Trust Me RP

So you've done or been accused of doing something that a large gang is not happy about. You are abducted or whatever you call it and taken to a holding place. There's several others there as well. You are tortured in attempt to get you to join the gang, and if it don't work after a couple months you will be killed. Now you have a choice. You can either join up with the others held here and plan an escape, cause either way something bad is gonna come outta this, or you can join the gang. Joinin the others in escaping means you have to trust them though...


Rules:
-Follow the EV rules
-Romance is neither encouraged nor forbidden, if you do it keep it light, NO GORY STUFF
-Yes there will be violence in this RP, but NO GORY STUFF
-No godmodding


The Taken:
Outlaw- played by Midnight Outlaw
Aline Santos- played by Oswin
Parker Greenfield- played by Oswin
Brooklynn Hale- played by Bandit
Auberon Petrik Simmons- played by Rainy Day Stables
Cora Smith - Played by Rainy Days Stables

You'll all start off with them doing one of the acts that made them wanted and such. Now have at er! ;)

Last edited on 2018-07-20 at 16:05:05 by Midnight Outlaw

Outlaw
Her bloody hands moved swiftly across the keyboard as she hacked into the system. She'd just escaped from them again, and needed to hack their cameras to get more time. "Bingo" she mumbled as she put all the cameras into a loop in a hallway she wouldn't need to go down. She swiftly spun the chair around and went to work. She moved around the facility, dousing everything she could in gasoline. It wasn't their main buildings, but it was one of them. It would give them a blow to lose it. And what the flip, she was already wanted. She ended back in the control room and was fumbling with the matches when the door slammed open and O'Reilly, one of the high men, and his troop stood their. The smell of gasoline and the matches she held told them enough. "Come now, lets not be hasty. Just leave the match and we can talk about this" he soothed in his smooth, charming voice as he stepped closer. She lit the match in response and dropped it onto the gasoline soaked computers as several shots where fired at her. She ignored the pain and bolted for the window as the computers exploded, leaping through the glass as flames shot after her. She landed hard on the grass two stories down, and got up again and ran. She looked back from a safe distance to see the building collapsing, completely engulfed. She turned and jogged to the rough neighbourhood on the outskirts of the city where she stayed. She crept through the shadows and entered the old, creepy looking house she called "home." She walked over to the stained sink and washed the soot and blood off her face and hands with a sigh. "You've done it now, you have" she mumbled to her reflection in the broken mirror, with the slightest of grins.

Brooklynn
"Look, Josh," the pretty blonde said, opening her locker, "I've already done my time. I don't owe them anything- they're the ones who owe me for saving their sorry butts." "I know, but-" "My final answer is no." The girl shut the locker, waving at some other girls as they walked down the hall of the high school. "They're not gonna like that." "Gotta go- cheer practice." Brooklynn walked swiftly down the hall, effectively ending the conversation.

Aline Santos
She really should have worn a hoodie. And sandals were not great at keeping toes warm. Aline shivered in the cold cellar - at least, that's what she guessed it was - her eyes closed. Her hands were bound, as were her feet, and she was chained to the wall. Moving to warm up was not an option. Was her family worried about her? Aline's eyes were dry from all the tears she had shed. She was scared, confused, and worried. What would she do? Aline thought back to what had put her here, wondering what would happen to her.
She had simply been out walking her dog. The small pooch had decided it wanted to go outside after dark, which wasn't that much of a concern. Aline did it often. She was in a safe neighborhood. Her parents had made sure of that before moving here from their previous United States home. Aline missed Brazil and her friends there, but she had to admit the US was much nicer than the dusty, crime-filled streets of her old hometown. A loud crash caught her attention, and she turned to see several shadowed figures moving around one of the local jewelry stores. She knew the owner - these people didn't belong. Aline pulled out her phone and called the police. They pulled up and told her she could head home. The robbers were caught, she heard the small scuffle as she started for her house. Moments after turning a bend she was yanked into the dark, a hand smacked over her mouth to stifle her scream. Aline struggled, terrified, tears welling in her eyes. Her phone was taken from her pocket and thrown into the gutter. Her dog's leash was taken from her hand. The pup ran home as fast as his little legs could carry him. She had been gagged, bound, and blindfolded. Now she was here. Wherever here was.  

