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 was a sensation like nothing else he had experienced. Pure energy surged through his entire body, burning up everything in its path. He could feel his flesh burning, and smell it cooking around him. Try as he might to move his body away and to safety, he simply couldn’t move at all. His entire body was paralyzed while the entire ordeal took place.
After what felt like it could have been hours, the surges finally seemed to end and both of the combatants collapsed into a dark heap. The lamp had been the one light source in the alley, and without it, there was nothing but the occasional flash of lighting peppered in between long stretches of empty darkness. Sizing up the situation became significantly more difficult, and he really couldn’t do much to improve things. His entire body was burning, his mind felt like it was splitting apart, and he couldn’t really see, but he could tell he’d just burned through a significant chunk of his flesh. He felt scrawny and weak, and unless the mystery man was in equally rough shape, if not worse, things would only continue to spiral from here. And the people! He’d been seen! People were going to come back and look for him.
This night was a lost cause, and he knew it. He needed to get away, and sooner would be better. He climbed back up on his trembling feet, stumbling a little. They rocked and wobbled and he almost collapsed. He couldn’t tell where the old man was at this point either, and even though he was in rough shape himself, not being electrocuted probably put him one step above everyone else in the alley physically. He kept his ears open and attentive, but all he could hear was the rain, each drop sounding thunderous.
Inching his way towards the fire escape, he managed to get a hand on the ladder as he tried to pull himself up. He could hear voices on the street beginning to get louder and a few faint sirens in the distance. This alley was about to get far too crowded for his liking.
This mystery man knew just how to get under Shane’s skin. He was yelling now, and loud. Noise really was just about the last thing he wanted to deal with. It was late and wet, and the streets were always filled with noise, but voices shouting for help generally did seem to stick out in the mess of sound the city had to offer. It only added insult to injury that he was developing a headache from the dog now. It did mean that the new addition was fully absorbed, but impaired judgment was usually a by-product of the pain. Never a good thing.
This reeling maneuver he was putting through the tests wasn’t quite working with the speed and efficiency he had hoped for. The added weight of the rider just bogged everything down. This wasn’t working. He wasn’t going to scare this man off. He wasn’t going to sneak anything past him. Asking nicely was doubtful. If a direct confrontation needed to happen, then Shane might as well be the one to start the festivities off.
His legs appeared to just melt away into the surrounding sludge as his body collapsed into a heap of dark flesh. The resulting thump seemed to shake the earth, but really it just created a rippling splash that spread throughout the drowning alley. His whole body stretched out, long and snake-like, except for the tentacle, still wrapped around the old man’s leg. Like an elevator, Shane began to reel himself in, moving towards his opposition extremely quickly. The weight continued to drag the old man towards him, but the mystery man’s grip kept him relatively well planted where they stood.
Before either of the two of them knew what was happening, Shane was on top of them. He grabbed hold of the raggedy old man and tossed him aside into a pile of trash. He wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. The young one was whole he wanted. Still shouting as loud as he could, Shane pounced on top of him, forming a hand to wrap around his mouth.
“How about we give you something better to scream about?” rumbled out from his lips. He lowered his face down only inches away from the man’s face as he mumbled out inaudible gibberish from behind Shane’s hand. His focus was broken by the sounds of splashing feet a dozen feet off. Breaking eye contact, he looked up to see two young teenagers in oversized jackets staring right at him from the end of the alley.
“S***” was all the one boy could say. It’s the only word Shane could think of as well.
This was new. It had been a long time since Shane had really been forced to deal with an opponent of competence. Back when he had first arrived in the forests he had needed to deal with wolves and other predators for dominance, but not since then. He’d generally preferred the simplest targets with the minimal effort. Putting in too much effort sometimes made the whole thing no longer worth it. But when you you’ve wandered right into the middle of it like he had, you don’t have much of a choice in the matter. Shane was not the type to run away.
