The Alastor Gang (Private RP) (#EVARRIOR)

(Probably.)

(Lemme know if you want to change the name)

Ripping out a man's tongue hadn't been as fun as it sounds. Timothy took the long way back, leaning on his cane, walking.
He made his way inside of the building, grabbing a cloth and washing the blood off of his gloves. He sat down in a chair and laid his cane across his lap. "I'm back."

"Hey Timmy." Duke kept his eyes on Victoria.

(Yo Scarlet where are you gonna jump in?)

"Timothy." He corrected, narrowing his eyes at Duke.

"Right. Anything new out there?"

Timothy leaned back in his seat, clasping his hands together. "I was going after my own personal endeavors. Not much gang stuff."

"Ah I see." Duke nodded. "As nasty as ever I assume?"

(Yo Scarlet where are you gonna jump in?)

(Oh rIGHT.)

(lol I'll give you an opening)
"Jason was on his way back from a mission last I heard. He should be here any minute…"

"Nasty? I prefer cruel."

(You’re great Sly.)
“Hey Prince, hey Timmy.” Jason said, stepping in.

"It's Duke. And hey."

“Prince sounds cooler.”

Victoria, hands still raised, took a tentative step backwards.

"Timothy."

"No you're not escaping!" Duke lunged forward and grabbed her arm.

Victoria sighed and wrenched her arm away. “Don’t touch me, and I’ll empty my pockets,” she growled.

“Who’s that? Your new girlfriend?” Jason asked, looking at Victoria.

"You still haven't told me your name." He grumbled.

“And I’m not going to,” Victoria said stubbornly.

Timothy cracked a smile, calculating the effects of murdering Jason as of the moment. It wouldn't be in my best interest, but I need to send a message. Don't call me Timmy. No, I wouldn't do it. Jason may not be. . . all that important, but people like him. He has connections.

//I gtg sorry

(Aw bye!)

(Oh wow Timothy.)
Jason ran his fingers through his hair, “How was today?”

"Fine! Cicada brought us some good pickings."

“That’s always good to hear.”

(I gtg in a bit just warning)

(I have to gtg rn so…)