The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
A loud yawn echoed through the Full Circle Bookstore escaped from the mouth of 16 year old Dominic Johnson. The clock read 11:15 PM...and what was worse, it was a Friday night and he was stuck at work helping Ghost to close up the store. He could be doing so much more, like watching a movie, going to a party or macking on some honeys, but NO! Instead of mackin, there were books that needed stackin. While he complained about having to stay so late, he wasn't really doing anything to help him get out of there faster. While Ghost was in the back doing storage and inventory, Dominic 's duties consisted of making sure the store itself was straightened out. He had finished cleaning up the cafe area and grew rather bored of this job. Now sprawled over on the couch of the lounging area, the blond teen bobbed his head to the music blasting through his head phones on his Ipod.
"...boring...." he sighed shifting a bit. He looked over the couch's arm rest and saw the 3 boxes of books he still needed to place on the shelves. He whimpered a bit, poking out his bottom lip as his eyes moved over to the windows. He looked out into the darkness of the night and his desire to be free of the jail cell dubbed Full Circle increased. He wasn't that afraid of the night and found himself now and days actually more drawn towards it. Maybe it was the cat in side him, then again he always enjoyed watching the moon instead of the sun. His eyes hurt whenever he stared at the sun.
.....right.
It was decided that if he wanted to salvage a little bit of what was left of his night, he had better get to work...after a little break from the building. Just a short one. A couple of minutes and he'd be back. Ghost wouldn't even notice his absence. If she did decided to come and check up on him while he left...well, not only would he never hear the end of it from her, but he'd have to deal with Sam's mouth too. Something he loathed. Autumn had arrived and so the temperatures of New York had cooled off from the blistering summer. The night wasn't that cold, but still a bit chilly. He bundled himself up in his baby blue zip up hoodie and placed the hood over his head. After that, he made his leave out of the store and began down the street.
Today would be like any other day in the life Zane Bliss. Stunt man by morning and cat burglar by night. Not just any burglar mind you, but one of the best there was. He'd knocked over museums, jewelry stores and art collections all over the world to make a quick buck and get a taste of adventure. New York City would be no different for him, just a larger place for him to play with a more distracted police force.
How did he manage to keep up such an amazing career you may find yourself inquiring though. Well that my dear has quite the simple answer. You see, Zane Bliss is also one of the worlds for most leaders of free running and parkour. Just as the old saying goes, you can't arrest what you can't catch. This adage would prove itself true time and time again as he seamlessly escaped from even the most impossible of situations.
Given this wasn't all do in fact to his astounding ability to get from rooftop to rooftop or scale a twenty foot staircase in the blink of an eye. No, it was quite the contrary, a big portion went to his mutant ability. Being able to shift in and out of objects with nearly no effort made detecting him quite the pain in ones ass. The only real issue with this was that he could no longer carry anything large with him while he did it. Given his clothing and anything in them would fuse together with whatever he was molded into, generally becoming the paint job of such a thing, your larger then pocket sized object would be dropped.
That's how we get to where we are tonight though. You see he had a pension for knocking over stores with small things. Little discreet stores that no one would ever notice, like jewelery stores or as it just so happened this night, book stores. Generally such a store had no worries of impending thieves and as such kept their till rather un security'fied. Given it would most likely be locked, it wouldn't, however, be bolted down or in any other way maximized.
In fact it wasn't uncommon for such a shop to leave it unlocked in general, especially when those closing up the shop were seen outside the stores. Zane could always spot a closer as they hung around when no one else was there. Kinda obvious, yet for some reason most thieves can't pick up on such a thing. Wish, however, was an experienced thief and had the tools necessary to not only pick out a closer but get around them rather unnoticed. This would be his goal as he leaped from a nearby rooftop to the roof of the bookstore.
The chilly wind wouldn't cut into him in the least. Growing up in London he was more then used to the cold weather that ran abound in such cities. In fact it simply brought him back to his childhood life. Scaling buildings and roofs, watching and waiting to make his next big score. Then again those were usually candy stores and buildings were alot less secure back in those days.
Come on Mate, move
He would whisper to himself from below the lip of the building as he waited for the man below to leave. He was zipping up the clip of his blue hoody and was quite apparently getting ready for a stroll. The situation couldn't have been perfecter in the least. It would just be a few more seconds of waiting after the man began his stroll before he would leap down and walk on in.
