Refund Rpg - ft. Muse
First ever RPG posting so bare with me I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m going to take a page from Muse and post it as so…
also check out Muse’s page before I forget to link it–> Muse
Entry’s made by me are marked with an (L) and entry’s from Muse are marked (M) before each entry. Anything OCC, that’s out of character, deemed important to the story will be in BOLD. so let’s begin.
Starter: “At this point I’d like to remind you there are no refunds.“
(M) Ralys grabbed the item that had been placed on the counter, scanning it without as much of a glance. He’d pulled an all nighter the night before because dammit, a marathon of Firefly was a hell of a lot more important than sleep. He dropped the item into a bag and rubbed his cheek, “Yeah, I’d like to remind you there are no refunds.” He said to the girl who was standing across the counter. God, he needed to get more sleep…
(L) What? its a dang pocket knife. The girl thought. Resisting the urge to sigh she picked the bag up, eyes hidden behind a pair of dark shades. When she spoke her voice was soft and hesitant. “T-thank you,” she mumbled, “do you have a public restroom?”
(M) Ralys leaned against the counter, “Money, please.” He said, exasperated as he holds his hand out. “As for the bathroom,” He nodded his head in the general direction. “Back there.” He briefly contemplated adding, “I’ll need you to sign a waver though, just in case you catch a disease or something.” just for shits and giggles, because the bathroom was a serious shit hole. He’d be damned if he ever used it… Of course, he didn't say this. It would've been damn funny, though.
(L) “How much?“ the girl asked as she reached into the backpack slung across her chest. She rummaged for a second then produced a simple grey pleated wallet. She unfolded it, a student ID in the clear plastic holder. It showed the girl, her long, redish, orange hair going out of frame. The light freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks barely shown by the photo. Her credentials were listed, along with her name. In the far corner was the insignia of the local high school.
(M) He poked at the small, rectangle screen above the cash register which read in green numbers, $8.99 He glanced at her wallet, noticing the student ID. His brows furrowed as he looked over his shoulder at the clock; 1:43. School hours. Should he ask about it? ‘Don’t see the harm in it. You've never really been one to stay out of other peoples business.’ Ralys blinked. That wasn't true, he hated being in other peoples business. Everyone should just leave everyone else alone, that’s how he saw it. ‘Just ask.’ "No.” He muttered.'Yeees.’ Dammit, “Why aren't you in school!?” He said it a lot louder and more insistent than he’d meant to. He could imagine that stupid voice grinning like he’d accomplished something. Fuck him.
(L) Picking through the few dollars left from her allowance the girl more or less ignored him by seeming busy. She mentally cursed the boy behind the counter for being so observant. Yes she was as student and yes she should have been in gym class right about now rather then at the cheapest gas station buying an easily concealed weapon. But did he need to know that? No. Slapping a ten dollar bill down on the counter she closed her wallet quickly. “Excuse me?” Play innocent, play innocent, her subconscious yammered at her.
(M) Ralys plucked the paper currency from the counter, waving it slightly between two fingers. She didn't want to talk about it, and that was fine by him. Mashing a button on the cash register, the money tray popped out and he extracted her change, sliding it across the counter toward her. ‘Pry.’ Sang the voice. “Don’t fuck up the bathroom.” Ralys said, shutting the cash register.
(L) The girl took the money from him, skin touching for only a second but it was long enough to realize she felt colder then normal. Unable to stop herself she glared at him but the sunglasses hid her eyes. The crinkle in her brow was visible thou under her bangs. Stuffing the money in her bag she turned away from him. Prick, she thought.
(M) ‘You’re really fun at parties, aren’t you?’ “Oh, shut up.” Ralys sighed, stretching his arms as he turned around and leaned against the counter. How long until his shift was over? He looked up at the clock again. He hadn't even been here an hour. He was going to die. What if someone came to rob the place? That’d be really nice. They’d probably give him a week off or something. Downside would be having to talk to the police; to people. Ew. Another con being the chance of him getting shot by whoever was robbing the place. ‘Would that be a con, though?’ The voice asked, 'Would it, reeeally?’ “Yes.” Ralys replied aloud, rolling up one of the sleeves of his uniform.