The dog he’d consumed wasn’t too big, so the bubbling flesh wouldn’t last too long before calming into synergy with the rest of his body. It also wouldn’t contribute to his size too much more either, which was unfortunate, he could really use a bit more girth tonight. He was already a little smaller then he was when this night began. His softer gooey flesh slid to his back as he slipped into a far more human shape. Dropping his favourite low jaw, he let slip a bit of a growl towards the young, posing man. It was a little wheezy and even managed to crack a bit; he didn’t use his voice very often.
“He’s mine.” He managed to cough out. His eyes briefly darting to the old man before locking them back on the hero in front of him. He wasn’t smiling anymore. He had no interest in making this a game. The old man was still the easy kill, and was large enough to make an excellent meal. All he needed to do was get him back and finish him quick, even if it meant a mess. He wasn’t sure how many more days he’d still be up for big hunts like tonight.
Shane swung his arm out like you would crack a whip and in reaction the imaginary whip became a reality. A long, slender tentacle went soaring through the air in the two men’s direction. His legs appeared to collapse out from under him, as if the bones in them had just snapped for no reason. Shane didn’t react to it in the slightest. The tentacle quickly and effortlessly wrapped around the leg of the poor old man lying on the ground as he tried to crawl away.
Shane’s eyes remained fixed on the younger man the entire time.
Perhaps he’d been a little too focused on the deed to pay attention to his surroundings. Perhaps he’d had more faith in the sound cover the rain was providing then he should have. Regardless of what happen specifically, it was clear that the other man from the ally had woken up, and he was aware of what was going on. Shane was a little surprised though. Traditionally it was normal for people he encountered to turn around and go the other way when they encountered him, but this boy seemed to be insisting on a confrontation.
He looked as though he was a relatively recent addition to the street rat community. He hadn’t been there long himself, but he’d done quite a bit of observation of that demographic, and this one seemed to fit right into the new member category. He wasn’t quite sure what it was. Probably the facial expressions that he made that said he wasn’t used to the environment yet.
The man he was smothering had begun to slow, but he was still squirming a bit, though not enough to put up any kind of fight. The dog was all ready passed out under the weight of his hand though. Raising his body up, making himself as top heavy as he could manage, he stood up, relieving the older man in the process. He rolled over, gasping, trying to catch his breath. Physically he was far too weak to move at the moment. Shane could finish him afterward.
He lifted the dog’s limp body up in the air, partially to taunt the man across from him. It’s legs dangled down in front of him, but its head was already engulfed by Shane’s arm. Shaking it around a bit to make sure he had the man’s attention, he spread his body around the rest of the body, consuming it’s small body entirely. His arm began to bubble up around the area where dog once was, his fist rapidly growing.
The man on the ground below him tried to say something, but could only manage a few gasps.
The four men confidently marched towards the hut, snapping photos of the surrounding area as they got closer and closer. It was still daylight, and while none of them truly believed that there was a ghost or shade in this hut, they all had in their back of their mind that even if there was, they weren’t going to see it in the day time. Michael didn’t quite share the same point of view. While he was a skeptic at heart, he was very nervous about what killed that deer, be it a man whole lives out here, or something else. Whatever it turned out to be, he wasn’t too keen on finding out, and this hut seemed as though it would end up having something to do with it.
“Hello?” William’s son shouted at the hut. All three of the other heads turned to look at him with a disapproving eye.
“Seth! Keep your voice down.” William whispered, loudly. Unimpressed, he tossed Seth his bag, knocking the boy back a few steps and he walked up to the door of the hut. With Seth just a few feet behind him, Will poked his head into the curtain, quietly uttering a “hello?”
Across from him stood a dark figure, hidden in shadow. The man was wearing a long coat that ran right down to the floor with a hat that covered his head. He stood with his back to the door, staring down at a collection of framed photos sitting together on the floor. He was tall, over 6 foot at least, and he wasn’t speaking. Swallowing hard with an audible gulp, William tried again.