Parker Greenfield
Parker's fingers moved steadily as he tied the laces on his shoe, bent over in a kneeling position. When he stood again his hands brushed against his jeans momentarily before running casually through his hair. He glanced down the sidewalk one direction, then the other, before setting off down the street toward the coffee shop. Once inside he purchased a small cappuccino and thanked the young lady at the counter with a cheerful voice, wide grin, and a tip. Parker left the cafe in a good mood and with a preset destination in mind. There was a back alley up ahead that weaved around behind some buildings, one of which was an apartment. Parker had a friend who lived there, and had asked to come over for the day to study calculus. Parker was terrible at it, while his friend was pretty good. Tucked under his arm was a notebook and a pen for taking notes. He slowed his pace to a leisurely walk as he neared the alley and ducked inside as casually as possible. Now moving at a slow crawl, but not too slow as to seem conspicuous, Parker stepped nearer to the wall and walked in the shadows. His choice of dark blue jeans and a dark gray T-shirt now proved valuable, allowing him to almost melt into the dark. Hushed voices wafted toward him, and his grip on the pen shifted so he could absently click it if he wanted. His friend's apartment was still a little ways up ahead. Parker sipped on his hot drink, finding that the lady had done an exceptional job that day. He paused, having spotted that his shoe somehow was untied again. The voices were louder now, audible but a bit muffled. Parker absently clicked the pen twice - once to expose the tip, and then to have it retract - and then bent to retie his shoelace. He struggled with it for a little bit, somehow it had knotted, and after a couple minutes Parker picked up his coffee cup and pen and continued on his way. When the voices started to fade Parker clicked the pen twice again absently. Not too long after he arrived at the back apartment door and his had reached for the handle when a voice broke the silence. "Hey, kid, whatcha doin' back here?" Parker turned to meet the eyes of a disgruntled-looking individual and gave a friendly smile. "Going to my friend's apartment to study. Calculus." He showed the man the book's cover. The response was a grunt and a suspicious squint before the man turned and walked back indoors. He had come from the source of the voices. Parker shrugged and walked into the apartment building. Once he closed the door he pulled out his cellphone and dialed his friend. "Hey, Tim, sorry man but I can't come out today. Maybe this weekend? Yeah, I know, but I've got some important stuff to do." After a little bit of complaining from the other end, Parker ended the call and exited from the front of the apartment complex. A long walk home and he was in his room, taking apart the pen and withdrawing a compact recorder. He rifled through a drawer and pulled out some earbuds, plugging them into the recorder and playing back what he had captured. The microphone on this thing was magnificent, able to catch a muffled noise and record it back crisp and clear. Parker listened carefully to the voices from the alley, storing the information in his head. Writing things down was too dangerous. The recorded sound would be replaced by a new recording the next time he used the device. Parker put the pen back together, slipped the earbuds and pen into his pocket, and leaned back in his chair, thinking about what he had just heard.

