Post by Kurai on Aug 19, 2017 17:24:06 GMT -5
You'll never take us alive
We swore that death will do us part
They'll call our crimes a work of art
You'll never take us alive
We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners
Partners in crime...
This is a sorta Bonnie and Clyde type rp. Our characters are petty criminals, she's madly in love with him and he knows he can use that to his advantage. She will do anything he says with a skip and a smile. Deep down he cares for her too but his main love in life is money, and doing whatever it takes to get it.
I'd like this to be at least literate, I'm not bothered about post limits as my own can vary and I will attempt to match if you would like to write more, but please make sure I have enough to work with. This may have some more mature themes (guns, crime, death) so please make sure you are ok with that before joining.
If interested simply pop up a post in response to my lady below.
Amelia Thorne
A dark haired woman rummaged through her bag, rested on the cheap vinyl of the diner bench beside her. Across the table from her, hidden behind a menu was her true love, the one person she would do anything for, no doubt pretending to read about the greasy food that was on offer in this crummy establishment. She gave a small noise of triumph as she recovered what she was looking for from the disorganised chaos that was her small leather handbag, seriously she needed to clear it out, it was becoming a health hazard. What she had been searching for was the deep red lipstick she applied regularly to her already plump lips. With it came the small compact mirror so she could check what she was doing as she meticulously painted her mouth in that deep crimson shade. She carefully brushed her raven black hair back from her face, soft curls framing her pretty features and contracting with her porcelain pale complexion.
She was a pretty woman, barely more than twenty years of age. With a fine feminine figure, definitely on the side of busty, in her tightly fitted corset top. She was certainly an oddity in a dive like this, but the wait staff saw all sorts driving through here, it was after all the arse end of nowhere. She returned her makeup and mirror to her bag, pressing her lips together to ensure the fresh coat was evenly applied. With a huff of impatience she swung leg over the other and lent forward, elbow on the table, resting her chin in her palm. She hated sitting still, it just wasn't in her blood, but he was teaching her that she needed to be patient. A rushed crime was bound to go wrong.
"You know you never take me anywhere nice." She purred teasingly, the hand she wasnt resting on pulling the laminated menu down to see her companion's face, a smirk curving the corners of her lips.
This is a sorta Bonnie and Clyde type rp. Our characters are petty criminals, she's madly in love with him and he knows he can use that to his advantage. She will do anything he says with a skip and a smile. Deep down he cares for her too but his main love in life is money, and doing whatever it takes to get it.
I'd like this to be at least literate, I'm not bothered about post limits as my own can vary and I will attempt to match if you would like to write more, but please make sure I have enough to work with. This may have some more mature themes (guns, crime, death) so please make sure you are ok with that before joining.
If interested simply pop up a post in response to my lady below.
Amelia Thorne
A dark haired woman rummaged through her bag, rested on the cheap vinyl of the diner bench beside her. Across the table from her, hidden behind a menu was her true love, the one person she would do anything for, no doubt pretending to read about the greasy food that was on offer in this crummy establishment. She gave a small noise of triumph as she recovered what she was looking for from the disorganised chaos that was her small leather handbag, seriously she needed to clear it out, it was becoming a health hazard. What she had been searching for was the deep red lipstick she applied regularly to her already plump lips. With it came the small compact mirror so she could check what she was doing as she meticulously painted her mouth in that deep crimson shade. She carefully brushed her raven black hair back from her face, soft curls framing her pretty features and contracting with her porcelain pale complexion.
She was a pretty woman, barely more than twenty years of age. With a fine feminine figure, definitely on the side of busty, in her tightly fitted corset top. She was certainly an oddity in a dive like this, but the wait staff saw all sorts driving through here, it was after all the arse end of nowhere. She returned her makeup and mirror to her bag, pressing her lips together to ensure the fresh coat was evenly applied. With a huff of impatience she swung leg over the other and lent forward, elbow on the table, resting her chin in her palm. She hated sitting still, it just wasn't in her blood, but he was teaching her that she needed to be patient. A rushed crime was bound to go wrong.
"You know you never take me anywhere nice." She purred teasingly, the hand she wasnt resting on pulling the laminated menu down to see her companion's face, a smirk curving the corners of her lips.