West Ryder Silver Bullet: Comedy RP
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"We gotta' get to the drop off point my lad. Standard routine, we meet our launderer, dump the money and get outta' dodge."
Marty flexed his shoulders. The bags full of money were quite heavy after all.
"Speak of the devil."
The crew slowly approached Portal who seemed to be toying with his monocle.
"Oi! We got your money you posh git."
Marty flexed his shoulders. The bags full of money were quite heavy after all.
"Speak of the devil."
The crew slowly approached Portal who seemed to be toying with his monocle.
"Oi! We got your money you posh git."
"Portal!!" Joe had been lagging behind the group, ever since he had flown into that apartment, but he quickly caught up by sprinting as fast as he could.
Joe liked Portal, he found him very nice. Joe decided to show this affection by running up to portal, and hugging him.
Joe liked Portal, he found him very nice. Joe decided to show this affection by running up to portal, and hugging him.
Michael scoffed at Joe.
"Gay..." He smirked. Michael preferred more conventional methods.
"Hey man, I'm Mikey." Michael put out his hand for Portal.
"Gay..." He smirked. Michael preferred more conventional methods.
"Hey man, I'm Mikey." Michael put out his hand for Portal.
Portal was approached by the robbers he was working with. Before he could ask where it was, some twat ran up and hugged him.
"I do say! Get off of me, you knave! Off, curse you, OFF!"
When the closet homosexual got off of him, Portal lightly gripped Mikey's hand and shook gently. After the release, he took out his clean white handkerchief and cleaned his gloved palm. Returning the cloth to the inside of his suit, he turned to Marty.
"So, good bean, where is this money I shall be storing for you?"
Ya, geeve eet tuu me. I wanna spend eet on STOOF.
"I do say! Get off of me, you knave! Off, curse you, OFF!"
When the closet homosexual got off of him, Portal lightly gripped Mikey's hand and shook gently. After the release, he took out his clean white handkerchief and cleaned his gloved palm. Returning the cloth to the inside of his suit, he turned to Marty.
"So, good bean, where is this money I shall be storing for you?"
Ya, geeve eet tuu me. I wanna spend eet on STOOF.
How very fucking punctual...
Mike wasn't impressed. Portal seemed like a dick already, especially in his way of talking.
Mike wasn't impressed. Portal seemed like a dick already, especially in his way of talking.
Portal's monocle popped out at that statement.
"Oh, bugger me....." He replaced the monocle back to its former position and continued talking. "You cannot tell me there is only $300 in here, old chap! It right boggles the mind, it does. There should be a good $50,000 in these at least, eh wot?"
"Oh, bugger me....." He replaced the monocle back to its former position and continued talking. "You cannot tell me there is only $300 in here, old chap! It right boggles the mind, it does. There should be a good $50,000 in these at least, eh wot?"
Portal laughed and grabbed the sacks of money.
"Why, yes, I do suppose that makes proper sense, now doesn't it."
Neatly placing the stacks of money into his suitcase, he closed it and latched it shut and spun the locking mechanism.
"Do you gents need anything else of me, or shall I be off to store the bounty?"
"Why, yes, I do suppose that makes proper sense, now doesn't it."
Neatly placing the stacks of money into his suitcase, he closed it and latched it shut and spun the locking mechanism.
"Do you gents need anything else of me, or shall I be off to store the bounty?"
The Helmet watched this deal go down from a distance, knowing the criminals would be able to outshoot her/him, The Helmet decided to do a bit of detective work. Patting the horse, The Helmet watched the deal go down, he/she remembering every detail about this man.
The Helmet rode off toward the police station.
The Helmet rode off toward the police station.
"I'm fine Mr. Portal...." Joe felt bad. "I'm sorry for hugging you, I was the ad...ad... adenol.... adrenaline!" Joe felt pleased he could use this long word.
Oliphant, dreading the workload that awaited him, slowly made his way back to his desk.
Stupid paperwork.
Why couldn't they just do their jobs and be done with it?
None of this crap about hindsight or accountability.
Sometimes, he really wanted to be a vigilante. Too bad that job didn't pay at all.
Stupid paperwork.
Why couldn't they just do their jobs and be done with it?
None of this crap about hindsight or accountability.
Sometimes, he really wanted to be a vigilante. Too bad that job didn't pay at all.
"S'happening Portal," smiles Chris sauntering through the open door.
"How much we make on the take today?" he asks casually.
"How much we make on the take today?" he asks casually.