“Umm… hello. My name is William Thomas. I was wondering if it would be possible to ask you a few questions about the way live out here.” No Response. He tries again. “This cabin is pretty impressive. Did you build it yourself?” Again, no response. He noticed that the man’s head was aimed right down to the floor where the pictures were. “Is that your family?” William asked. The man grunted. Sensing progress, William took a step forward.
Shane wasn’t impressed. Hearing the sound of shoes on his leaf covered floor, he raised his head, averting his eyes from the photographs. William stopped his advance after the first step. His hand was quivering now, Shane’s size was little but intimidating. William could hear sounds not unlike cracking knuckles. Shane was forming a mouth and preparing to use a muscle he hadn’t used in a long time.
Barely understandable, a creaky, coarse voice mumbled the words “Get out.” Before William had a chance to respond, Shane slowly turned his head revealing the black skin and white eyes. His mouth was a giant jaw, resembling a skull more then a normal person’s face. An “Oh s***” was all William could muster up and he slowly backed out of the hut. Shane did not break eye contact once.
White as a ghost, William backed out into the field where all of the eager members of the party were waiting, curious what was inside. He didn’t look at any one of them. His eyes just stayed fixed on the doorway as he slowly backed up. He was mumbling something under his breath as he walked, but no one could quite understand what. Seth looked at his father with confusion as he moved past him. Moving his head back and forth between the hut and his father, he put on a looked that said one thing to the other two men in the group: “I’m going in there.”
Michael began taking a few steps towards Seth, but by that point he’d already turned to move towards the hut. He was close to it already, and he ran to it with enthusiasm; Michael really had no way to catching up. Throwing the curtain aside, He burst into the hut.
“What’s going on in here?” he demanded as he stormed into the small hut. His cool composure vanished pretty quickly as a startled Shane spun around, revealing his gaping jaw and impressive size. His body began to change, with most of his weight “sliding down into his legs, bulking them up while simultaneously shrinking his top half until his jacket fell off of his now scrawny arms. Seth was fumbling around with his pack trying to find the machete that should have been in there. Slowly backing out of the hut himself. Shane let out a bit of growl, sort of a low hum a bit like a grunt before launching all of the mass that was now in his legs forward, propelling his entire body out of the door, sending Seth flying out with him.
Crashing out the door, the collision sent Seth’s body flying, disorienting him on the landing. The sound of the whole thing grabbed everyone’s attention, immediately, even snapping William out of his almost trance-like state. Both Michael and the other student began running immediately, while William started shouting Seth’s name. Grabbing a large stick lying on the ground, William began charging towards Shane, flailing the club as he run. Shane switched his focus to Will. First collapsing into a ball, he launched out a long tentacle, which he plucked the club from William’s hand with, tossing it to the side. Forming back into a humanoid shape, he charged at William, batting him aside back towards the thick bushes he had cut the hole in earlier. Michael had just re-emerged from that very doorway, immediately helping William up.
“Will, we need to get out of here. Now!” He shouted at the tired, winded man. He wouldn’t hear any of it. Getting to his feet, he looked up to the shade, still staring right at him, slowly moving forward. Forming the same large, skull-like jaw, he began to build crack a bit of an intimidating smile.
BANG.
A gunshot had just rung out, echoing around the woods. The sounds of birds flying form their treetop resting places could be heard in all other directions. The entire forest seemed to get quieter in response. Shane’s smile had disappeared and he clutched at a small wound on what was currently his arm. He quickly spun around, eying Seth who now held up a small revolver towards Shane. He was lying on his side, propped up by his elbow, the entire contents of his pack spread out over the ground around him. The wound on his side was spilling out blood.
