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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
It had seemed for a while that Charlie had completely thrown Jorge off his game and she was going to have to deal with a stammering man for the rest of the morning, but he had recovered from his little bout of astonishment. There really was nothing to be afraid of, after all. It was the same thing that he had seen all the night before, only in a different context.
She was, admittedly, full of surprises, and Charlie doubted that he could even guess the half of them, but she snorted nonetheless. With a shake of her head, she brushed off the comment. ”You’re one to talk, mister ‘I’m merely a local businessman,” she replied, throwing his world back at him verbatim.
She had been surprised by him. He had seemed like someone important for their conversation, and she had no doubt that he was powerful, but owning a penthouse apartment in the middle of Manhattan was a different matter. It was impressive, to say the least.
Jorge left the shower, leaving Charlie to take full advantage of the complete stream of water. She was finished with her regular routine, but she took a moment to appreciate the hot water that didn’t sputter or threaten to turn cold like it did at her apartment. Yeah, she could certainly live like that.
Still, she knew that it wasn’t something built to last beyond that night. Charlie didn’t do romance or relationships; she was built for one night stands and casual situations. She had learned her lesson long ago that any relationship she had was just going to be work and would only end up as a set of painful emotions later down the line. Plus, people didn’t often take the fact that she would never age very well. It was great for her, but it sucked for the ageing partner.
Jorge didn’t seem like the kind to want to get invested in anything lovey-dovey, either, which was part of the reason that Charlie didn’t mind staying for the morning. There seemed to be an understanding between them which made her feel very comfortable.
So, she turned off the tap when he started on the usual spiel, ready for what was coming. She was well used to the speech that he was starting, having heard it many times before, as if the person that she had slept with had thought that she, of all people, might get attached or want to stay longer than she was welcome.
He had trailed off part way through as he fixed his hair or something, so Charlie took the silence as an opportunity to step out of the shower and wrap herself in the towel that he had left out for her. She could finish the speech for him, by that point. She thought that she knew where he was going with it, so it was easy enough to tack on the words that he had trailed off from. ”I’m sure I’ll be able to find some coffee and close the door on my way out. I’m a big girl, Jorge. Don’t worry, I don’t want to make this any more awkward than-”
>>”…I would like you to come with me. That is…unless you have other plans in mind for exploring this world?”
Charlie stopped, dripping on the bathroom floor, and cocked her head at him. She had really misjudged him. She did her best to stay at face value whenever possible, but apparently, she hadn’t done a good enough job and he was falling or wanting companionship. Ugh. This was the worst situation.
”Look, Jorge,” she started politely, deciding to let the old man down easily. ”You’re a nice, rich guy, and honestly, if I was still in my sugar daddy stage, then maybe I would consider something long term here, but I’m really not looking to start anything. It’s better for the both of us if I just leave, I think.”
She sighed and shook her head as she ran her fingers through her hair. Damn, they had been so close to something that worked.
Yeah, she’d needed that shower. The night before had been fun, but it had also been sweaty, and Charlie didn’t like to go places when she smelled. Sure, she died fairly often, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t have good personal hygiene. If Jorge had a shower, then she was sure as hell going to use it. Even if it was occupied. She was just making herself at home.
She’d greeted him politely and then proceeded to go about her usual morning routine. She didn’t want sex and she didn’t expect him to do anything; she really just wanted a shower and she wasn’t good with boundaries. Besides, it wasn’t like there was anything there that she hadn’t seen the night before.
Jorge, on the other hand, didn’t seem to know what to do with her. It surprised her a little; he had seemed so suave the night before, and it was funny to see him put off his game. She smirked at him and quirked her eyebrows, which probably only made things worse.
>>”Sleep…well?”
Charlie shrugged. ”About as well as usual. You?” She’d slept fine. His bed was comfortable. It was a weird thing to make small talk with, but he was clearly having trouble being casual about it, so she bit.
She thanked him and took the bottle of soap, squeezing some out onto her hand before handing it back to him. Charlie kept her eyes on him as she lathered. ”Is there something wrong, Jorge?” she asked innocently, trying to prod him out of his shell of awkwardness.