This is indeed what happened, down to a point. The man would walk a several dozen feet out then Zane would leap down in a perfect squat and roll fashion. A slight noise could be heard, hopefully not enough to disturb the man as he walked. Just as quickly as he landed, he dashed for the unlocked door. As is usually the case for closers, he was still in the midst of finishing up when he took his break, leaving the store relatively unguarded. This was perfect for our thief as he didn't feel like dealing with any types of locks this night.
Opening the door, he would slink in and begin walking around in a crouched motion. The thing he was looking for most was any rare books that he could sell for a good price. Given the money in the cash box would be good for when he left, it wouldn't however measure up to any number of rare book copies that could net him a gleamingly nice bit of change. Despite his overall calmness and composure, he did hope deep down that the closer didn't return any time soon or this could get real messy, real quick.
He continued to walk, with music blasting through his head phones and tucking his hands inside of his hoodie pockets. "Where the heck is it?" Dominic asked himself as his hand searched through his pockets for his phone. When he realized it wasn't in his hoodie, he began to check his pants pockets and no luck there. That instant he remembered leaving it on the counter at the store. He made a U turn and trudged his way back to Full Circle and opened the door.
"Uh...dude, what the heck are you doing?" Dominic spoke laying eyes on the stranger who had decided to let himself. He guessed that it wasn't such a good idea to leave the store, especially with the door unlocked. Or burglars like this guy could just sneak right it. Than again, perhaps he wasn't a burglar. Maybe he was a customer walking in thinking the store was still open. That was probably just wishful thinking on Dominic's part. Whether he was a burglar or not, he had to go. The guy would only be delaying Dominic from his work and clocking out for the night.
"Leave peacefully and I'll forget all about this. Please?"
It looked as though this party was over from the minute it began. The man must have turned around and started running back the second Zane got in the building. As he was discovered before he had a chance to even duck out behind the book cases. If there was one thing Zane really hated, it was being caught before he ever had a chance to even hide. Now he would have to make a choice and figure out what he was gonna do to work this situation out.
On one hand he could tell the guy he was just a customer who wandered in looking for a book. This, however, would be the fools choose of moves. If he went down that path then there was no way he'd be able to get away with anything in the store. On the other side of the coin he could simply make a break for it. He knew there was no way some book clerk would be able to catch him. Not with his years and years of parkour training, but this too may just be a means to the previous options much quicker end.
How was he to both evade this man's suspicions yet retrieve what he desired, quite the dilemma indeed. It would take a moment of thought and concentration to delve into the possibilities. Although, in the end, he would come up with nothing but completely random series's of words. Which, while funny, wouldn't be much better then the previous two options. Looked like he was pigeon holed into picking between the lesser worse of two awful choices. Although spying the cellphone on the counter, he would find something quite perfect to do.
""Bloody 'ell Mate, couldn't yah waited a tick"
He would say before grabbing the man's cellular phone off the counter and sprinting towards the back door. Breakneck speed and a perfect vault of the reading couch that lied in the way would all but ensure a quick getaway out he back door and down into the alley that lay behind the store. In but a moment he would leap off the nearby dumpster, repelling of the nearby stores wall and finally gripping on the edge of the bookstore roof. Pulling himself up with a final push, he would hope that the man would abandon pursuit.
Did this guy really just steal Dominic's phone? That wasn't going to fly very well at all. As soon as the man made a break for it, Dominic ran in pursuit of this bandit. It wasn't like a normal chase though. Obviously this guy had to have been some kind of athlete by the way he moved and how fast he was going. That wasn't a problem. The animal kingdom was on Dominic's side. The blond teen soon found himself running on all fours after the thief using the squirrel agility to keep up with the pace of the phone snatcher. So the man had skills, that was shown by how he managed to flawlessly jump off a dumpster, off of the walls and pulling himself up to the roof top. Neat tricks. Dom could one up him easily. The teen stopped to stand up right again and then used his spider jumping abilities to jump up onto the roof.
"Seriously not cool!!!" he screamed landing in front of his phone's captor to cut him off. "Give me back my black berry, and no one gets hurt. Trust me. You don't want to piss me off. Really not in the mood." he said with and began to stride towards the man.