“Seth!” William shouted again. He wasn’t listening though. Him and Shane were locked in a staring matched that seemed to last forever. Finally Shane let out another growl, driving into the air, his body molding into one long snake like figure. Seth fired again, missing due to the unexpected the shape change. The next thing he knew, Shane was on top of him. He’d grabbed the hand that held the gun and was squeezing it, the rest of him covering Seth’s body, the weight holding him down. A crack could be heard followed by Seth’s screaming as Shane broke his wrist with the constriction. The gun fell down to their side.
Wrapping his tentacles around Seth’s neck, he began to squeeze. William started to run towards the two of them but Michael grabbed him, holding him back telling him it was too late. Seth and Shane’s eyes did not leave each others the entire time this struggle took place. The boy flailed his good arm around, trying to get a grasp on the gun again, but he couldn’t seem to find it. The whole thing seemed to last hours for everyone involved, but really it was no more then 2 minutes.
Dragging William out kicking a screaming, Michael ran. Seth’s flailing arm slowed down until it didn’t move any longer. Shane began to loosen his grip. Looking around and realizing the others had left, His body began to get the tingling feeling of fresh meat. Shane was only partially himself at this point. The animal inside him had taken over much of the confrontation, and now it was taking care of the spoils as well. Completely covering Seth’s limp body, Shane began to take the boy into himself. His body bubbled and grew, and he could feel his instincts starting to push his consciousness out of the way.
He hated the rain. He knew in his head that when it started to pour, it was ideal conditions to venture out into the city and start looking for a meal. When it was pouring, people tended to stay off the streets a little more, and it’s just so noisy that very few people would even notice him slithering along the ground beside them. The rain made hunting ideal for him. But he still hated it. While everyone else was out finding shelter, he was out on the rooftops, naked and freezing. He’d managed to get lucky and never really get too sick, but he had no idea where he would go if he ever did.
He’d settled on a relatively long and narrow alley for the night’s business. He’s spotted two men curled up in their respective shelters and was waiting for them to nod off. The location was ideal, deep and narrow enough to limit visibility for them street, and with long closed restaurants on either side, the chances of an employee wandering out and seeing him were very slim. There were two men, but he felt relatively confident he could take care of it without waking the other.
The decision of which one seemed relatively obvious to him as well. There was a younger man, curled up under a noisy air conditioner that appeared to be new to the streets, and was in relatively good shape. A combination to could lead to a struggle Shane wasn’t interested in dealing with. The older man further down the alley was fairly ideal. He seemed to be quite older then his roommate, and relatively thin. The collection of do-dads and trinkets lying around his makeshift tent told him that he’d been there for a while, and that he probably didn’t have much to fight for. He wouldn’t likely put up much of a fight overall.
The roof over his head meant Shane’s traditional drop wouldn’t work. Plus with the younger man just a few feet away, causing too much noise crashing down would likely stir him awake, even with the noise cover of a running air conditioner. He’d need to get in there some other way.
Satisfied that conditions were as good as they were going to get, Shane worked his way down the side of the building. Scaling brick was something he’d needed to for quite some time, only just finally starting to get the hang out it. But that’s all going up, climbing down and not making noise is a whole other situation. Clinging to the roof’s edge, he slowly and carefully lowered his body down like an elevator, landing with a splash. Flattening out his body, he began to slither his way towards the older man.
His entire shelter was covered in garbage bags and the trash that was at one time in them. His entire body was covered in them with the exception of his head and one shockingly thin arm resting over top. He almost looked like he was floating in a sea of garbage, or perhaps more like a child swimming in a ball pit – except with garbage. He had a rough face that was covered with an equally rough, grey bread.
Crawling forward, inching his way up, Shane began extending a limb towards the man’s face. He hovered around it for a moment, collecting his thoughts one last time before taking a large breath. Then he struck, wrapping a tentacle-like limb around the man’s neck and face, cutting off his air. The man immediately woke up. Shane’s hand had already spread around the man’s entire head, so he couldn’t see anything, and what was left of his weight was now planted right on top of the man to stop him from moving around. Now it was just a waiting game.
That’s when the dog woke up.