There was no expectation from her. He could whistle, stay silent, go about his routine, pleasure himself, or do whatever the hell else he wanted and she wouldn’t care. Charlie didn’t typically spend more than a night with one person, and she wasn’t interested in anything more with him if he didn’t have anything else to offer her. All she wanted was a shower. Was that so wrong?
The evening had been an excellent distraction from life. For a while, Charlie had even gotten a little lost in the experience and had forgotten that she had crossed space and time to be in a completely different version of her world. Jorge was mysterious and interesting, and excellent at whatever he did. It was strange and endearing, and definitely not sustainable.
She woke to the sound of a shower running in the next room, finding herself alone on her back on a strange bed, staring at a ceiling that looked more expensive than the ones she usually stared at. Her hair was a mess behind her and she could feel the sticky sweat of exertion on her skin. It was hardly the first time that she’d woken up in a situation like that, but each time that she did it was a little different. That morning was no exception.
A part of her had wanted to leave as soon as he fell asleep, but something had kept her there the whole night. It was rare for her to do so at that point, since it was considered to be a rather romantic thing to do. People got less attached when they didn’t see you sleep. Still, she had stayed, and she didn’t regret it. Weird.
Jorge hadn’t killed her in her sleep, which was something that she had considered might happen the night before. There was something that was weirdly dangerous about him, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She wouldn’t have blamed him if he had killed her, though. She seemed to have a face that made people want to snuff her lights out.
But no, she was alive. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, orienting herself to the new surroundings. The apartment was even nicer looking in the pale morning light than it had been doused in the electric lighting of New York City the night before. She could smell the coffee brewing a little ways off, and the shower was definitely coming from the adjoining room.
Charlie stood up and stretched unashamedly in front of the wall-length window before taking a step toward the door. She opened it wide and slipped into the shower behind Jorge. Charlie already wasn’t famous for her understanding of boundaries, and she figured that they were well past any sort of worry about decency.
”Morning,” she greeted cordially as she let the water run over her pale features. Any scent of the night before was washed away by the stream, making way for a fresh day.
The guy was weird looking and he was saying some very weird things. There was no way that he wasn’t a mutant. The question was whether or not he was the kind of mutant that she thought he was. Charlie just wasn’t into shooting random people in the street for no reason.
>>"You don't seem very surprised. Or grossed out. Are you a nurse or something too?"
The blonde jutted a hip and considered him for a moment. She shook her head after a second. ”No, just someone that understands better than most,” she replied. It was likely true. Often, she wished that someone would just come around who understood her when she was in situations like that.
She bent to her knees and reached into her jacket, pulling her gun from the holster. As subtly as she could in the middle of a crowd of people, she held it to his head and looked him in the eyes. There was an audible gasp behind her, to which Charlie responded by glaring at the various onlookers.
”I have a few minutes before the authorities arrive and you’re on your own. Are you sure that this is what you want?” she questioned one last time.
When Allegra took out her phone, Charlie gave her an ever so slightly exasperated look. Selfies were strange, vain things that she still hadn’t quite wrapped her head around. Photographs were incredible things that were supposed to be used for a purpose. As a well-studied photographer in all forms of the technology since its invention, Charlie considered herself to be a bit of an expert on such things. People were throwing away the privilege with the instantaneousness of it all.
Still, she was supposed to be in her twenties, so selfies were meant to be her area of expertise. In order to keep up the guise, she threw the hat on and tilted it to the side, her hand resting on the brim. She gave the camera one of her most sultry looks and posed with the girl.
They were on their way after that, and Charlie was glad to be out of Allen’s field of vision. She hated seeing people become everything they hated when they aged. It was so sad. Part of her wanted to just shake him or put him out of his misery.
She wasn’t opposed to letting Allegra think that he knew her family. That actually made more sense than anything that she was about to tell her. People could make excuses for anything that didn’t make sense in nature. ”That’s probably it. I think she travelled, or something.” That was definitely not it. Travelling at that time from England to America was not easy or cheap. It wasn’t something that she expected a teen to know about, though.