Holy shit this guy had skills, not only had he kept up with Zane during the entire chase, but he had managed to scale a building in less then a handful of seconds. There wasn't many options for what could be going on. This guy could possibly be a mutant with some odd power. He could be cyborg of some sort sent to destroy all beings of pure sexy, like Wish. Then again he could be the second coming of Jesus, ready to purge the world of the wicked.
Although Zane wasn't that wicked and this man didn't really have a beard. Cyborg was probably out too since he didn't have a creepy robot voice or glowing red laser eyes. This left mutant as possibly the only explanation for his magic high flying building jump trick. This spelled trouble for Zane as he really had no idea what kind of powers this man had. All he knew for sure was that he could move super fast and scale buildings in a single jump. F*ck, all signs pointed to him being Superman.
Luckily even Superman wouldn't be able to top this next trick Wish had up his sleeve. Gripping the man's blackberry firmly in his hands, he would wave two fingers at the man before jumping off the edge of the building. Only a fifteen foot fall, he would simply bend his knee's as he hit the ground. Not before he dropped the man's Blackberry into a steam grate. This wasn't the end of the trick, however, in but the flash of ones eyes, Zane would become the blackberry.
Lying on the ground, directly where he landed, he would appear as an exact duplicate. The perfect trick indeed, this would make it look like Wish had simply dropped the blackberry to escape the mans mind boggling speed. Instead he would gain the best chance he had to infiltrate the store at get away with the loot. Hopefully the boy would pick him up and drop him back inside, otherwise this could end up taking alot longer then he intended.
He paused in his movements as the man just gave a simple wave of his fingers. No reply, just a wave Seriously? Who was this guy? Mr. Cool bandit? What, was he going to start tossing out energy charged playing cards and start beating people with a steel bo staff. What the dude did next caused Dominic's eyes to pop out. "Dude!" he yelled watching the man jump off of the roof. The question was if Dominic was more worried about the man's safety or about his phone.Well, surely living with his brother and the other X-men had rubbed off on young Dominic. Of course he was concerned about the guy's well being more, but the phone was pretty damn important too. That cost him 3 paychecks to get.
Dominic looked over the ledge expecting to find a splattered mess of a body, but he didn't. Just his phone sitting there on the ground. Did that guy survive? Did he make a run for it? The teen shrugged it off and wall crawled down the side of the building and leaped back onto the ground. He reached the ground and crouched down taking the black berry back into his possession. Thanks to that bastard, it had scratches on what used to be a flawless surface. Oh well, at least it wasn't broken. He slipped the phone back into his pocket and walked back to the store. This time when he arrived, the store was still empty. No thieves and good riddance. No more slacking off either. Dominic checked his phone to see that it was nearly midnight. By the time he finished putting the books up on the shelves it'd be at least 2am. It was his own fault for slacking, but at least he could sleep in tomorrow. No work and no training sessions. One thing he did make sure to do this time was lock the door behind him. After doing that, Dominic set his phone back on the couch cushion and walked back over to the boxes of books.
"...Damn you J.K. Rowling. Why do you have to be so popular and in demand..." he sighed and began unpacking the boxes.
It seemed as though everything was going just as he had planned it. He even got to see the man wall climb down the side of the building like a damned spider. Just another freakin power on the list of things that this man could do. So far it was up to super speed, mind boggling jumping abilities and the power to scale bloody walls. Was there anything this seemingly harmless shop clerk couldn't do with his myriad of gifts. It was rather unusual to see someone with more then one power, much less a scrap book of super human techniques.
His bone chilling powers aside, the plan would go totally perfect. Following a brief look over from the man at Wish's shiny veneer, he would stuff his new Zaneberry into his back pocket. Completely assured that the thief had taken off into the night out of sheer pants wetting fear he would walk back into the store with confident. Little did he know that his former piece of tech was now lying at the bottom of some steam vent, most likely shattered into itsy bitsy pieces.
There was one thing that Zane feared though and that was this man closing up the store and walking out to return home. It wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened but every time it did it was frustrating as hell to escape cleanly. Nothing was more annoying then having to transform on a bedside cabinet and then silently make your way out of a strange, most likely locked, house. In fact the last couple times this occurred, he had been nearly caught and apprehended by very irate home owners.