Hidden underneath the piles of garbage was a Boston Terrier that Shane had failed to notice. The dog, quickly realizing something was not right, began barking furiously before lunging at Shane to bite him. Reaching out another limb, he quickly pinned the dog’s head to the ground, holding it there while covering it with his body the same way he had the man covered, still trying to wiggle free.
He may have been contained, but that dog managed to make a lot of noise for such a little pup.
Shane pulled back the curtain that served as a door and entered into his little humble abode. For the most part it was empty. It’s walls we’re manly just supporting each other, assembled out of logs leaning upright on one another, meeting at the top center forming a point. Leaves and smaller twigs filled in the spaces in between. It was strong enough to hold again the elements, but it wasn’t well designed for decoration. A few carvings were scattered throughout the single room, mostly crude child-like drawings, but still very personal and valuable to Shane.
Really the only decorations in the hut were a few family photos that sat in the corner of them room. They were mostly pictures of him with his father, some in the wilderness camping, some just a home. All of them reminded Shane of a time when he was happier, not to mention a time when his memories were intact. He wanted to make sure that those memories always lasted; he refused to let himself forget their faces.
Shane stumbled a bit as he walked into the hut. He had noticed with the bigger prey he had been hunting less that he had been experiencing headaches shortly after he consumed them. They weren’t like any other headaches he’d had before either. It felt like something scraping across the inside of his head, and it would come and go for a few hours when he got them. It was almost rhythmic, the way the pain would come and go. They would never last too long, but they were painful as hell. This one was due to start passing any minute, but knowing that didn’t help him to deal with the pain right now. The pain actually began to get to be too much for him to handle. Hands on his head, he fainted.
…
He was dreaming. He always knew when he was dreaming. The problem with knowing he was in them was that he couldn’t control what happened. The majority of time, he felt like a bystander in his own dreams, observing them from the outside. In reality, he knew that what he was watching unfold were his memories, or at least pieces of them, and he couldn’t change their out come.
This time he was running in a field, up on a hill, and bellow him was a herd of deer. He looked down on them, grazing and drinking from a near by river.
And then like that, the memory moved on.
Now he was with his mother. She was sitting across from him in a chair reading. Shane had a magazine in front of himself, reading up on something, only to linger on an ad for hunting equipment. He could hear something resembling wood chopping in the background. A good CHOP, CHOP, CHOP going on, far in the distance.
And again, the memory was over.
This time however, he didn’t move on. This time he was waking up. The chopping wasn’t going away though. Standing himself up, he looked out the side of his curtain. He could see that a few men were chopping their way through the bushes. Panicking, he looked back into his room, locking eyes on his parent’s photos.
He wasn’t going anywhere, and no one was going to take his home from him.
I'm down for a scenario like that. I feel like it might be a better use of your powers if I go after someone other then you, but I'm open to either. I guess we have a reasonable start to this whole thing then. Does it sound fine to everyone else?
I'm down for somewhere in between. Somehow I doubt friendship is in the stars just yet, but full out attack doesn't need to be the only other option. Who knows, maybe you can save someone/something I try and kill, scaring me off momentarily? (I forget how quick your powers work, so I'm not sure if that's possible). I'm open to suggestion on the plot of this thread, but I think it's safe to say an alley or something similar will be the setting.
Haha, not quite ready to deal with an adapted (Mainly because I have no idea how Shane's power would react to it).
A cop would be a pretty reasonable opener I think though. Or a cop in Training. I could always go and eat a hobo. That would make for pretty reasonable excuse for a police officer to stumble upon him. He's meant to have just recently stumbled into the city and plans on keeping a very low profile, at least for now, so whatever we end up doing will probably be a rather awkward and somewhat defensive interaction on Shane's part.
Who is your fourth, out of curiosity? I know of Lenna, Shin, and Aurum (obviously).
And haha, I was unaware you were also Canadian Lucas, do you have any ideas? same basic criteria as above.