”I think he was just sad,” Charlie sighed. ”Sometimes it’s hard to come to terms with the fact that you didn’t become the person that you wanted to be.” One of the best parts of her powers was that she didn’t have to worry about that. She had the next eternity to be whatever she wanted.
Allegra had drawn her attention to someone standing on a stage. Standing. Just standing. He wasn’t doing anything else. Normally, that would be something that would be laughed or booed off stage, but the crowd actually seemed to be having a great time. It was a very strange thing to see indeed. Charlie wanted to see more of it.
”We’re definitely checking that out,” Charlie nodded, stepping forward as she eyed the scene curiously. It was like nothing that she’d ever seen before, and she’d seen a lot. Every thought of hunger or thirst had gone from her mind, and all she wanted to do was see what was going on.
The more that Charlie pushed, the more comfortable Vanessa got. Apparently, all she had needed to do to make her trust her was tell the truth. A weird way of doing things, but Charlie wasn’t about to argue. If Vanessa was more comfortable with her being some kind of stalker than a worried upstairs neighbour, then that was fine by her. Everyone had their kinks.
The brunette had gotten even closer, pressing her arm against the wall and her body against Charlie’s. The blonde quirked an eyebrow and looked her up and down once again, allowing her to keep thinking that she had the upper hand. It was far from the first time that Charlie had found herself in a position like that, and, if she wanted to, she knew how to get out, but she wasn’t exactly rushing toward doing so.
”So what’s on my mind, then?” Charlie asked curiously. Maybe she was a mutant, or maybe she was just very intuitive. Maybe she was even one of those people that believed that she could communicate with the spirits. Whatever it was, it was working for her. If she could guess that Charlie was picturing her with fewer restrictive items, then she would get bonus points.
Brown eyes were staring directly at her, and it was hard not to get a little distracted from what she was supposed to be doing. The goal had been to have an easy watching assignment, not something where she would end up in a compromising position. Then again, knowing Charlie, it was easier said than done. She was well past the point of being able to get out of that situation, though, so all that she could do was roll with it.
>>”I’m starting to think I know what’s on yours right now, Cece, but first… be a doll and let me know who’s asking questions about me?”
Charlie tutted her tongue and slid her hand along Vanessa’s waist, lifting her shirt along the hem. ”You know I can’t do that, don’t you?” she whispered into Vanessa’s ear, her voice slow and soft. She was looking at the wall by that point, trying to clear her mind of all thoughts except inappropriate ones. If the woman really could read her mind, then the best way to distract her was to distract her. It was a good thing that she was easy on the eyes.
The blonde dipped her head and planted a kiss on Vanessa’s neck, trying to show her that as much as she may have wanted to be, Charlie wasn’t about to let her take control.
Charlie was well used to being up high. As a self-proclaimed dare devil, she had jumped from just about every peak that there was to jump from. Sometimes she did it with parachutes, and sometimes she just jumped. It was always a little more fun to experience the rush of falling the whole way down.
Despite her numerous experiences with height, she still admired it. Standing in that penthouse with a view of most of the city was incredible. She could spot each building and see far into the river. It would be a perfect place for work, too. So much better than her current apartment which was only midway up the building. It was just too bad that it was in a completely different world and whatever they were doing there probably wasn’t going to be a permanent thing.
Jorge was clearly loaded, and he had chosen well in terms of real estate. Charlie was incredibly jealous, but she had to look on the bright side and commend her earlier self for a good choice in a person to go home with.
Jorge had offered her another drink, and she took another whisky. She didn’t want anything frilly and it seemed like it would be best to stick with what had worked before. She waited at the window, not bothering to offer to help. She wanted to be charmed, after all. After a few minutes and some sounds of glasses clinking, a hand appeared in front of her with a fresh glass of the liquid.
>>”As I said…hell of a view.”
”I’d hate to see what you’re paying for rent,” she chuckled, her eyes fixed on the city in front of her. He was a king in his castle with a full view of his citizens below. She felt powerful and important standing there. There and at the club both he had been in charge of his domain, and it was incredible to see. She wondered what he used his power for.
