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Just Us Roleplay
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Just Us RoleplayThey had already gotten far enough away that the sound of the Stun Gun fell on deaf ears. Rubbing her arms and shivering, 5 looked around. "Great. We don't know where we are, or where the bus is. How are we going to do this?"
1 grinned. "And that is why you never disobey the Masked Man." When 19 awoke, he would find himself in a dimly lit room. No one around him, tied to a chair. A single light above him, a lightbulb hanging by a chain
A somewhat timid boy followed the group, now constantly looking behind himself. The encounter with 1 had been quite a shock to him; he wasn't expecting the Masked Man to send dogs on their trail with such haste. He didn't know what to think of the two treacherous Masked Man loyalists, though he did feel rather bad for the young man Mora had abandoned. He shouldn't dwell on it, though, for such ponderings could only lead to paranoia, as he had learned form various past experiences.
Following the girls into what he had heard them call 'Star-bucks', Jonathan couldn't help but gasp. The numerous welcoming odours that hit him along with the beautifully organised treats made the shop into a heavenly place for Twelve, though by normal people's standards, it was an every day shop. Whilst Marusaki was practically robbing the boy, Jake decided he should have something to eat. This was a food shop, after all - he understood the 'food' part. The 'shop' part, not so much.
He casually strolled up to the counter, walking directly past the queue, and picked up some sort of circular dough with small brown lumps in it. Seeing as the food here was apparently here for eating, he assumed it wasn't poisoned.
Somehow managing to be noticed by nobody but a small child and its mother, who gasped and quickly told her child to look away, Jonathan returned to the group, taking a small bite from the treat. Compared to the food from the Community, this was heaven compressed into a single miraculous morsel. He now only nibbled at it, wanting to make it last longer, though he supposed there were always more on the rather low shelf.