Random Roleplay Screenshot Thread

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Mike Masters: [WHISPER] I just want some money, dude.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] Like, a car. It can be ratty. We just wanna leave. Fuck this city.
Sgt. Seth Redding: [WHISPER] Michael, I have a tactical team out here itching to be let loose. You hurt anyone, you won't make it there. You end this, now, before someone gets hurt, you could be back out in three months-- you get a chance to get a car, get out of this fucking city.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] You know that ain't gonna happen.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] I can't-I'm too weak, man.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] That fix-It's gonna kill me.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] I can't wait in that cell.
Sgt. Seth Redding: [WHISPER] Let me, Michael. Look me in the eye, and I'll show you're wrong. You are strong enough.

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Mike Masters: [WHISPER] Father.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] Can you hear my confession?
Father Jeremy Jackson: [WHISPER] Speak my child.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] I've consorted to do harm to my fellow man. And to my spiritual Father, with which I have not seen in many years.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] I'm so scared. I can't go back to prison. I can't live like this. But I don't wanna hurt no one.
Father Jeremy Jackson: [WHISPER] My son its never to late to start again let the Reverand go and come out with me together.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] I can't do that, Father.
** Mike Masters rubs at his wrists. Pinpricks of needle marks dot the pale gooseflesh there.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] I'm going to die in there-I'm going to die right here.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] I haven't spoken to the heavenly father in so long.
Father Jeremy Jackson: [WHISPER] This is no place to die.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] Will he forgive me for everyth-everything? I've sinned so much.
Father Jeremy Jackson: [WHISPER] ...We have all stepped off the path my son but now here is a chance to step back apon it.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] Father. There's nowhere for me to go-
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] Absolutely nowhere. Please-please tell me I'm forgiven.
Mike Masters: [WHISPER] I'm scared.
Father Jeremy Jackson: [WHISPER] There is my son there is no need for fear anymore.
Father Jeremy Jackson: "I absolve you from your sins, in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Father Jeremy Jackson: Go in Peace

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[G] ** Mike Masters swivels around, tears and snot decorate his face as he puts his hands up to Kruger. He holds onto his fallen comrade, whispering indistinctly, but just loud enough for Kruger to catch.
Mike Masters: Not like this-man.
** Blake Gleeson Aimed his Glock at the duo in the corner "FUCKING HANDS, SHOW ME HANDS"
Ofc. Sofia Kruger: [YELL] COMER TOWARDS WITH YOUR HANDS UP.
[L] ** Ofc. Dahlia Maddox has no such words, shotgun shouldered. Intent brews and boils.
[L] ** Mike Masters stands up, his hands covered in the blood of his comrade. He slowly stands up, and then looks down. His face spells out complete and utter shock, his mouth agape as if he is unsure where he even is.
** Ofc. Sofia Kruger nods at Mike "Towards me now!"
[G] ** Mike Masters stares down at Blake, at Kruger, at Maddox. One at a time, until he backs up, against a shelf. A can of Indian ghee falls, he jumps, in shock.
[L] ** Ofc. Dahlia Maddox licks her lips. She rises to her feet and begins marching forwards, the barrel of her gun towards the floor.
[G] ** Ofc. Sofia Kruger moves in towards Mike to take into a knee position.
** Blake Gleeson His weapon was still aimed at the Mike's center mass, still waiting for the man to put his hands up.
[L] ** Mike Masters reaches into his trenchcoat, just as they near him, but he doesn't move, he doesn't even speak. His eyes are buggy, saucers, and every movement jumpy.
Ofc. Dahlia Maddox rolled 1d20: (16) = 16
Blake Gleeson rolled 1d20: (10) = 10
Ofc. Sofia Kruger rolled 1d20: (17) = 17
(Ofc. Dahlia Maddox) ** A decision is made, and the movement is seen as a worthwhile excuse. Quickly, the barrel levels with Mike's abdomen, and fire spits out the front of it. **
[L](Mike Masters) ** Mike is peppered with buckshot. It tears through his trenchcoat, and he falls, splattered against the concrete. A Glock 19 falls from his hands, torn literally out of his grip as he gurgles and bleeds on the floor. Life rapidly ebbing. **
** Blake Gleeson His finger squeezes the trigger shooting one round center mass. simple as that.
(Ofc. Sofia Kruger) ** why not join in? Several shots from a M4 are fired at Mike direction, even if the others are doing the same. **
[L](Mike Masters) ** The Glock's slide is locked to the rear, it's an empty weapon. Mike stares at the police in utter and complete shock as he is unable to move, propped up against the wall. It's awkward, uncomfortable, but it isn't until Kruger fires that he is put out of his misery. 5.56 pierces his solar plexus, shutting off his switches. **

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(Thank you to Jason Mason and Hogarth Bosson for a little impromptu event. Y'all my dogs.)
 
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[CALL from 911] 9-1-1, what's your emergency?
[CALL to 911] Hello?
[CALL from 911] Hi?
[CALL to 911] I need help. There's- Keep it quiet. No sirens, please. Please.
[CALL from 911] Okay.
[CALL from 911] Hang on. I'll send someone over.
[CALL to 911] I- Shit. Shit.
[G](Vincent Mason) ** Two gunshots ring out from near the impound lot. A car alarm goes off. **
[G](Vincent Mason) ** A loud bang follows after several minutes. A pillar of black smoke begins to filter into the sky from near the Impound lot. **
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