The Back Room - RP join as you will.

Postby Soul_Rebel » Sat Apr 24, 2010 10:50 am

The back room of a bank can be a trying, ironic, and even calm place during a robbery. Will you join us?

Ash hadn't heard them outside, holding the place up, in fact the sound proof walls did their job well- the bank had been held awhile before they had brought me, tied to chair to her surprise, and theirs. They wasted no time tying us back to back in wheeled office chairs. I waited for the cooks to admire their work, and leave to the front.

"So this is and odd way to spend a little time together? What'd ya think Ash?"

She angerily sputtered, "I can't believe your serious! This isn't the time or place for that! We need to get out of this!"

I reassured her, " Nah, I think we're fine, as long as they don't take us as hostages to get out, I think we're going to just go through the motions, they will leave with the money, and we will get reimbursed for our time here in insurance pay-"

Ash tried to jolt me by shaking in her chair madly. "You are ridiculous! Talking about insurance when we're sitting here tied and gagged! The nerve-"

"We're not gagged, yet, that is." I corrected the moody desk girl.

Ash didn't like the sense of foreshadowing my voice. "What do you mean, yet?"

"I mean with you talking so irritatingly and loud, they're bound to come here and shut us up. I really wouldn't prefer to attract their attention, but then yet again it would be such a authentic experience if they came in here to give us a beating and work on our bindings. I mean my legs are even starting to come loose, they could definitely have done better!"

Ash did not like being told what to do, indirectly or not. She screamed peircingly, "IVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU! SITTING THERE SO SUBLIME WHILE WERE IN THIS SITUATION. WE NEED TO GET FR-MMmrrmmmph!"

The men who had tied us together returned with a wad of toilet paper and duct tape. They wasted no time securing her mouth, filling her cheeks chipmunk style, and wrapping the paper around her head before securing it with several layers of tape. She fought, I give her that, she had a real fight in her. However, when all was said and done, she was gagged, and we were left with a guard.

The silence bothered me slightly, so with three people in one room I figured a conversation was in order. "Hey, pedro! Yeah, you, wanna turn on the radio over on the desk? It's on a good station, trust me!"

Oddly enough, the guy seemed pretty cool, he slowly and quietly got up, and flipped the radio on. It was a good track - Walk Don't Run, by The Ventures. This sent Ash into a fury. She was the only one not allowed to enjoy herself in this situation. What a bummer, and she sobbed, "MMmmo Mmmmrrrrph," which I understood in gag-talk to mean, "No fair."

I said, without thinking, " I told you. You should have listened..."

The guard slowly got up quiet enough for me not to notice, and quickly had my lower face wrapped in duct tape. I could hear Ash giggling into her gag as this happened. "Damnitt, I thought."

"Agitator," the man I named pedro said softly as he sat back down and looked at us through thick rimmed sunglasses.

I guess I should have been more karma conscious. Well I wonder who we'll see next in the back room of first federal credit union!
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