Outlaw 
She made sure all the blackout blinds where in place. People knew she was here, but they left her be and she likewise left them well alone. It was best they didn’t know what went on behind these blinds, she reflected as she made sure her guns where all in top notch condition and then slid magazine clips into them and put silencers on the remaining 3. She’d had silencers on all the 5, and now finally got her hands on some for the remaining 3. She went to the dusty dresser and pulled out a fresh pair of camo pants and a military tee, changing into them from her ripped, bloodied clothes she had been wearing. She secured the smallest pistol in one of her military boots after making sure the safe was on and she had magazine for it, then put on the boots and laced them up, pulling the pants over the tops. She hid the rest of her guns, grabbed a soda from the hole in the floor where it was kept cool. And went out to the back porch. There she could be outside but not be seen. She finished her soda then slipped out the back gate, leaving the bottle in the house. She strode along the back alleys, accurately aware of all sounds. She suddenly stopped dead, eyes narrowing slightly. She was certain she’d heard a sound. She resumed walking and this time was sure she could hear someone following her. Ach, they’d found her already. Probably they’d spent the last couple months narrowing in on her position. She broke into a swift run, knowing for certain as the footsteps also broke into one that it was them. 

Brooklynn 
After walking away, Brooklynn had slipped into the library. She didn't actually have cheer practice today- Tuesdays and Thursdays, not Wednesday- but she had desperately wanted to get out of that conversation. 
Brooke knew that saying no wasn't a good idea, but she was done. Brooklynn had turned things around. She didn't have any more debt to the gang, at long last, so she wasn't obligated to fulfill tasks, not anymore.
This is ironic, isn't it, she thought. Dad's in the freaking police department, and his goody-two-shoes daughter was involved with a gang. Is. Whatever. 
After a few more minutes in the library, Brooke walked out to her car. There was someone there- Oh no. Not again.
"No 'cheer practice', I see," mused the shifty-looking teen boy. "It's Wednesday. Not Tuesday or Thursday, Brooke." 

Outlaw 
She propelled herself over a large stone fence by leaping off one wall in the alley to the other and then propelling herself over the fence. She heard slight cursing from behind her then pounding feet as they managed to get over. She continued to run, ducking down another alley before weaving into another. The dusk aided her yet made it harder for her to see if anyone else was ahead. If it hadn’t been for a reason this serious she woulda rather enjoyed the exercise really. As she burst out onto a back road she was partially blinded by the lights of a vehicle turning on. The driver slammed the gas, and she barely had to time to roll over the car instead of being forced under. The impact caused her to not land on her feet as she usually would, and she scrambled back to her feet to take off again. She’d deal with blood running off her later. 

Parker
The chair squeaked a little as Parker pushed it back, having decided on a course of action. The coffee cup was in the trash bin. The pen was secure, too slim to be noticed, but the ear buds he withdrew. Just in case. Parker slipped his phone into his back pocket and walked outside. Luckily he didn't have school today, some random day off, he wasn't sure why. Parker made his way swiftly to the police station and slipped into the building. Before long he was sitting in the office of the chief of police. The man steepled his fingers together and leaned forward. "Parker." "Sir." The officer chuckled and walked around the desk, patting the boy on the back. "Nice to see you. I'm sure this isn't a trivial meeting?" Parker shook his head. It never was when he visited. "I have some important information that I picked up today. I can't tell you all of it quite yet, need to listen around a bit more, but I can tell you what I confirmed. One of the local gangs is plotting a murder." The chief's brows shot upward. Parker had proven to be a valuable asset to the police station, but the chief didn't like how close to danger the kid kept getting in to pick up facts. Parker was positive the gangs didn't know he was the informant - he wasn't part of a gang - and his methods were unknown even to the station. Parker finished speaking and stood once more. The two shook hands and Parker left. Attuned to the most subtle noises around him, Parker heard footsteps in a nearby alley. He casually directed his course that direction and when he walked past looked in out of the corner of his eye. What looked like a girl jumped a fence, a man hot on her heels. Parker was about to run to her aide when a figure stepped from the shadows in the next alley. 

Brooklynn 
"Oh, really? I must have forgotten-" Brooke stopped as both the teens' attention was jerked to a girl who seemed to be injured, running from something. Shouldn't have parked in the back.