(L) Pushing the door of the bathroom open the girl made a face at the interior. She walked up to the mirror and dropped her book bag on the floor before pulling the pocket knife out. She stared at it long and hard before removing her sunglasses and holding the blade up to her hair. She stared at herself in the mirror, one golden eye shinning in the dim lighting form over head, a pale colorless one accompanying its partner looking dull and mute. It was like two different people were staring back at her. One who matched the ginger high school girl with freckles and soft spoken voice. And then another who screamed for mercy, to be hear in the roar of voices surrounding them. The faint sound of metal biting into her fluffy locks tore her gaze from her face and to the now detached section of red in her hand. This is for the best. No one will know who I am. No one has to know who I was. The blade bit into another chuck of hair, severing it from her head.
(M) It was slow and the ticking of the clock seemed to grow loud in Ralys’ ears. He couldn't necessarily say he was ungrateful for the noisiness, since it seemed to be keeping him from face planting the floor and just falling asleep. Note to self: Go to fucking sleep. And there wasn’t much to do other than stand there. He could clean the bathroom? He’d have to wait for the high schooler playing hookey to get out. And even then, he wasn’t really gung ho about throwing himself into that kind of work. God, no. He was pretty sure half of that brown crusty shit on the wall was just there, with no hope of ever coming off. He whined. He needed to find a new job, because this was literally the worst.
(L) Throwing the last bit of her hair into the trashcan the girl dared a glance at the cracked mirror. Her hair, once hanging to mid back now came to just passed her ears. The fluff still maintained itself in the short remaining locks. Using a small brush from her bag she parted it down the side, using the left half to hide her golden eye. It didn’t look half bad. Maybe even good, if someone had done it with scissors. But the rugged nature of the cut ends seemed to add to the charm. Kneeling she pulled out a sweater with a skull on it and a pair of black frame glasses. the lenses were real but there was no prescription on them so anyone could wear them without getting sick from the world being distorted around them. She slid them on and pulled the hood over her head to hide the white tank top she wore, her school uniform top in the bag. She stuffed it in further and zipped it shut before slinging it back over her shoulder and exiting the sorry excuse of a bathroom.
(M) Ralys perked up at the sound of the bathroom door opening, head spinning around to look. He was still trying to figure out whether or not he should clean it. Better, he could just reorganize shelves or something, that seemed a lot more bearable than cleaning the bathroom- the bathroom which a girl was exiting- a girl that didn’t look exactly like the girl that had entered before. 'Are we gonna pry yet?’ Ralys rolled his eyes. Though it wouldn’t hurt… “Do you do house calls?” He quipped, “I could use a bit of a trim.” He said, patronizingly. 'You need to go back to socializing school.’ He ignored the voice, propping his elbow on the counter and resting his chin in his hand. “So you skipped school for this?”
(L) The girls head snapped up, full on glaring at him. “mind your own damned business.” she snapped acting completely different. She walked right passed him, the chain on her hip rattling as she went. (forgot to mention she threw her id away in the trash too, it’s important later)
(M) He put both hands on the counter, lifting himself up so he could swing his legs around to the front and sit. “So is that a no to the trim?” He called after her, looking amused. Man, if people came in here and cut their hair more often so he could make fun of them, his five hour shift would be a lot more bearable.
(L) The girl ignored him, going down the snack and candy isle. What an annoyance , she thought as she picked up three candy bars and some chips. “Do you have any warm food?” she calls over the shelf to the boy, looking at him.
(M) He pointed to the freezers on the far side of the small convenience store. “There’s some frozen shit over there, you can toss it in the microwave at the…” He paused to look at the table off to the side of the freezer area. What the hell was that called? “-service whatever.” He finished lamely with a wave of his hand. “Or you could grab a sandwich, I guess. But the lettuce is floppy and disgusting, so I wouldn’t waste cash on that.” He supposed giving bad reviews for the merchandise wasn’t very good salesmanship. Eh, he didn’t really care. “So what’s up with the hair?” He asked, kicked his feet back and forth, messing with one of his earrings. “Are you a criminal?” He prodded. 'This is what I like to see!’ Shut up. He was bored out of his fucking mind, and she hadn’t left yet. Making some form of conversation wouldn’t kill anyone.
(L) For the slightest moment the girl froze. Turning she walked over where the sandwiches were. He doesn’t know anything. Just ignore him. He’s just a prick. Reaching into the open cooler she pulled out two turkey sandwiches before walking back to the boy and standing in front of him. She shoved some of the food at him “Will you just do your job and leave me alone.”