Charlie took the glass from him and took a sip, staying still while he kissed her neck. His scruff felt rough on her skin, but she didn’t mind. She was no stranger to rough.
>>”Thoughts?”
”Do you want to hear my thoughts or do you want to do what we came to do?” Charlie asked, turning around and placing her liquor on a nearby table. She stood back up straight and undid his tie, pulling the fabric slowly from his collar. ”I mean, I’m fine to stand here and wax poetic, but there are other things we could be spending our time on.”
The idea that they could go somewhere private seemed to spur Jorge on. With the okay from her, he bent down and suggested that they go back to his penthouse. Oh, yeah. He was definitely loaded. People short on cash didn’t have penthouses with views of the river. If there had been any doubt in her mind that he was making stuff up, it was dispelled in that moment. She was going to his penthouse with a view of a river.
Charlie had put her hand on the back of his neck as he bent forward, and she stood there now, purring under her breath. ”That sounds like a plan,” she said, as if that would have any impact on the course of the evening at that point. They both knew where it was leading and what they would be doing. Having a view of the river during it didn’t sound bad, either. In fact, it was probably going to be one of the nicest… meetings that she’d had in awhile.
After Charlie had grabbed her discarded jacket, the two of them exited the club and walked to the car that Jorge had parked outside, because of course he had a car parked outside. What kind of person with any money didn’t have a car parked outside?
Charlie winked at the man standing outside of the car, figuring that he likely worked for the man that she was accompanying home. Again, he had an odd phantom of a look, as if he recognized her from long ago, despite the fact that it was completely impossible. Charlie ignored it in favour of climbing into the vehicle.
She ignored the conversation outside, her common sense as a private investigator having been turned off for the evening. If she wanted to know something, then she was just going to get it out through other means.
The ride to his building was relatively short, given that they were in New York traffic, but they made do in the back of the car. Charlie, at least, knew how to keep him entertained. By the time they had gone upstairs, there was already a level of comfort that had been achieved.
He really hadn’t been kidding. The view was fantastic. Upstairs, Charlie found it difficult to tear herself away from a window. Really, there wasn’t any reason to, so long as he joined her there.
To Charlie’s delight, Jorge was a wonderful dancer. Each move that she made was matched in skill, passion, and energy, which showed her that he was more than able to keep up with her. Despite his seemly old age (not that she could judge), the man was spry and energetic, which excited Charlie, especially since he was rich as anything and very much into her.
As the music swirled into a different number, the two dancers merely picked up the tempo. The cowbell that kept the beat under the electric guitar was a perfect anchor for her each move. It was just a shame that she was dressed wrong for such a dance. She really needed a dress that would shake and move with each movement of her hips.
She took Jorge’s hands and turned and spun around with him, twisting in and out in a more formal salsa style. It was nice to be able to dance with someone that was able to keep up and knew what they were doing. Most of the people that Charlie had danced with in recent history were completely incapable of following a beat or doing any sort of movement that was more complicated than the sprinkler. She missed when Jorge’s generation was in their prime.
The second song faded out, signalling the end of that set. Charlie was a little disappointed, but she knew that nothing lasted forever, not even dances like that. She took a step back and smoothed her dishevelled hair, eyeing the crowd that had stayed at a reasonable distance from the two dancers. Slowly, the floor was starting to fill back up.
>>”You truly are full of wonders…”
His voice dripped like honey and he clearly wanted something else. No more beating around the bush.
”Tell me more about it somewhere more private,” she told him, having stood on her toes to breathe the words in his ear. There was no question in her voice, only confidence. Jorge had made things clear enough for her. They were on the same page and it was pointless to keep spending the evening dancing around the line. If they wanted something, what on earth was the point of waiting for it?
Charlie stepped out onto the dance floor, expecting the crowds to stay as they were as they travelled onto the floor. However, with Jorge following her, it seemed that Charlie was going to get certain privileges. The sheeple parted like the red sea, allowing the centre of the dance floor for just the two of them. Not a word was spoken, but there was a clear understanding shared in that club.
