"Yeah? And just how would you prove it, hm?"

+ 3

Actually    

[ He thinks about the reaction he could get if he says that he could prove it was her, so he says it. ]

    I very well could.

"Granny McMob, huh?" she asked, laughing. "We'll keep a special lookout for Granny McMob, then."

She felt more energized than she had in a long time and she was extremely happy that Kayden hadn't turned down her offer to help. ----She just hoped that she didn't make Kayden regret her decision. She'd have to really prove herself. 

"I'm totally up for it, dude. It'll be fun!" she assured her with a chipper tone. "Okay, my place first. I'll give you directions on the way."

"Let's do this."

Kayden chuckled. “I would hope you wouldn’t want to steal or kill old ladies. Though, some could be secret mobsters. Granny McMob, you know.” She grinned. 

Clapping her hands together Kayden gave Aella a toothy grin. “So, you really up for this? You want to travel across the globe?” she let out a sigh of relief. “If so, you’re place first. Then I’ll stop at my parents place to grab some stuff, I’ll make sure we go when they’re on their daily walk, then we’re off.”

“Ready?” 

hi, i'm alive! i'll be doing replies later tonight!

I learned how to do a new thing today and wanted to share. 

[ She thinks about it for a second. Mulls over the words as she quietly hums a tune to herself and gingerly uses her fingertip to draw abstract figures on the nearest surface. ]

              I think I should like to do what you do. Where do I sign up?

{ + F o u r }

             "You're not angry? I mean--hypothetically speaking--if I was the one who broke your window, you wouldn't be upset?"

+ 3

            “ I’m fairly certain this’s the work of one’a my boys. Unless you did do it— then it’s fine. Won’t take long to fix. ” He gestures to the broken window and twisted screen. 

+ 3

                               "...------!!"

             "Wasn't me, I swear!                             And even if it was me, you can't prove it."

"I'm just offering ideas that happen to be illegal. It sounds like you're reading into something that's not there. When times are hard, we gotta do what we gotta do," Aella pointed out, raising an eyebrow. 

She intently watched Kayden pace--something that she had been doing often since the conversation began. Must have been some sort of thinking process. Aella preferred to just blurt out whatever came to her mind, but she was well aware that it was not the most proactive approach. 

At the acceptance of illegal activities, Aella perked up and clapped her hands. "So cool! We should only do it to people who look bad. We can leave nice looking people, like old ladies, alone."

“You want to steal a car.” Kayden said flatly. “You know, there’s sort of an off chance that we could be arrested.” She sighed. “Despite your semi-good ideas I have to question your criminal thoughts. Really, steal a car and kill a guy in the same conversation?”

Running her hands through her hair, Kayden began to pace again. They could do it, they were both smart enough, quick enough, clever enough. All that mattered was not getting caught and Kayden was sure they could do just that.

“We plan,” with her arms crossed and her feet still, Kayden began to devise a course of action. “If we do anything illegal we must plan. Neither of us are getting arrested on my watch. We’ll use most of the money we can get our hands on legally, save the rest, and then, when needed, mug people and steal cars.”

She paused and rubbed her hands together, a gleam in her eyes. “This could work. This really could work.” 

Please don’t be scared to RP with me, I’m not quality and I’m lonely.

106/∞ pictures of Chloë Grace Moretz

But the sad truth is that the truth is sad, and that what you want does not matter.

Lemony Snicket, “The Carnivorous Carnival” (via beauty-in-the-broken)

slow down you crazy child, take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while, it’s alright you can afford to lose a day or two

when will you realize vienna waits for you?

[ She finds it interesting to watch someone do something they're good at. Sometimes she finds it more intriguing to watch the worker--and the worker's process--rather than paying attention to the actual outcome. ]

             Sounds bitchin'. You get paid a lot of moolah for what you do?"

{ + F o u r }

           "I'm happy to hear you met your bullshit quota."

      “Doesn’t matter who started it. We’re endin’ this. I’ve had enough bullshit for one  day.”

"Exactly!" Aella said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "You hate walking, I hate walking, yet we would be walking a large amount of the time if we went with your idea. But I guess it's a necessary evil since we definitely don't have the money for--Oh! Let's steal a car!"

She waved her hand dismissively. "Runaway, shmunaway. We'll be fine. I have some money hidden away, but it's not much. It'll probably be enough to get us a few dinners at a fast food joint." 

“Are you being sarcastic?” Kayden questioned and sighed. “Look none of these ideas are permanent in any way. There’re just rough drafts of good ideas. Just thoughts thrown out into the open. I could use a lot more metaphors and figurative language but I think you get what I mean. This isn’t set in stone. Honestly, I don’t exactly fancy walking around Europe but if we end up without money and that’s the only thing we can do then we should do it and what the hell am I even thinking?” She crunched up her nose in disgust. “I hate walking.”

Kayden pondered the situation with Aella’s brother. “Technically, you’re underage so if on the off chance he did report you missing they’d probably say you ran away. This, of course, wouldn’t be good at all. But,” she paused as she gathered her thoughts. “If you’re serious about doing this with me, we can risk it. Though, we should stop by your place for your things. Any chance you’d have money hidden in one of your sock draws?”   

Give my muse a ridiculous nickname.

Your character comes out of a strange daze only to find blood on their knuckles and my character — beaten half to death and barely conscious — at their feet! How does your character take in the situation?

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