It would appear that this wasn't the case, however, as he was pulled out of the pocket and set on the same counter that it was on before. Then he would go back to unpacking boxes of books, leaving the perfect opening for Zane to make away with the cash in the till. Even better now that he knew another person was in here, he'd be able to sneak around much easier. It was as though the book clerk had handed him the money on a silver platter.
Waiting till he was completely pointed away from the counter before shifting, he would then transform silently in a fetal ball position. Rolling back, he would catch his hands on the floor then slowly pulling his leg back against the wall, he would pull himself all the way around. Following the odd slow motion flipping maneuver he would be completely crouched behind the counter, totally invisible to any onlookers on that side of the store.
Going from the crouching position to a cat like crawling one on the tips of his toes, back arched and the palms of his hands, he'd begin to move swiftly and silently to behind a nearby bookshelf. Looking up and down it for anything of value, it would appear to be nothing but a regular bookshelf. Not a single book that would sell for more then fifty dollars. Seeing as he had limited room to steal things and even more limited time, he would just skulk back to the counter, shift himself back into a Zaneberry and begin the next part of his dastardly plan.
Using a combination of the typing function and the contact information in the phone, he would construct a message to appear on it as though sent by a women named Maya Swift. A large bleep would go off as the phone indicated a text message being received. Wish would make sure to pump the volume up to max so that he would be ensured to hear it over the sound of him shuffling books into bookshelves. The message would read;
"Hey, you mind meeting me in Central Park, I have a something important I need to discuss with you. It's of the utmost importance so I need you to leave immediately."
Hopefully the message would trick the man into leaving again so he could empty out the cash box and get on to robbing them blind.
He had started getting a nice work flow for about 3 minutes until it was interrupted by the loud ringing of his phone. First of all, Dominic could have sworn that he had left his phone on vibrate. He always did whenever he was at work. Or maybe he had forgotten to do so this time? Didn't really matter that much. It wasn't like it was causing a disturbance since the store was closed. The blond teen dropped the stack of books he held onto the couch and strolled over to the counter to see who and what the message was. A message from...Ghost? Really? Why would she be texting him when she was right in the back of the store? He opened his inbox and then the message. "Hey, you mind meeting me in Central Park, I have a something important I need to discuss with you. It's of the utmost importance so I need you to leave immediately."
...Right. Now this was really weird. Not only was she texting him but she was asking to meet her in the park? Why in the park? Why not just call him to the back where she was supposed to be? This was just creeping him out now. It was like some kind of horror flick. Was he supposed to go to the back and find Ghost's blood splattered all over the walls and her limbs scattered everywhere? Or was the killer luring him to the park? Why was he even thinking that there was a killer involved? He's watched way too many teen slasher flicks. Dominic kept his phone in hand and walked to the back of the store. He activated his canine sense of smell. He could still smell Ghost's scent strongly. Then he swapped smell for hearing and there was still rummaging in the storage room. He made his way in there and there he spotted the little white haired mistress of wind. He approached her with his phone in hand and the text message still opened to show her.
"Um...Ghost, what's up with this text?" he asked extending his hand out for her to read the message.
Inventory was a fun game of laser-gun-box-tag sprinkled in with some boring note taking. Why Dominic preferred to shelve heavy books was beyond her, or maybe he was being the gentleman and keeping her from having to do the heavy lifting? That was it... maybe... hopefully. He could be gaining character! And learning good habits. He could...
The sound of footsteps preceded him. Ghost scribbled down the numbers in her head on the paper on the clipboard before Sam's little brother could make them fall out of her head.
He asked about a text and then handed her his phone. It took her several blinks for her to realize what she was looking at. "This is your phone? But it has a keyboard..." Oh, but that was beside the point. Dominic pushed something so that the screen came back to life and some words glowed up toward her.
Leave immediately? From Maya Swift? "There could be someone else by this name..." Though the message was highly suspect. "Anything strange happen with your phone?" That made Ghost fish around for her phone. She could at least check that she hadn't sent anything on accident, though... something that coherent should never come out on accident.