Undeterred by the fact that they would be dancing in a mostly abandoned part of the dance floor with full visibility, Charlie sauntered forward, ahead of her companion, swaying her hips and running her hands through her hair as she did so. When she’d reached the centre of the dance floor, she removed her jacket and threw it to the side. It was far too warm for it there.
The music that was playing was not typical club music. It was not the kind of thing that university students would get intoxicated to while losing their hearing. Instead, it was far more sophisticated and detailed, being played with a live band and encouraging some actual dancing skill.
Feeling freer in her blue tank top and jeans, Charlie began to dance. She’d been around a long time, and she’d picked a few things up over the years, one of them being the art of dancing. The song that was playing called for something along the lines of a salsa dance, but she wasn’t sure how much of that Jorge knew. She didn’t want to leave him in the dust, so she began to lead him in something between a salsa and a slow dance.
Her hands moved between their position above her head, tangled in her hair, and Jorge’s body. She wasn’t shy with touch or with her movements, so she got close to him quickly. By the end of the song, while the music was speeding up and crescendoing in a show of talent and skill, Charlie had let loose completely; shaking and moving against him in time with each beat. It was just like something out of the 20s or 30s.
It had been far too long since she’d danced like that.
Vanessa was a tough nut to crack. She was either suspicious of Charlie or she was just the most needlessly secretive person on the planet. It was getting a little frustrating, but Charlie was trying not to let that fact show. She had nothing to do that day, so as long as she could stay there, she had an in. It was clear that she wouldn’t get another chance after that one.
Her questions were answered in as little detail as possible, giving Charlie almost nothing to work with. What was she supposed to return to her client with? She lives in New York with all the family that she cares about and is single. Sure, they were definitely going to pay her for that. Ugh.
She was going to have to go harder than that. Either she wasn’t doing enough, or she was doing too much. Either way, she definitely had to change course and rethink what she was doing. Maybe she could just-
Oh. Vanessa was suddenly very, very close. Charlie really hadn’t been expecting that, but she could certainly roll with it. Her eyes shot downward to look the woman up and down at that proximity before trailing back upward. Yeah, she could roll with that. She smelled amazing.
>>”I work in entertainment. Is that specific enough for whoever sent you here?”
Damn. Well, the jig was up. No use pretending anymore. Besides, it was probably more fun to just admit the truth by that point.
Charlie stayed still and leaned her head back against the wall as she chuckled. ”I see I can list a brain as one of your many assets, then,” she said with the slightest hint of an eyebrow quirk. Her hand had reached around found its way to a spot below Nessa’s hips, where she squeezed hard. ”You must be really good at reading people. It’s not often that people guess that quickly.”
>>”Whatever you so desire, my dear. You name it and I’m certain the proprietor of this fine establishment will be able to provide it.”
The corners of Charlie’s mouth curled upward and she made a slow purring noise. Jorge was a sly gentleman, by the looks of it. It seemed like he got what he wanted through charm and wit rather than force. It was always admirable to see someone quick on their feet and good with words.
From the sounds of it, though, he didn’t need to use charm or wit to get anything in that place. It seemed that the vibe of power that Charlie got from him was because he was the mysterious ‘proprietor of the fine establishment’. By that point, though, it wasn’t all that surprising. It actually fit quite nicely.
”Nice place you’ve got here, Jorge,” she complimented before downing the rest of her whisky. She breathed deeply as she took it in and then set the glass down on the counter. She could have anything she wanted in the bar. As she looked around at the incredible setting, she realized that she really only did want one thing from it. More information about the man that she was standing with. The dancers, the booze, the gambling; they would all be waiting, and they would be in her world too. She had an in with the owner of the bar and it seemed like a shame to waste it.
Charlie took a slender finger and ran it down the center of his tie, then flicked it up and ran it along the base of his chin. He was powerful, but she had nothing to lose.
”What do you say we do a bit of dancing and then you can give me a tour?” Charlie suggested, her eyebrows raised seductively as she stepped toward the dance floor.
