bob baker has zero real life application skills (uncast) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-06-10 17:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, day: january 18, james killian, player: jordan, player: liv, player: sarah, robert baker, winifred whitner |
Who: Robert Baker + James Killian + Winifred Whitner
What: Collection/Paparazzi Mission gone wrong
When: Afternoon of Thursday, January 18
Where: Around the city?? Maybe just outside a grocery store.
Rating: tbd.
Status: tbd.
Not for the first and last time that afternoon, Bob hissed out a curse. He stood by the entrance of a grocery store with his phone out in his right hand and his left one inside his hoodie's pocket. Not for the first and last time that afternoon, Bob dialled Harper's mobile phone and listened to the ringing tone but it fell out and a voice helpfully informed him that she was out of range. Tearing the device off his ear, Bob cursed again. That afternoon, he learned of the agent's plan to go out into the city and eager to escape Willowbrook in the few chances he could afford it, he asked to come with her even just to carry her bags and look like a walking accessory. It was a sound plan, he thought maybe he could buy her coffee, too, for gratitude. And then they noticed someone (actually she noticed her first and in a completely suspicious, stupid way, Bob looked over his shoulder to see the girl) stalking them. That started them running. And then they lost each other.
And now it was snowing.
What were the chances this was the day Bob would finally be kidnapped? The threat was real but he still had enough faith in his stars to not make him the unluckiest guy in the whole wide world and he hoped he wasn't. How embarrassing would it be to be kidnapped on the day he decided to be stupid and step out of his safety? Roman would kill his dead body for sure.
Well whatever happened, Bob, to the best of his knowledge, decided that staying put was probably not the smartest way to go about this so jamming both his hands in his pockets, he released his negative vibes and joined the moving river of New Yorkers just to be warm and to blend in. And to be safe. Safety in numbers, right? Except Roman proved to him how safety could not be in numbers and that just sent his heart jumping. Pro: it amplified his mutation. Con: can he just not die yet?
He wore his paranoia on his sleeve, looking around every so often but trying not to jump at every sound at all. When he couldn't take being a responsible adult anymore, he fired out a text of help to the last guy he texted, James Killian. Help, I think I'm being followed, it read.
And then he jammed his hand inside his pocket again and hurried to cross the road with the bulk of the crowd.