(M) He snorted, “When I signed up for the job, I specifically checked the little box that said Harass the Customers.” Ralys said, pulling his legs up and turning, hopping off of the counter onto the worker side, opposite of the girl. “This all you’re getting, Raggedy Ann?” He asked as he dropped what she’d given him onto the counter. Damn, she’d gotten the stupid sandwiches. Was insulting the product the way to get kids to buy things nowadays? He’d have to try it more often. He began picking them up one by one, scanning them and placing them into the plastic bags off to the side.
(L) Crossing her arms the girl rolled her eyes, unimpressed with his little insult. It wasn’t like she hadn’t heard it all through grade school after all. Her gaze drifted down to the candies under the counter. Grabbing a few packs of gum she tossed them at him “Add these.”
(M) Ralys made a noise as he failed to catch the gum and was instead hit with them. He narrowed his eyes at her and picked them up, scanning one, “Yes, ma'am.” He muttered. “You going back to school after this, or are you some kind of runaway?” He asked, scanning another item. Prodding. If someone were doing it to him, he’d probably punch them in the face. Fortunately, he was the perpetrator, so he had little to worry about. Unless she decided to punch him? 'You sold her a knife, she could always just stab you.’ Oh god. And all he had to protect himself was- he looked at the bag of chips in his hand -fuck. He shook the thoughts away. He wasn’t going to get stab him. That’d be ridiculous. If she was going to do something like that, she probably would have done it by now. He thought of asking another question, but instead kept his mouth shut. He’d just leave his first question open.
(L) She ignored him, leaning her elbow on the counter and resting her chin on it. She waited in utter silence for him to finish. Come on, just be quiet and scan shit. She thought to herself, keeping quiet because she was beginning to feel like she was being as big a pain as he was. And that thought was enough to make her frown. Like him? Oh lord help me. The faint rumble of her stomach vibrated through her midsection. Coughing she tried to cover the noise, heat flaring in her cheeks.
(M) Ralys paused to look at her, pierced eyebrow raised at the sound of her stomach’s yelling. Slowly, he got back into the rhythm of scanning and soon he was finished. “You’re a talkative one.” He commented, holding the too bags out to her. For some reason, these roles seemed switched. He was often the one to just keep his mouth shut and get shit done. Either curiosity had won this round, or he was just that desperate for entertainment. He was leaning more toward the latter. He wasn’t fucking curious. She could jump off a bridge for all he cared. Okay, maybe not jump off a bridge. That seemed a little heartless. 'What if she’s going to jump off of a bridge?!’ The voice shrieked melodramatically. “You’re not going to jump off a bridge or anything fuckin’ stupid like that, are you?” Ralys asked in a low hiss, brows furrowing. Learning to keep his mouth shut was probably a good idea.
(L) Glaring at the boy again the girl snatched the bags from him. “What do you care? Why can’t you keep your nose out of other peoples business?” She shot back. Darn it woman, what happened to not wanting to be a douche like him? Her stomach growled and her face heated up even more, her freckles standing out against her rosy cheeks. Turning she stomped outside. I need food. A gust of wind slapped her in the face, her new hair style whipping around, revealing her odd multicolored eyes. Squinting she turned her back to the wind. How am I going to eat without everything being blown away? It’s not like i have a car, or a place to go. And I sure as hell ain’t hanging around this place.
(M) ’She has a point, you’re being really nosy.’ Ralys glared at nothing in particular, since he couldn’t really glare at the voice loitering in his mind. “Shut the fuck up, you’re the one that wanted me to pry anyway.” 'Really? I don’t recall.’ He rolled his eyes and was about to continue doing what he’d been doing before- meaning sit still and stare mindlessly at the wall for the next five hours -but noticed, “She didn’t pay.” He stated. Leaning over the counter to look out the glass doors, he saw her still standing there. Lucky break, his ass would have been fired if a large sum of money like that had gone missing from the cash register. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to put some of his own personal money in there.Rushing to circle around the counter, he ran outside, “Hey!” He yelled at the girl, though raising his voice was unnecessary with their close proximity. It was slightly difficult to hold the door open in the wind. (My only weakness, I’m weak!) “You forgot to pay!” He snapped at her.
(L) Head turning to the sound of the boys voice she grimaced. Dang I didn’t notice. Her stomach growled again. Sliding the bags on one arm she pulled her wallet out of the sweater’s pocket. “Here just keep it!” Tossing the wallet at the boy she marched on. “It’s fifteen bucks,” she said to herself, “if that pays it all great.” Turning the corner she stumbled some, the wind trying to throw her into traffic going down the road. Stupid nature, take a pill.
