(NOOOO)

"Get in the chair." I gesture again, getting frustrated.

(Guys I don't mean to sound rude, but can you keep swearing at a minimum please?)

(Ok, but this scene has a lot of tension, and Florence gets cussy when stuff like this happens, ya know.)

(Then can you censor pls?)

(Guys I don't mean to sound rude, but can you keep swearing at a minimum please?)

sure thing

I agree

(Thank you)

"I am in you fucking chair, now tell me what the bloody hell is going on!"

(Guys I don't mean to sound rude, but can you keep swearing at a minimum please?)

(Ok, but this scene has a lot of tension, and Florence gets cussy when stuff like this happens, ya know.)

(Then can you censor pls?)

(Um…)

"I am in you fucking chair, now tell me what the bloody hell is going on!"

please censor, @Natasha asked politely

(Guys I don't mean to sound rude, but can you keep swearing at a minimum please?)

(Ok, but this scene has a lot of tension, and Florence gets cussy when stuff like this happens, ya know.)

(Then can you censor pls?)

(Um…)

(Abigail Dara, I'm thirteen and very bothered by cursing and swearing.)

I sigh, injecting her with the right needle this time. She falls over, unconcious.

Alright. Either you stop cussing, or I kick you. YOur choice.

Addison looked at the girls. "I'll be in the room if you need me." Then she went back to the other room, collapsing on her bed. She hadn't been able to sleep for a long time. She at once fell into a fitful sleep.

I walk over to the door and close it, looking at the slumped over girl in the chair and the slightly terrified Montague next to her. I sigh, and then tie the girl in red down, giving Adelaide a hushed look. "Either the hotel staff is going to see this, or I need to go get my wine." I laugh lightly. "I'll be right back."

In a dream, memories came together. Young Florence was sitting under a tree, she was about twelve. She was reading a book, Frankenstein, by Mary Shelly. "Ha ha, look at this, it's the loser. Tell me, Florence, why your dad killed your mom? Was it because you drove him mad?" another girl said, stepping in now. Florence replied, cooly, "Well, no. I want you to leave, Sharon. Please." Sharon said, "Oh look, it's your biography, Monster." and tore the book in half. "Please, stop it, that's a library book!" "Why should I? Wuss." Sharon kicked Florence, and called over her friends. They beat her up, and left her there, unable to move. Another scene, her dad beating her, her mother trying to pull her drunk husband away. Florence woke, and was tied to the chair. Crap.

Alright. Either you stop cussing, or I kick you. YOur choice.

(Sorry, I will try to make it happen less, and censor it, apologies.)

I shrug with a laugh. "Go ahead. Don't mind me, I'll just be eating all of this garlic bread and picking the procciuto off this pizza so that I can hog it! Also, if you're going out, would you mind grabbing some gelatos?"

(Florence is gagged btw)

(What happens now?)

(Florence is gagged btw)

(Yeah, obviously, I suppose. Thx!)

"Yeah, sure. I'll be out for a while, I have to get clothes for the next couple of days too. And hey!" I laugh. "Don't touch my pizza." I steal a slice and give her a meaningful look before I walk out the door. "Do what you want with the Montague and the Florence girl. Get information, kill them, I don't really care." I glance at the girl in red. "Just don't leave a mess."

I hum, cutting myself a slice of the delicious pizza and taking a bite.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be out for a while, I have to get clothes for the next couple of days too. And hey!" I laugh. "Don't touch my pizza." I steal a slice and give her a meaningful look before I walk out the door. "Do what you want with the Montague and the Florence girl. Get information, kill them, I don't really care." I glance at the girl in red. "Just don't leave a mess."

"Sure.", I reply.

"What the bleeding h*ll?" Florence said, muffled.

"LET ME OUT!!!" she yelled, dislodging the gag.

I sigh, walking over and shoving a muteness pill in her mouth, covering her nose and mouth with my hand until he swallows. Good. She'll be silent for the next hour.

I walked down the cobblestone street and find a little clothing boutique, walking in and collecting enough clothing for the week. It was definitely night now, and the shopkeeper kept glancing at me like she wanted me to hurry so she could close up. I paid and then left, taking the long way back over bridges and across parks to kill time while Adelaide was with the prisoners, and thought about my family back home. The goal here was to bring down Verona's organized crime. I was here with Adelaide to find something my father took, and Justin was a start. As soon as that something was found, she was going to take my seat at the Montague dinner table so to speak, and then kill my father. And I was going to be free.

Florence realized that someone else was tied to her, back to back.

Florence pretended to swallow, but when nobody was looking, she spit out the pill.