IF I CAN'T PUN ICLY, THEN BY GOD I'M GOING TO TAKE EVERY OOC CHANCE I'VE GOT

[frostythehitman]

WHO: James, Fynn, Togusa, Malik, and Grell! Not necessarily in that order
WHERE: Starting in some rundown area of Recolle idk, eventually heading to the RPD, and then....the hospital? Or, uh, wherever it is Grell looks at body parts.
WHEN: 7/10-ish
WHAT: James gets a handy delivery from Retrospec that has him scrambling to stay palm and get rid of it before he's caught red-handed. But, things will very quickly get out of hand.....
WARNINGS: well, there's a dismembered arm getting set on fire, so. take that as you will.

Comments

[rygdea]

What's this? An illegal bonfire?

[Asks the nosey cop that so happened to stroll on over. Fynn missed a majority of the conversation but what he doesn't miss is the putrid stench and the gray smoke. He coughs a few times as he wanders closer, his gaze set on the little bonfire the duo made.]

You do know this is going to win you a ticke---HOLY SHIT! IS THAT AN ARM!?

[Uh oh! The jig is up.]

[godcards]

[ The jig is up and Malik is outta there - he did say he'd run if they got caught. So. There he goes, and with the last words: ]

Bye, loser!

[ Right, because it's not like Malik isn't highly identifiable on his own anyway, but, okay. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ Running is not easy when you have a guitar case to deal with.

As soon as he heard the word 'illegal' out of the cop's mouth, he dove to try and shut the latches closed on the case and run before he could get caught. But he's barely up on his feet, ready to sling the case over his shoulder, when the cop starts freaking out about the arm.

He's screwed. There's no use in running now. He drops the case--half out of shock and half out of futility--and holds his arms up in a gesture of mercy. ]

I swear, it's just a papier mache prop!

[ It is obvious from the foul smell that it is not. ]