(M) Ralys caught the wallet. When he looked up, the girl was already rounding the corner, “Wait!” He shouted after her, pocketing the wallet and jogging after her. What the fuck was with this heavy wind? He turned around the corner. He wished he could… hit the wind. Hitting things solved everything. But no, smacking the wind would prove of no use, which was annoying and just made him want to hit it more. “Hey,” He started, leaning against the side of the building, “you can sit around in the break room inside or something.” He offered the girl, “Until the wind quits being a bitch.” He added, squinting at the sky. Sunny and windy; the worst kind of weather.
(L) Her lips curled in disgust. “why would I want to eat in that place.” It’s so… gross, and dirty, and gross. “And you have your money so leave me alone you perverted stalker!” By the end she’s shouting at him. The wind dies down a little them full on shoves at the boy almost like it didn’t like his little comment about it.
(M) Ralys stumbled back, just barely keeping himself on his feet. Perverted stalker? He scowled and turned back, walking back to the entry and going inside without another look back. If she wanted to be a bitch, that was fine by him. He hoped all of her shit would fly off in the wind and get run over by a car. 'Rude.’ Shut up.
(L) Sighing the girl turned down the alleyway just a few feet from where she stood. The wind was little more than a gentle breeze between the buildings, blowing just enough to ruffle her hair. Taking the book bag off she threw it down, using it as a makeshift pillow. “Least now I can eat in piece before I go.” She sighed, something about the pain held in those last few words bringing down her mood. The grocery bags crinkled as she pulled a sandwich from the bag. “Darn it I forgot something to drink.” She smacked her forehead against the plastic sandwich container. “Should I risk going back? Hell he’s probably going to want more money for the food.”
(M) Ralys hopped up and sat on the counter again, taking the wallet from his pocket and opening it. Just like she’d said, there was fifteen dollars inside. He looked at the total, which was still visible in green numbers on the screen above the cash register; $15.78 He huffed, leaning back and popping the money tray open, putting the fifteen dollars inside. He reached into his other pocket- where his own wallet sat -and pulled from it another dollar which he put into the cash register, extracting the change and dropping the coins back into his wallet, which was put back into his pocket. “Congratulations, Ral.” He huffed, shutting the cash register again and stretching his arms over his head, “You just did exactly what you said he wouldn’t do.” A dollar wasn’t so much, though. He’d live. He supposed it was worth it, if it meant he didn’t have to go hunt down the bitch redhead for more money.
(L) The bell over the store door rung as two men walked into the building. The first one was broad shoulder and sporting a nice black suit and matching black pants. His black hair was tousled, almost hanging in his eyes, or rather hanging over a pair of dark sun glasses. He passed the boy without a word, heading towards the back of the store. His partner, a man slightly taller than him, stood in the doorway. Dark sun glasses hid his eye from view just as they had the first mans but this time the fierce some looking man was wearing an old timey pin stripped suit. Flashing the cashier a smile he made his way to the snack food isle, browsing casually.
(M) Ralys looked up at the sound of the bell. He narrowed his eyes at the two men, but donned a look of confusion when he was smiled at. The second man wasn’t half bad looking, he supposed. ‘your gay is showing’ “Let me know if you need help with anything.” He said dully, jumping down and going around to the back of the counter. He doubted they would need help. It was a fairly small convenience store, if you couldn’t find something in here you were probably blind. That, or too lazy to look for yourself. 'Are we going to talk to them too?’ That was a no. He’d done quite enough socializing for one day. The situation with the girl was precisely why he wasn’t into talking to people. He was either too distant, or too pushy. There was no happy medium. He’d prefer to come off as a heartless asshole than- he shuddered -a perverted stalker.
(L) The first man disappeared for a few moments as he entered the bathroom. Standing in the middle of the room he pushed his sunglasses up on his head, a flash of silver showing in the broken mirror. His eyes scanned the floor, noticing a few strands of long red hair that stood out against the white tile flooring. He stooped down, picking a hair up and, oddly enough, holding it to his nose for a sniff. Pine and lilac clung to the tiny hair almost undetectable but present enough for him to catch. With a grunt he rose, checking the trash can, seeing a white plastic rectangle laying atop a mass of that red orange hair.
