Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27493058-20171120175405/@comment-27493058-20171210192146

Rust threw his trash into a trash can from five feet away. A prowler glared at him and muttered something like, "Showoff..."

RH: AY, RUST! 'S TIME TA BE GETTN TO WORK!

Rust grinned.

R: Aye, a' course!

RH: So! Wherdaya wanna start today!

R: I'ys thinkin you should be th' one pickin' this time!

RH: Ai'ght!

Roach and Rust got into an armored truck. Roach drove it.


 * 5 minutes later *

Rust braked, slamming into the window of the Broken Egg, and completely shattering it. Rust, who had decided to ride on top of the truck halfway through the drive, jumped off and picked up two guns. He tossed one to Roach.

RH: 'S gonna be fun!

Mark just stared at the front of the truck, which still had Roach in it. Roach was trying to get the truck completely inside the building.

M: ....Shit.

Mike was trying not to panic.

MK: Get... Get under the table or soemthing. Call-No. Text the police, if we talk more than we need to we're dead. They don't see us.

Mark and Mike get under the table.