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Discussion in 'One on One RPs' started by Eluuna, Jun 7, 2018.
“Is this it?” she asked, amused. “Is this where you kill me?”
"Once you find somewhere less busy."
“That’s unfortunate,” she said with a sigh. Quickly, she put the car in reverse and rammed the back of it into a building. Gabriel would feel a sudden pressure on his back, forcing his legs to fold. She pushed her seat back against his legs, effectively trapping him in his seat, and forced her way out of the car, stumbling out quickly, a look of panic crossing her face. Cars slowed from the accident and she waved frantically.
“Someone please help!”
People began to pull over, opening their doors.
He grunted, shoving the blade into a hidden pocket in his coat. He squirmed, trying to get out of the seat.
One citizen escorted her to a car, while others opened their cellphones. She glanced back for a moment, and he would be able to see a glint of good natured amusement. She got in the car and they drove off.
Gabe managed to yank his legs free, and he pulled his hood up and bandana over his face, slipping out of the car and dashing into the alleyway.
Cries echoed through the alleyway, but no one dared to follow.
He hopped up onto the roof, jumping on boxes and ledges before disappearing.
Petra sat on a stool, idly sipping a martini as she read quickly over some notes. The bar wasn't popular, and Petra predicted that it would go bankrupt by June. The lack of customers was good for her, however, so she frequented this one often.
There was group in the back corner, chatting loudly, their voices bright with laughter.
Petra tried her best to ignore them, focusing on her work.
Eventually, each member left one by one, till there was only one left.
She finished her notes and stood up with a sigh, downing the rest of her martini before turning away, pulling her long, black hair back.
She would have recognized the person that sat by the corner, especially the eyes that gazed down at his drink.
She paused, her eyes tracing his figure for a moment. For some reason, she hesitated to leave, tilting her head slightly as she studied him.
His arms were resting on the table, but his right held a drink. His dark hair made his eyes stand out, and his demeanor was relaxed. He didn't see her.