The second man picked up a large blueberry muffin, still browsing the junk foods. The first man lumbered out of the restroom, his black suit jacket un-buttoned and the sun glasses back over his eyes. He wondered up to the second man, holding out something white to him. Taking the object the man turned it over and grinned. They shared a nod and scary man number one headed for the counter, reaching into his jacket. There was a loud clicking sound from inside that jacket but the man’s hand never emerged. It just stayed concealed in the depths of the dark depths.
“Boy.” The second man said as he walked around his associate. “I’ll ask you this once, so pay attention.” he smiled sweetly but the tone of his voice dripped with venom. “Do you know this girl?” He held up the plastic rectangle for the cashier to see. It had a familiar photo in the corner of a red headed girl, words printed across the middle described her as a senior whose name was Irish Miller. In the other corner was the mark of the local high school.
(M) While the two men went around the store, Ralys distracted himself with sweeping behind the counter. It was an endless amount of dirt on the floor, it seemed.
“Boy.” He didn’t look up, but instead glanced at his nametag. Apparently people didn’t pay attention to these things anymore. “I’ll ask you this once, so pay attention.” That made up lift his gaze to stare at the man. He looked intimidating, and had a menacing air about him. Pay attention… Hmm, no. He wasn’t very good at taking orders, especially from strangers. “Do you know this girl?” The man asked.
Ralys looked at the ID card, immediately recognizing it as the one that belonged to the girl. His eyes trailed over to the first one, whose hand was in his jacket. 'Ooh, are we getting robbed?’ No. 'If you get shot, can I keep your belongings?’ Ralys’ brows furrowed. Damn voice needed to shut the fuck up. He looked at the ID again, and for the sheer motive of being uncooperative- people should learn to be a little less bossy -he shook his head. “Now when you say 'know’, do you mean it in the biblical sense, or…?”
(L) The second mans eye twitched. This kid, he thought, would be best in a casket six foot under. Placing the ID card on the counter the first man slid his sunglasses off and folded them, neatly tucking them into his shirt collar. “I did say I would ask once.” He popped the muffin open acting nonchalant despite the death glare he was giving the boy. “So why don’t you ask him, Diedrick?”
The first man’s hand eased from his jacket. The shine of metal caught the lights over head. The barrel of a gun pressed to the cashiers head. “Or?” he prompted with a grunt.
The first man bit into his muffin, leaning on the counters edge, silver eyes staring the boy. Those silvery orbs looked dead. Not in the dull lifeless sense but in the sense that he didn’t care about life, the life at the end of his friends barrel to be specific.
(M) ’Oooh, called it.’ Ralys stiffened. Maybe antagonizing the large men that could probably take his life away in the blink of an eye wasn’t the best tactic. Internally, he whined. “Look, I don’t know the chick.” He said, surprisingly able to keep his voice level despite the face his heart was practically in his throat, pumping a mile a minute.
Technically, it wasn’t a lie? And he’d be damned if he went and sold some girl out so she could get shot by burly men who can’t find prescriptions for a chill pill. “I just got on shift,” He continued, “whoever she is, she must’ve came in before I got here.” He toyed nervously with the hem of his shirt and looked over to the man eating the muffin. Unable to stop himself- because making jokes were prudent in serious times -he said, “I suppose you’re not going to pay for that?”
(L) Diedrick’s arm swung over to the right. Squeezing the trigger he put a bullet right in the boys ring finger. “Where did she go?” he asked.
“It’s too early for a shift change.” The second man said without skipping a beat. “According to your schedule anyway.” He placed a print out down on the counter of the schedule for this week. Pulling a paper from his inner coat pocket he placed down a black and white photo next to that. It showed the girl when she first came in and the boy behind the counter looking bored. The picture was grainy like an old security camera had taken the photo but it was still easy to tell who was who.
(M) Searing pain shot through his hand, a scream tore through his throat and he stepped back, holding his hand to his chest by the wrist as blood gushed from where his finger used to be. “Fuck, fuck,” He whimpered, taking a moment to collect himself. Swallowed over the lump in his throat, he snapped his head back up, glaring at the two men. “If you’re such damn good detectives, find her your-fucking-selves!” He growled.
'This ain’t looking good for you, buddy.’ “Shut up.” He snapped. The voice laughed, he was clearer and louder with the near unbearable pain that coarsed through his hand and made his arm ache. 'They’re probably gonna shoot you again if you’re not cooperative.’ Ralys breathed heavily, closing his eyes and trying to distract himself from the pain. They’d probably shoot him if he told them what they wanted to know, either way it was a lose-lose situation. So he just kept his mouth shut. 'Party pooper.’