"How do you uhm..." She handed her simple little silver candybar phone to Dom so he could check the outgoing messages or work other phone magic while she started poking at Dom's phone and its fancy keyboard. It was an interesting little gizmo. She ran her lithe fingers over the tiny buttons wondering how people ever pushed just one.
Great, he had managed to pick the one number in his phone book that belonged to the person in the same freaking room as him. What kind of luck was that crap. It really was a dilemma now, not only had he got another person involved but they were about to realize that she hadn't sent the message after all. He would need to really think on his feet, erm, keyboard if he was going to get himself out of the fine predicament dumb luck had got him in.
Before he could even begin to display another message, though, the other women would begin clicking him about. Mashing random keys as she toyed with the foreign, to her at least, device. It was as though someone was poking you in the stomach rather rapidly, not painful but annoying to say the least. Even worse so was that focusing enough to put another image up would be difficult while she pushed him about. It was akin to imagining a clear image while being tickled by a rather gaunt lady.
Metaphorically closing his eye's, he would attempt to ignore the incessant prodding to search the phones memory banks yet again. Shuffling through numbers, names and old messages, he would come upon a new name. This is of course after numerous attempts and frequent start overs thanks to this "Maya" lady. He would make sure to steal extra from her when he got the next chance. I mean really who has to press so many buttons on one phone.
The name he found was that of one Sam Johnson. From the messages between them it would appear as though they were related in some way. Possibly brothers or cousins, it didn't matter which as long as they valued when the other needed to discuss something. All he really needed to hope for was that this man's faith in technology was low enough to expect some errors in their usage. If not, he could really end up being in trouble, especially if Mrs. Clicky held on to the phone any longer.
Using the monicer of "Black Berry Customer Support" he would write a message to be displayed, going off with a loud bleep then appearing on the screen.
"We would like to apologize for any confusion the last message or series of messages may have caused. Our system had a moment of failure and you may have recieved messages from mislabled contacts. Please disregard any messages you may have recieved in the last five minutes to ten minutes. You will recieve the previous message again from the correct source momentarily. This is an automated message, text messaging cost apply"
Immediately afterward the phone would bleep again with another message that he had written up from the "Sam Johnson" contact.
"Hey, you mind meeting me in Central Park, I have a something important I need to discuss with you. It's of the utmost importance so I need you to leave immediately."
It was the same message as before but with a new name labeled at the top. Hopefully this would be enough to get the man out of the store. While the plan was quite intelligent, alot would depend on if he was willing to take another chance on his phone displaying the correct message. More so, if he didn't really care about this "Sam Johnson" then it would all go in vain as well. Even if it did though, he would still have another issue to deal with, the girl.
"No..." Dominic answered hesitantly to Ghost's question concerning his phone. What was he supposed to say? He left without locking up a store and returned to see some thief that snatched up his phone, then he chased up up to the roof and the guy fell off and went poof? No, he would not considering he knew Ghost would be upset with him having done such a stupid thing by leaving when he was supposed to be working and what was worse, he left the door unlocked when he did. Dominic looked through Ghost's phone in the outbox to discover she didn't send out the text. So what the heck was going on?
It seemed the question would be answered when he heard his blackberry beeped indicating another text. He strolled over to stand next to Ghost to read the screen and the message. Mislabeled contacts? Really? Dominic had never heard of anything like that ever happening to anyone. He didn't even know that could happen. Then another text popped up, the same message, but a different contact. This time it had been labeled with Sam's name. "...What? How could Sam's name get mislabled with yours? You guys have two completely different numbers. Something isn't right." Dominic said to Ghost scratching his head. What could be so important? "Has Sam text anything to you? I figure I'd ask because I don't think he'd ask me to leave work without notifying you first. This thing is bugged. I knew I should have gotten an iphone..." he sighed.
"Wlagh!" Was the closest Ghost got to speaking a word when the vile piece of technology beeped unexpectedly in her hands. She would have dropped it had it not looked so very expensive. "I didn't do it." She held the phone out to Dom, who didn't seem to suspect her in the least of breaking anything. That was a good sign. The thing beeped again and Ghost thought her heart couldn't take much more in the way of loud noises.
"...What? How could Sam's name get mislabled with yours? You guys have two completely different numbers. Something isn't right."
