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"Well... you looked rich, so I tried to steal from you." Zarl lied. He would fight back, but he lost his only weapon, his knife, in an alley. If he could get out of his grip, Zarl should try to get it again.

While trying to grab the chip in Ocelots pocket, Ocelot grabbed his arm and pulled him in a quieter street, some people were looking, but later moved on. After being pulled in, he took a hard punch in the face. His nose started to bleed. He wiped some blood away with his arm. "What the hell do...

Zarl followed Ocelot through the streets. He noticed Ocelot was more cautious than before, so Zarl made sure he would do it. They finally entered a busy street, and Zarl walked into the street from another entrance than Ocelot. Zarl walked walked through the crowds, got near Ocelot and tried to...

Busy today, won't be able to make any posts.

"Command, this is Ocelot, designation... B... had to deal... disturbance... resolved... got the package... transfer off-world." Zarl couldn't hear exactly what he said, but he knew what he meant. He slowly peaked around the corner, and saw "Ocelot" walking to the other side of the alley. Zarl...

Zarl needed this chip, but was not gonna quit so easily, and lied; "You know what... maybe you are right. I'll try to get a job... thanks." Zarl left the alley, turned the corner and din't walk any further. He was hoping he could understand what he would say.

The blow against his arm knocked the knife out of his hand, now about 7 feet away. Going after his knife would take too long, and he was even worse at unarmed fighting. He had no idea what to do, so just stood there, nervously.

Zarl had his knife in his hand, and had no idea what he had just gotten into. This guy was a professional, he immediately defended himself. Zarl attempted to stab him near the heart.

"He thinks hes better than me, that I'm just some guy with no cash. I'm sick of people underestimating me..." Zarl thought to himself. He started breathing faster, and his face turned angrier with every breath. Zarl was ready to attack, and he grabbed his knife.

"What makes this street forbidden? I've got all rights to stay here." the thief said, trying to look and speak as intimidating with his leather hoodie as he could. Of course, he had his hand near his knife. He knew how to use it and had some experience fighting with it. He was hoping the man...

I don't know why but I shoplifted mountain dew and donuts.

"Command, I have the package..." Zarl got the right person, luckily. Now he had to find out a way to get it from him. His mind was filling with ideas; pickpocketing, hit and r-... The man was walking towards him. "Alright, just act casual..." Zarl thought to himself. This guy looked serious...

140 words written and counting...

Learning french... who the hell made this language. Just imagine if there was a stripe above a random letter in this sentence. RIP my grades

After a while of searching, he saw two men. One of them was holding a box out to the other. The other man grabbed something out of it, which was looking very small. Zarl was sure he found what he was looking for. The man went away into an alley. Zarl didn't hesitate a second and changed his...

Its a beautiful planet, but Zarl is not here to look around. He needed some cash to earn more, and this was the best way he could find. He got tipped from an old friend, Zarl has no idea how he gets his information, but he doesn't ask questions. Its supposed to be a chip transfer, and the best...

I feel so lonely with nobody to rp with

Anynone want to RP?

Characters die.

Can anybody give me some inspiration for the bio of a bounty hunter?