Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20180824062111/@comment-5385060-20181021224150

Becky climbed off the bike as they came to a stop behind the motel. She slumped to the ground, pulling her knees up, resting her forearms on them. "That was close," she muttered. "I thought I would have longer before the cops took notice." She pulled the band out of her dyed purple hair, letting it tumble down her back. "I went to meet that contact I mentioned. They were late. I sat there watching some a-hole laughing at this old guy. He wasn't even homeless. Before I knew it, I had a spray can, and I was spraying messages all down the street. I managed to tag a store window, the sidewalk, most of the way down the road, then I started on this fence. A cop saw me and well... yeah, you know what happened next."