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Discussion in 'ROLEPLAY GRAVEYARD' started by Ruko, Mar 5, 2014.
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Everett was always wandering the streets looking for drugs and money opportunities. He walked into the bank with his black hoodie up. He waited in line as one of the bankers waved him over, "next!" He walked over and the banker looked around and leaned forward and stopped smiling. "You got the stuff." Everett looked around, "Yeah, here." He pulled out a bit of crack and slipped it in the scoop to the banker behind the glass. "Nice," the banker replied as he slipped him $1000. "Meet me here on the third Saturday and we can smoke all our glass." The banker smiled, "seeya there." The banker leaned back and smiled again. "Please come back anytime!" Everett smiled and turned around to exit.
Della walked down the street on her way home from the store. Tomorrow was Saturday. Particularly, the third Saturday. It comes so fast. There were still buildings with shattered windows, and glass still covered certain parts of the streets, all from last month. What real good is a city we are always rebuilding? Del sighed, hurrying down the street, she figured Derek was leaving work just bout now. She rounded the corner, walking up the steps of their tiny two bedroom townhouse.. She struggled to get the key out of her pocket, with all the bags she had. After fiddling with the lock for a couple seconds she let herself in. She closed and locked the door behind her, walking into the kitchen and setting down her bags. She sighed and began putting things away. After she was done, she walked down the hallway and shoved open the door to her room. She picked up her war hammer and wet and sat in the living room, grabbing a rag and polishing her hammer.
Derek was just leaving work as the sun began to set. His office was only two block from the house. Derek worked at Sylvan as a tutor. He hoped to get a job at the school soon, and planned on applying on Monday. He walked up the steps of the blue townhouse, using his key he unlocked the front door, walking into his home. Weirdly enough, his little sister Della, was sitting cross legged on the living room floor, polishing her hammer. He chuckles, "If you're cleaning, my knives could use a polish."
"Oh shove it." Della mumbled in reply. Derek just laughed and went into the kitchen, grabbing an apple and biting into it without washing it. Derek leaned back against the counter and thought about what they would do tomorrow. He assumed he should ask Della if she wanted to stay in or go out. But for now he was just going to finish his apple.