Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8162277-20131203024817/@comment-11245963-20131203221458

Wallace stood on the other side of the relatively small store, skimming through a lengthy novel until a deep, harsh sounding voice broke both the silence and his concentration. Mildly irritated, he fumbled through his pockets, pulling out a rather tangled pair of earbuds, proceeding to untangle the mess that lay in his palm. Once finished, he plugged them in to his music player, stuffed one into his ear, and was about to stuff the other in before some rather suspicious words came out of the man's mouth.

"Oh, well, maybe you could just, uh, show us  exactly  how much you have, and then we can decide how much we want."

Wallace stopped halfway to his left ear, slowly moving his head up from it's former position, a distraught look on his face as he tried to make sense of it all.

''"Is she...getting mugged or something? And here of all places, too?" he thought, reaching into his pockets for his knife, unfortunately finding nothing in the left or right pockets, "Great, I left my weapon at home."''

Unable to do anything at the moment, Wallace opted out of trying to stop the men by force and resorted to peering behind a bookshelf after noticing a reasonable amount of weaponry in the gang's possession.

"Hmm, disappointing." The man said to her. "We'll just have to ask for it all then. And remember, we only ask nicely once."

''"I knew it, she is getting mugged!" ''he thought, somewhat annoyed at how he forgot his weapon when he'd need it the most.

Eventually, the men departed from the store, leaving it in it's previous, silent state. Somewhat worried for the unknown girl, he walked out from behind the bookshelf and slowly approached her.

"Uh, excuse me ma'am, are you okay?"