(L) Diedrick pulled the hammer back again. The gun clicked ominously as it lowed to one of the boys feet. “And where might she be?”
The second man laughed at the word detective. “Detective?” he laughed again. “I’ll tell you what kid. since you made me laugh I’ll call the ambulance for you. After you tell me what way she went.”
(M) “I don’t know where she went.” Ralys hissed, eyeing the gun. He was beginning to shake and his head began to feel like air. Again, the statement wasn’t technically a lie. More of a lie than the last one, but not quite a full on lie. He wouldn’t lose sleep over it. Then again, he didn’t really lose sleep over lying anyway, so that wasn’t much of a risk. “If I knew, I would’ve told you.” Now that was a lie. He wasn’t telling these two assholes anything. If there was a chance he’d die because of all of this, he wanted to make their job- whatever the hell that might have been -incredibly difficult.
(L) Diedrick starts to pull the trigger again but stops when the entrance to the store burst open, wind whipping through the door. Arm swinging quickly he aimed at the source of the blast but nothing was there.
“Tch, looks like we’re out of time today.” The first man says, as his papers flew around the room. Straightening he slid his sunglasses on. “We’ll see you next time, Ralys. And for your sake I hope you have more information.” With a sweet smile he turned and headed out the door, waving Diedrick off with a simple gesture.
The second man vacated with his buddy and the door swung shut with a slam. The wind howled outside until their fancy suited figures were out of sight.
(M) Ralys glared after them, even after they were out of sight. “I need to call 911.” He mumbled after a long, silent moment. Blood had begun forming a small pool at his feet and was trailed down his arm, sticky and warm. He made his way into the back room, pushing through the door with the “Employees Only” sign plastered to it. On the wall just inside was a phone on the wall.
He looked at his hand, where the finger was missing. It was disgusting and gnarled looking. “I’m gonna throw up.” He groaned, grabbing the phone and dialing 911. A man answered and Ralys blurted out, “I’ve been shot.”
The man calmly asked him a couple of questions and Ralys managed not to snap; “Are the shooters still there?”, “What’s your address?” He supplied the man with the information as the questions were asked, “An ambulance is on the way, can you-” Ralys didn’t wait to hear what he was saying next but instead hung up the phone and slumped against the wall, sliding down it to sit on the floor. This was just fantastic.
(L) “Why didn’t you tell them?” the girl asked Ralys. “you would have been fine if you told them you idiot.”
(M) Ralys looked toward the voice. His expression contorted into a look of disgust. “What the fuck do you want?” He asked, his tone anything but friendly.
(L) The girl glares, throwing gauze at him “wrap that up before you bleed out.” she turns to leave. “I’m taking a Monster.” Why did I even bother trying to help him?
(M) “Don’t tell me what to do!” Ralys said, raising his voice. He didn’t bother picking the gauze up. He’d rather bleed out and die than listen to her. It was her fault he was in this mess anyway. “You better pay for that Monster.” He added, “We don’t run a donation service here.”
(L) She sighs at hearing his response. “Then die. See if I care.” Sirens start wailing from down the block. The girls head snaps up “Already?” Jerking the cooler door open she grabbed the first energy drink her fingers touched, bolting for the front door. I have to get out of here. Why did I even come back!
(M) The sirens blaring caught his attention. He hoped she got caught by someone. Seeing her face again made him wish he’d just sold her out to the suited men. He’d still have a finger and maybe she’d be dead. 'Oh now you’re just being bitter.’ “Damn right I’m being bitter.” He growled at the voice.
(L) “Shit, Shit, Shit” She kept repeating as she ran down the sidewalk, turning down an alley. Her lungs burned with the need for air. So out of shape, dang it. Hunching over she gasped for air. I should be ok now. If the cops are here they won’t come.
(M) Ralys barely registered the door to the convenience store opening. His previous exhaustion from having not slept the night before, plus everything he’d been through in the past hour, he was ready to just close his eyes and pass out. Had it really only been an hour? Damn. Life really does go passed rather quickly.
He heard voices shouting, he couldn’t quite make out the words but he heard them. He yelled back to them wordlessly, just an indication of where he was. Paramedics came into the back room and honestly, he couldn’t remember much after that.
And that’s the end so far. It’s possible the final end for this RPG since the OC’s, that’s Original Character’s, used wouldn’t want to or have a viable reason to met up again.
So why was Irish running? You will never know, MUAHAHA.