"I think your phone is possessed. Who sends messages that fast?" Obviously Ghost was not a part of the texting revolution. Dom asked her about Sam sending her messages and she shook her head. "Unless something sneaked in there, I don't think I got any from Sam. It didn't make the little weird noise thing. You'd probably know better than I would." She shrugged her thin shoulders and stood wiping the dust from her pants. She traded the devil phone for her simple little silver one and decided that the more complex machines were probably more prone to developing their own intelligence. It was good that her phone was simple minded.
"Well, we could always just lock up here and see if Sam is really at the Park. It's just down the street and we can finish closing at our own pace so long as it gets done before tomorrow. You work in the morning?" Sure, she made the schedule, but it wasn't in front of her now. She didn't have a mind to remember these kinds of things. Especially since they changed weekly.
The girl holding him would jump a bit, a startled look appeared on her face. She obviously didn't know what an automated text was or that phones could go "bleep" from her reaction. He chuckled a bit in his mind, it was always funny to see someone freak out when he was using his powers. Generally that would be the point, such as becoming a bicycle and then scaring people when they noticed it was unmanned. This was even better though as his intention wasn't to surprise her but to convey a message, her yelp was merely icing on teh cake.
Taking Zane from her hands, the man would read the message over thoroughly. A look of surprise and a slight bit of skepticism and disbelief would spread across it. Usually this wouldn't be a good thing, but who knows maybe he was just surprised to see that his brother wanted to talk to him. I mean there was always a chance that they hated each other and now they were having their glorious make up. Then again, that was most likely not the reason.
"...What? How could Sam's name get mislabled with yours? You guys have two completely different numbers. Something isn't right. Has Sam text anything to you? I figure I'd ask because I don't think he'd ask me to leave work without notifying you first. This thing is bugged. I knew I should have gotten an iphone...""
D*amn, it didn't appear as though the man was going for it. His words lead Zane to believe that he knew something was wrong. Hopefully he wouldn't dismantle the Zaneberry that was wish at this point. Something like that was akin to brain surgery for him and the slightest thing wrong could leave him transforming back into a gorgeous thief with the mind of a carrot. Not something he would be looking forward to in the least. Just another reason he wasn't a big fan of transforming into small electronics though.
"Unless something sneaked in there, I don't think I got any from Sam. It didn't make the little weird noise thing. You'd probably know better than I would. Well, we could always just lock up here and see if Sam is really at the Park. It's just down the street and we can finish closing at our own pace so long as it gets done before tomorrow. You work in the morning?"
Ha there was still a chance yet that he was gonna get away with the money. All he had to do now was sit and wait, hoping that the man would go with what the technology 'tard had said. Doing something else right now would definitely raise some suspicion. Mentally kicking back and relaxing he would remain the quiet, shiny Zaneberry in the palm of this man's hand, not a single text, call or bleep of any kind from him in sight.
"Nyah, I got tomorrow off. Fair trade for working on a friday night because it sucks" Dominic replied though he tensed up as he didn't mean to speak the the second sentence. He chuckled and gave Ghost a nervous smile. Honesty was always the best policy...except the whole sneaking off and letting a burglar in. He'd keep that swept under the rug. "We can go check really fast and if he's not there, we'll come back. The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can go to bed. Then I'm going to go to the mall and see if I can trade this thing in for a different model..." he said tucking the black berry back into his pocket. He started to walk off and then another thought hit him. Why did he have to go to central park? Couldn't Sam just come to Full Circle if he really needed to talk? Since when would he ever schedule a meeting at midnight in the park? Over the 5 months he had been at the mansion, Dominic had gotten to know his brother very well. He knew if Sam had something of the "of the utmost importance" to talk about, he would call and not send a dinky little text message. Also since when did Sam ever use the term "utmost importance"? Was that even in his vocabulary? Time to test this theory and see if Sam really was the one who sent that text. Dominic took out his phone again, his fingers tapping down on the keys and finished by pressing send to deliver the following message:
What's wrong? I know u've been a bit bugged ever since you came out the closet. I'll be there soon. By the way, when are u and Juan gonna tie the knot?
Now we would see. "So Ghost...you look lovely tonight." he said rubbing his nose highly amused by the text he had sent. "I'm getting kind of hungry. After we're done here, you wanna swing by that diner down the street and get a quick breakfast to go? I could use an omelette right about now."
