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conman
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sophisticated
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Post by martin Kingsley on Jul 8, 2015 4:09:38 GMT
 Martin panted heavily, a smug grin gracing his costumed features. He’d made it out alive. They always fell for the ‘bang!’ gun trick. It was easy enough to mix up anyway. Whatever the case he’d managed to evade his persecutors, making out with a wonderfully full briefcase of trinkets and cash that he’d managed to pick up during his performance. Off to the pawn shop with these! Or well- Emir checked his watch. The shop as most definitely closed up for the night. He’d have to put off getting paid for a day.
“Pretty productive for a Friday night at least~” he said to himself, as he strolled idly into a park. He hummed a little tune, allowing himself to relax as he took the scenic way home. Marty fanned himself as he took a seat on a park bench to catch his breath. The chase had been a little trickier than usual. The people he’d conned had been a bit smarter than he liked. He supposed he should’ve waited until it was later and his audience was drunker. “I wish summer would hurry up already.” He complained, setting his briefcase in his lap and opening it to count his loot. At least during the summer he had a surplus of tourists to steal from.
Never mind that it was hot as hell in this all white get up. He sorted through his winnings, taking a money to organize it as he cooled down. He gotten a few money clips but it seemed they were mostly singles. No surprise there. He’d been set up near some strip clubs after all. Some watches, fancy lighters- “Oh is this gold or knock off?” he asked no one picking up a fancier looking watch. Had he jacked someone Rolex? Maybe he hadn’t made as little as he planned. The black grinned to himself, neatly setting the watch back into the briefcase before pausing abruptly. A chill ran down his spine. Had someone interrupted him? Had they found him? He snapped the briefcase shut standing up and putting a hand on the fake gun, a sly grin gracing his lips. “I know you’re there.” He declared confidently, although maybe it was just his paranoia acting up.
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Student/Musician
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Helpless Rom
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Immature
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Menma
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Post by Shurui Ai on Jul 16, 2015 0:37:08 GMT
| i want your love Well he was in quite the predicament and he wasn't quite sure as to how it happened in the first place. Ai was pretty careful most of the time, considering that he always had his most prized possession strapped to his back. So the thought of getting himself into such a situation was just insane on a number of levels.
"What had he done?" you may ask, pondering as to the nature of his carelessness. Well, the answer is rather simple. This moron got caught in a tree by his guitar and couldn't turn around enough to get himself free, and there was no way he was going to slide out of the straps and risk the possibility of his guitar plummeting to its death after him. That guitar was more important to him than having a fully functional internal system. It was more important than his life.
So here he was, dangling in a tree in the park, thankfully well hidden behind the other trees and shrubbery. The boy with the pastel pink locks had wondered about asking for help, but after the last bout of asking someone, only for them to take all the cash in his wallet and run, he figured that it wouldn't be too smart. He had tried to get free again only to hear the branch he was stuck on groan and creak in protest, making him freeze in place promptly. That didn't sound too good at all. Ugh, he would call one of his friends but his phone is on the ground where he couldn't reach. Was this some cruel joke?
A sigh escaped his lips and his shoulders sagged. This was the worst. His feet had fallen asleep ages ago and he was sure he was going to have permanent grooves from the strap along his chest and shoulder. Would he be stuck here forever? Just when he thought this couldn't get any worse, a loud yell of "Who's there!?" shocked him, making him yelp and jolt in surprise. The branch groaned again and he heard the strain of it ready to break and froze, watching it with baited breath.
The branch seemed to settle and he slowly let out a breath of relief, then let out a nervous chuckle. Well, might as well try for help one last time.
"Uh.. hello? Hi? Sorry to startle you..." he called out cautiously, making the apt decision to repress the added comment of not knowing he was even there to save himself from the agony of possible help leaving. "I... ah... got caught in this tree as I was trying to get down. Lame, really, I know. I was wondering if you could help me out? I mean, I'd get out myself but I really don't wanna risk breaking my guitar by not catching it when I fell so..." God, he sounded like the biggest moron on earth. If his friends ever heard of his blunder (or anyone at school really) he'd never live it down.
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25 POSTS
» OCCUPATION (
conman
)
» POSITIVE (
sophisticated
)
» NEGATIVE (
intimidating
)
» PLAYED BY (
kimmy
)
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Post by martin Kingsley on Jul 16, 2015 1:30:23 GMT
Blue eyes darted about his surroundings trying to locate the source of the voice that had called out. So far it was only one and it didn’t sound very menacing. He supposed he was fine. Martin had gone through pains to get to the park in a rather roundabout way. Maybe he should consider packing a change of clothes for getaways like this. He made a small note of that, lowering his faux weapon outwardly still the picture of confidence. Inwardly? Debating on running home. Martin hesitated replying, concentrating on where the stranger was.
The minutes ticked by as he quietly searched before stepping past some shrubbery and catching sight of a pinkette hanging, just barely, from a tree. Despite himself, Martin snickered at the sight wondering if he should take a picture or not. Despite only having the moon as a guide he could still make out the male’s pink hair and the strap that was currently keeping him off the ground. “Isn’t it a little late to be playing damsel in distress?” Martin asked keeping up an air of elegance as he neatly set down his brief case and gun next to it. Not that he was one to talk being a high schooler himself. But he was working at this hour. What was the pinkette’s excuse? Martin, always the show off, tipped his hat to Ai and offered a small bow before introducing himself. “Le Chevalier at your service. Lucky for you I had some business to attend to around here.” The black continued blurting out the name quickly.
He really needed to come up with a more fitting stage name. Still, he supposed anything sounded really good when he spoke with such a charismatic air. Now for the problem on hand. He cast another look at the pinkette above him tapping his chin thoughtfully. According to him, he hadn’t come down for fear of his guitar being harmed. “Well then now that I’m present surely you could come down while I keep watch for your guitar?” the black offered as he moved closer to the hanging kid. He was surprised the guy had held out so long on a tree branch. He would’ve thought with his weight the branch would’ve given out by now. He studied the pink for a moment before noting that perhaps the guy was more familiar than he had anticipated. Shit… Martin suppressed his worry. It was dark and he was, well, in disguise! He held out his arms preparing to catch whatever fell out of the tree, eyes intent on the branch what he could see of the guitar.
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