Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-13593058-20151109200044

"D-Didya get her?!" the driver of the van stuttered uncontrollably as he violently steered the vehicle through the on-coming traffic. His heart raced while his pupils dilated and darted around the road then to his partner beside him who had half of his body leaned out of the open window. "Well?!"

His partner returned to his initial position, drawing the window pane back up as he did so with a satisfied chuckle and a smoking launcher in his hands. "Relax will ya? I got'em, little girl din't stand a chance!" He placed the unloaded weapon behind his seat and buckled himself in. He noticed that his companion was still shaken from the incident. "Loosen up, man!" He placed his hands on the driver's shoulders, "I said she's gone, ye?"

"B-but that's the first time anyone's been after us!" the driver's anxiety finally let loose, "W-w-what if the cops show up next?! We're screwed! Game over man! Game over!"

"Just drive, damnit! Obviously we gon'n get caught if you scared of e'vrything." his partner scolded.

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"That will be $18.50." a monotoned woman declared. The jingling sound of coins were heard followed by the secure crack of a shut steel box. The cashier bowed in an obligated but polite manner towards the customer in front of her, several strands of her crisp white hair fell to her noise as she did so which covered her eyes. She then regained her posture and brushed her hair out of the way revealing a set of striking Alice Blue eyes.

Looking around, one could see a bright room lit by several large rectangular fluorescent lights which shined upon many shoulder height shelves lined with cheap snacks and gimicky products. The walls had cold refridgerators with glass paneled doors imbedded into them which were stocked with various soft drinks, icecream and occasionally milk. On the corner of the room, a small TV was mounted as well which showed the latest news along with the weather and highway conditions. Finally the cashier's counter was lined with brightly coloured candiers, gums and advertisments for lottery tickets as well as the ever present cheap cash register and equally as worthless employee.

An everyday convienience store it seems.

The cashier, however, was quite different as her appearance seemed quite odd and unapproachable. Her clothing consisted of a bright green apron with black dress pants, tucked in white dress-shirt and an equally green tie. A cheap plastic nametag hung itself sheepishly by the cashier's rather large bust.

'Alice Sanya' it read.

She seemed quite attractive with a desirable body shape, perfectly pale skin, mysteriously white hair and eyes. A tall woman, however, reaching just about six feet in height.

She sighed miserbly before turning her head towards the TV on the wall:

...''the reconstruction of the casino is expected to generate enormous income for business, government and private sector alike. Earlier this year the first Barne's Luxury Club was destroyed in a fire, police suspected arson but no evidence was found. In an interview with Donovan Barnes, the owner and manager of the new casiono, he stated that the new club will have improved security measures and better facilities for gamblers and party'goers. Earlier this year, Barnes was under accusation and investigation for suspected illegal activities in his casino, we asked for his comment, but was refused. The new Barne's Luxury Club will be scheduled for a grand openning in 2 weeks.''

Now, onto the weather...

Alice pursed her lips with the thought in mind, a new club means another bar to waste away in. Perhaps she would pay a visit.

She retrieved the TV remote from near-by and switched channels until she came across a rather urgent story.

...''officials are baffled by the recent string of rampant kidnappings in every kingdom. As on today, the locations of 43 individuals remain unknown, according to police reports. Officials are unable to pinpoint a culprit despite cooperations between both the law enforcement and Hunters. Victims consist of children aged 9-12, all of which reported missing during broad daylight without much notice. Our hearts and prayers go to all affected by this. The police advise citizens to remain calm but parents have begun to express outrage for the lack of development as of recent. We well be ba...''

Suddenly, grey van burled its way into the store, taking half of it with it before speeding away.

"What the fuck was that noise!" the voice burly man yelled from the hidden door behind Alice. A slit opened and a gruff looking fat man appeared dressed in a grease stained tank top, cargo shorts and sandals. His face was unkept with bits of cheese stained beard and a balding head of hair. "M-m-My shop!" His face sunk has he took in what had happened, tears welling in his eyes. Alice only looked on, not very sympathetic. "What did you do?!" the man questioned her, his grief slowly turning to anger.

"Nothing Mister Crangly. It seems-" she pointed to the end of the street where the can had disappeared off to, "some drunk may have been behind a wheel."

The man looked towards where she pointed but found nothing but a trail of glass, steel and concrete. He closed his eyes in frustration before turning around and declared to Alice.

"You're fired!"

"But I didn't do anything." she retorted will very little care in her voice. That frustrated Crangly even more.

"Out. Get out!" he berrated Alice and forcefully pushed the woman out of the ruins of the store. Alice stood by the sidewalk, expressionless, and observed his former employer march sternly back into the hidden room. She took a deep breath and sighed again before deciding to walk home.

Maybe she was going to pay that club a visit way earlier than she thought.