It hadn’t taken the men long to pack up their things and be on their way. By that weekend they had managed to convince Albert to head out into the wilderness with them without much hassle, on the condition that he get credit as the first sighting in their book. Considering their plan to stay the night, they were packed rather light. No call for rain meant they hadn’t figured tents would be very important, plus they intended to work much of the night.
Mainly armed with photography equipment, they did have a few measurement devices neatly packed away in their backpacks. Albert had no idea what any of this stuff was for, and really, he didn’t care. He mainly lived off of charity, so when some offers you money to show them a place you’d been before, you take it. Albert hadn’t packed much at all, just a bottle of water and his walking stick; he had no intention of staying the night. The “Hut” was just a few hours into the forest; a he had every intention of showing them the place, and taking off before the sun started setting.
There were five of them in total now. The men from the diner had added on two more considerably younger individuals to their “team.” These two, as far as Albert could tell were some kind of students doing some kind of placement. He wasn’t sure what they were studying, but he definitely thought that what ever it was, this was a stupid way to learn it. He never cared enough to ask them questions. One of these two students – the blond one – seemed to be hanging pretty close to William. From as far as he could tell, they were probably father and son.
“We’re getting close” Albert mentioned, just to break the silence. The crunching of leaves was beginning to give him a headache, and although he would never admit it, nothing made him feel more relaxed then the sound of his own voice. “I remember this field.”
“How long has it been since you came here?” the blond student questioned. “You seem to remember it really well.” He didn’t seem as though he meant anything by it, there was a faint sense of disbelief in the tone of his question.
“Don’t you worry, I don’t forget a thing, and I ain’t no liar neither. If I say this is where the hut it, then this is where it is!” Albert snapped.
“Ok, sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. Just curious.” The blond boy responded. His father gave him a rather stern look, pushing him ahead of the group as they walked. A few moments of silence followed, until the taller man from the diner stopped to take a knee and examine the ground.
“You find something Michael?” William asked, raising a hand to stop the group, turning around and heading towards the very focused man. He was examining markings on the ground that appeared to be hoof marks, but they had ripped up the grass outward from the origin.
“What do you have?” William asked curiously, taking out his camera.
“Looks like some kind of a struggle. Probably a deer. What ever killed it didn’t draw any blood though, or leave any part of the body near by. Could be a snake, but nothing like that lives anywhere near here.” Michael looked incredibly confused. He was the “animal” guy in their partnership, usually taking the lead on the stories that dealt with “monsters” and other non-sense like that. Taking the camera from William, he snapped off a few pictures of the scene, more puzzled then anyone else. As the group started to pack up and continue on their way, Michael and Albert both shared a look of concern. They both suspected this could have something to do with their little expedition.
Pushing through the brush a little bit farther, they came upon a very dense collection of bushes, thick enough to completely hide everything on the other side. William went to grab the machete out of Michael’s pack when Albert stopped them.
“This is the place.” Albert said, foot tapping nervously the whole time.
“You’re sure?” William asked.
Albert managed to squeeze in a frustrated look at him before his face transitioned back to a look of concern. “This is as far as I go with you. You know the way back out again, right?” He was already started to inch his way back. “The hut is right on the other side of these bushes.”
William, looking a little frustrated, reluctantly sighed and nodded. We’ll find our way back. Thank you.”
Albert slowly backed away from them, slowly turning around, still keeping his eyes on the bushes. William was now marching towards the dense mess of twigs and thorns, machete in hand. Albert’s last look before he completely turned around was of William taking his first swings at the bushes.
After a few moments of furious hacking and slashing, and a hole had been cut straight through revealing a relatively large open space with a barely standing shack stationed right in the center.
“I think we’ve found our place.” William announced confidently. Packing away the machete, the four men proudly walked towards the hut, all smiles and cameras in hand.
That would make for pretty reasonable excuse for a police officer to stumble upon him.