Tag, You're It [A Roulette Role Play] [Beginning]

Nicolai Moore

Nick's breath finally studied, and his attention was brought elsewhere when he heard a raised voice. He looked to his left and saw a man holding a woman's wrist tightly.
He instinctively was angered by the mans aggresiveness, but he forced himself to restrain before jumping to action. He walked forward, and stepped up to them.
Whats going on here? He asked, looking first at the woman, then at the man.

Last edited on 2016-03-04 at 22:38:24 by CountryPony🎵

Rage welled in the brown haired man's green eyes but he let go of the young woman. You are in the U.K. was all he said as he stood their with his hand in the air, still in the same position as when he let go of her writs. A few moments passed as he fought with himself internally over weather or not he should come clean himself. I did not mean to frighten you. I am also having a hard time remembering who I am and why I am here, you are not alone. His gaze turned to the ground. I apologize for taking my frustration out on you. he sighed and movement caught his eye, he turned to see the new comer. What the hell does he want? He instinctively took a step in front of the woman who's picture he still had in his other hand. She is bleeding and I was trying to get her some help. he looked to the woman in a pleading way as if to tell her that it was probably not safe to tell him their predicament. He had hoped that she would understand and maybe not be too angry at him to tell on him.

She jumped a little as she heard another voice. Brook sighed in relief as he let go of her wrists. She watched as the other man approached, and as the man to whom she was talking to earlier stepped in front of her. She heard the man in front of her say that he was just trying to help her. Brooklyn rolled her eyes where no one could see. Then, he looked over his shoulder looking for help. Brook glared at the man. But then, she looked over his shoulder and nodded. He really wastrying to help me. I'm just a little stubborn, is all. She gave the man in front of her a you owe my big look, before going back to her original position. Brook folded her arms and waited patiently. While she really did not like this man, she didn't really want to be alone in this city. And now he knew the truth about her, what choice did she have. So, she stuck around.

Nicolai Moore

Nick looked from the man to the woman, and regretted a little for interfering, and he noticed the cut on the woman's head. He finally turned to the man and said, Yeah, apologies, and he broke off in midsentence as he recalled the photos in his back pocket. What in the world is going on here? His mind jerked. I don't remember anything...am I connected with this man in anyway?
He murmured something under his breath and debated wether to reveal the picture to the man or not. After all, the man in the picture obviously was this man, but did he want to know that?

Brooklyn watched the man walk away. She waited for a bit, and once she was sure he was out of earshot, she relaxed. She looked around, partly confused and mostly not sure what to say to the man that stood in front of her. Brooklyn looked down at her wrists, were the man had been holding her. They were red and a little swollen. She put her hands down by her sides and waited for the man to react. She wasn't sure what to say. She didn't want to make him angry again.

The light haired man sighed and his green gaze turned to the woman Are you sure you can't remember anything? he probed, looking for some sort of answer that would jar his memory. What about your pockets, anything in them that could help? he reached for the melted piece of plastic in his pocket and the radio that hung from his back pocket as well as the picture that he showed her earlier. This is all I've got and I can't get a response on the radio. he frowned.

Yes, I'm sure I don't remember anything. She reached into her pockets and dug around. Brooklyn pulled out her I.D and passport. She grabbed her cell phone and earphones and added them to the pile. The last pocket, her back left, had something that made her cringe. She touched the handgun with her hand. She was examining it, you could say. Well, this won't look good. She thought. She pulled the gun out slowly and added it to the pile.That's all.... She said, eyeing her pile and looking at the items he had.

You have a lot of possible information. he looked at his measly pile and towards the handgun she took out from her back pocket. His burned hand went to his chest instinctively, the long scratch had stopped bleeding but his black shirt had stuck to it and a dull throb was the only thing that kept it in his mind. He cleared his throat, The I.D. and passport don't have your name on them? How about the phone, any contacts that are named for close family members that you could call? A mom or dad? he pushed. We are connected somehow, or I wouldn't have this photo of you. he nodded towards the slightly burned picture.

Brooklyn pulled out her phone. Luckily, there was no password. She pressed her contacts button. What showed on her list was one number. Brook read the number aloud. She looked up. Well... What now??? She asked. This question was directed more at herself than at the man.

Last edited on 2016-03-09 at 06:23:26 by Birdie

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Username and ID: Kittan (#75139)
Character Name: Crimson
Character Description: Brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. She has a classic red hoodie that has Fox ears and a Fox tail on it. Shes about 4'2, so a smaller female.
OC Comments: I hope im not too late..