《Human After All》A Role Play

How many stars will you rate this role play with?

  • Votes: 1 8.3%
  • ☆☆

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • ☆☆☆

    Votes: 2 16.7%
  • ☆☆☆☆

    Votes: 3 25.0%
  • ☆☆☆☆☆

    Votes: 6 50.0%

  • Total voters
    12
Pics
Trixie bit her lip. She hadn't thought of that; had barely registered that a gun could do so much more than a knife. "It's okay. I'll manage," Trixie said, ignoring the small part of her that rejected her statement. "Maybe I'll throw it, or something. I can handle myself. And you don't have to protect me," she added, stepping to stand next to Charlie, instead of behind him. Her heart was in her mouth, so loud that she marveled that Charlie couldn't hear it.
The gunshots and footsteps came closer, forcing Trixie's muscles to tense, her hand at the knife on her hip. Her stomach had a horrid, achy feel to it. I won't feel the pain if they put a bullet through my head, Trixie joked dryly.
All of a sudden, a large group of men and women rounded the corner, clad in black, with guns at their shoulders. "We are the C.M.I," one of them said. "And we are prepared to shoot."
As Charlie heard their words, he lowered his weapon, wanting to avoid messing with such a powerful group. If you messed with the C.M.I, so many rumors about you could be brought up and put against you.
Slowly putting away his weapon, Charlie avoided making eye contact and instead looked at their weapons cautiously as he asked a pretty reasonable question.
"What's the issue?"
 
As Charlie heard their words, he lowered his weapon, wanting to avoid messing with such a powerful group. If you messed with the C.M.I, so many rumors about you could be brought up and put against you.
Slowly putting away his weapon, Charlie avoided making eye contact and instead looked at their weapons cautiously as he asked a pretty reasonable question.

Trixie frowned. Every instinct in her was screaming, pulling and tugging and clawing to fight, to fight these disgusting, vile people. But there were too many of them, Trixie thought. Charlie was right, not to fight. He was smart. He thought with his brain, not his heart.
But God, Trixie wanted to get revenge, was trembling with the force of her need.
She closed her eyes, trying to reign in her emotions.
She let out a silent snarl, as their leader spoke again. "We are the C.M.I.," he repeated, "and we are here for an arrest."
 
Last edited:
Trixie frowned. Every instinct in her was screaming, pulling and tugging and clawing to fight, to fight these disgusting, vile people. But there were too many of them, Trixie thought. Charlie was right, not to fight. He was smart. He thought with his brain, not his heart.
But God, Trixie wanted to get revenge, was trembling with the force of her need.
She closed her eyes, trying to reign in her emotions. She jumped, as their leader spoke again. "We are the C.M.I.," he repeated, "and we are here for an arrest."
Charlie was rather perplexed at what they were saying.
"I apologize, but, um...Who is being arrested, exactly?" He asked, daring to glance up at their faces every few moments. "And, if I could possibly be granted the knowledge, for what reason?"
(@Garjzla , are you okay with this? I can change what they say if you have a better idea)
(Don't worry, I'm okay with it!)
 
Charlie was rather perplexed at what they were saying.
"I apologize, but, um...Who is being arrested, exactly?" He asked, daring to glance up at their faces every few moments. "And, if I could possibly be granted the knowledge, for what reason?"
(Don't worry, I'm okay with it!)

"Both of you are arrested. I don't deem it fit to tell you why," the leader said, a cruel laugh following his words.
Trixie's heart sped up, like a hummingbird was living in her chest. "What? Why?" she asked, her voice shaky. "We didn't...I didn't..." Trixie looked at Charlie, her eyes wide and desperate. The hand at her knife clenched it so hard that her knuckles were white. "Why?"
 
Last edited:
"Both of you are arrested. I don't deem it fit to tell you why," the leader said, a cruel laugh following his words.
Trixie's heart sped up, like a hummingbird was living in her chest. "What? Why?" she asked, her voice shaky. "We didn't...I didn't..." Trixie looked at Charlie, her eyes wide and desperate. The hand at her knife clenched it so hard that her knuckles were white. "Why?"
"But, sir! This isn't the time of royalty anymore, you can't just lock someone up without a proper trail first, at least! This is America, not the UK in Medieval times." Charlie protested, slightly losing his usually very calm demeanor.
"I have never done anything to protest against the C.M.I. And if I was against it, I would have just shot you, since I have a perfectly good and loaded gun. This just isn't logical." He sighed in frustration.
 
"But, sir! This isn't the time of royalty anymore, you can't just lock someone up without a proper trail first, at least! This is America, not the UK in Medieval times." Charlie protested, slightly losing his usually very calm demeanor.
"I have never done anything to protest against the C.M.I. And if I was against it, I would have just shot you, since I have a perfectly good and loaded gun. This just isn't logical." He sighed in frustration.

A rumble of laughter erupted from the C.M.I. "You misunderstand. We are not arresting you on the terms of American government. We are arresting you under the terms of our government. Legally, you are not 'under arrest'. There are no felonies against you, according to the U.S. government. But, to us? You are prisoners. And believe me, you wish you were being arrested by the U.S. And, as for your gun," the leader paused, a smile tugging at his lips, "you could fire at us. Maybe kill a few. But, you only have one gun. Maybe two, if the girl has one. But we? We have fifty."

Trixie cried out. "This isn't - You can't - There are laws! Someone's going to figure out that two American citizens have vanished!"

"You don't have alibis. Whatever we say against you would be considered true by most."

Trixie closed her eyes. Of course.
 
Aya sighed and shook her head. She was tempted to say something else, but he had no evidence about what she was, so there was no point in worrying. It most likely wouldn't come back to bite her later.
Well, so much for some stargazing Aya thought to herself, checking her phone and deciding that it was too late to stay out any longer. Besides, she didn't trust that guy she had just had a conversation with, and would rather be sure that she was ready for work tomorrow than look at some stars that were in the same place in the sky everyday.
Putting her phone back in her pocket, she swiftly headed back to the city, cursing at how late it had gotten.

(Want to skip ahead and have them meet again?)
 

New posts New threads Active threads

Back
Top Bottom