Jorge really was a gentleman. He was offering to show her the world behind the tear in the universe, and his hands hadn’t even started to wander yet. His eyes, were, of course, but in Charlie’s experience, it was hard to find a man whose eyes didn’t. She wasn’t exactly set on finding a gentleman (her standards were pretty low), but it was always interesting to find one in a sea of men who weren’t. Especially in an establishment that featured semi-nude dancers. It was somewhere that gentlemen tended to flock toward, to say the least.
He was a little mysterious, though. There was something about him the exuded power, yet he hadn’t claimed any. He was either trying very hard not to be subtle or to suddenly sweep her off her feet. Either way, Charlie was planning on sticking around to find out. The conversation was interesting, the drinks were pretty good, and there was the potential for the night to get better. She wasn’t going anywhere fast.
The questions that she’d asked about his life had been somewhat deflected, or at least answered in the least amount of detail possible. He was more interested in drawing her attention toward the world that she was now in, which only made her more interested in seeing what secrets he was keeping.
>>”I dunno about that. Sometimes the wrong things can be just as entertaining.”
Charlie grinned widely and shook her head as she took another sip of her whisky. ”I like your thinking, Jorge,” she said in a low tone, raising her eyebrow at him. ”What ‘wrong things’ were you considering?”
He either wanted to sleep with her or get the ball rolling with something interesting. Either way, she was game. She was far too invested to feign anything else by that point.
Oh, come on. Now she was giving people flashbacks? As if the day hadn’t already been weird enough. Charlie sighed and looked to the side as she allowed the man to stare at her. If she wasn’t going to give him any indication that he was on the right track, then she at least owed him a good stare or two.
His daughter had other ideas about what was acceptable, and Charlie didn’t argue, not wanting to make a scene. She just felt bad for Allen. He’d been cool back in the day, though it looked like he hadn’t done all that much since then. She seriously hoped that she hadn’t done anything to steer him in the wrong direction. As much as doing stuff like that was fun in the moment, she hated to stumble upon former acquaintances and find them in worse shape than she’d left them.
”Uh, sure. I’ll take this,” Charlie said, taking the first hat from a stack and putting it on the little counter that they’d cleared off to sell merchandise. She hadn’t really looked at it, but it seemed like it would do. She wasn’t going to turn down the offer for cool clothes, or for a discount.
Allegra came out of the dressing room, and Charlie grabbed her arm gently, steering her away from the back of the tent. ”You look great. We’re gonna head out,” she said the second sentence a little louder and gave the two people in the tent a tight smile. Quickly, she handed them a bill and waited for her change.
“We appreciate your business,” the man said wearily, unable to peel his eyes away from Charlie as he gave her the change. Man, she had really done a number on him.
Charlie nodded awkwardly, ”sure, anytime.” With the exchange done, she stepped out of the tent and hoped that Allegra would follow quickly.
Oh. Someone got hit by a taxi. Well, that sucked a lot.
Charlie stood across the street, a frozen yoghurt spoon in her mouth as she watched on. The guy looked pretty mangled from where she was standing, but he was clearly still alive and talking. From her position, she could hear a little of what he was saying. It wasn’t often that someone claimed that they would be fine if someone just killed them.
It was a bit of an understatement to say that Charlie was intrigued. She couldn’t even begin to count the number of times she’d told someone just to shoot her so she wouldn’t have to deal with some horrifying injury. Usually, whoever was near her would just give her a terrified look and leave her to do it herself.
If what she thought might be happening was actually happening, though, then she would gladly step in and finish the job for him. She was carrying a gun, so she wouldn’t even have to get her hands all that dirty.
Charlie stepped out onto the street and walked over to the crowd of people, pushing her way to the front so that she could drop to a crouch and look the guy in the face. Yeah, he was in rough shape. Poor guy.
Her frozen yoghurt cup hung loosely in her hand as she cocked her head at him. ”So you want to die, huh? What’s that gonna solve?”
It was always good to check before shooting. She didn’t exactly want to kill a guy on a hunch, even if he looked like he would be better off if she did.