After a moment of watching, the blonde blinked. "I have places to be tonight." She rifled through her purse, looking for the keys to her silver Altima. They weren't there. Sean smirked as he dangled the keys in front of her. "Looking for these?" Brooklynn huffed, grabbing for them, but Sean jerked them out of reach. "We need to talk, sweetheart." "About what?" Brooklynn asked, feigning ignorance. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," he said. "You told them no? Do you have a death wish or something?" "Of course not. Give me my keys, Sean. I have to go."

Last edited on 2018-06-04 at 20:04:24 by ♪ Bandit ♪

Outlaw 
She spat out some blood as she ran, and realized by the sounds from behind her the driver of the vehicle must have also joined the pursuit. Great, just great. She was pretty sure she’d broke a rib when the car hit her, and her leg was acting up as well. She was finally slammed to the ground from behind, and let out a well aimed kick that connected with someone. “Don’t fight. It’ll just make it worse for you” an angry voice growled at her. She recognized it as the man who’s street name was Scarface. “Go pull the car round up to this road, I’ve got her for now” he ordered the other man as he bound her hands. “Get up” he growled at her. She pulled herself to her feet, and he had her lean against the wall well he stood directly in front of her to make sure she wouldn’t run. Her eyes darted to the different escape areas around her. Her head then snapped against the wall at a punch from Scarface. She eyed him from her one good eye. Great, now she had a black eye yet. The car pulled onto the road in front of the alley, and the driver, who she vaguely recognized as Sly, stepped out. When you’ve been chased and captured by a gang enough to know most of the members by name you know your in trouble. She sorta cooperated as they shoved her towards the car, then stopped dead right before the car. “I don’t have time for this” Scar growled, and she sagged to the ground from a punch in the head from him. She was vaguely aware of them pulling her into the backseat of the car and the car taking off, then went completely unconscious. 

Brooklynn 
"Let me think," Sean said, pretending to consider. "No. Look, sweetheart. You don't go around denying requests like that-" he was cut off by his phone buzzing in his pocket. He checked the text, suddenly all business. "Get in the car." "What? What did the text-" "I said get in. We've got places to go." Sean opened the door, roughly pushing her into the back seat before sitting in the driver's side and starting the car. "Look, Sean. I need to get home. I don't have time-" "I think your schedule just got cleared, honey."

Last edited on 2018-06-04 at 20:19:59 by ♪ Bandit ♪

Parker
Parker was smart enough not to linger around. This was bad news. If somehow the local gangs knew he was listening and informing the police, he was in serious trouble. Parker remained casual, however, and crossed the street at the crosswalk. He made his way casually down the sidewalk, senses alert. He was aware of the man a few seconds before he stepped out of the shadows cast by a taller building. "Don't move." Parker stopped and put his hands up in a calming gesture. "I don't have any money." The click of a pistol's hammer coming down caused his stomach to flip nervously. There was another one behind him. "This ain't about money." Parker sighed and let his hands droop. "What's going on?" The man behind him pressed the barrel of the gun against his temple. "No funny business. You know what this is about." Parker hesitated, about to shake his head but stopping himself in time. "Sorry, sir, I'm not sure -" The man in front stepped forward, rope dangling from his hands. "You eavesdropped, then ya snitched, and now ya gonna pay." Parker's brow furrowed. "I think you have the wrong kid." "Nice try." Parker's hands were yanked forward and bound tightly with the rope. Simultaneously, the butt of the pistol slammed into his head, and everything went black.

Brooklynn 
Brooklynn watched, panicked, as Sean drove her Altima down crowded streets and back alleys. She could call her parents- she still had her cell phone- but that would raise questions that she couldn't answer. Good one, Brooklynn. Finally in the clear, and you go and mess it up again. Just great. "Where are we going?" Brooklynn asked. "Somewhere you don't want to be. Thanks to your refusal this afternoon, you have an appointment with the rebels themselves." No. Ohhh no. This can't be happening! I'm done with this!!

Outlaw 
She came too as the car was shut off and the door opened. She was pulled roughly out. “Let’s go. No funny business” Scar growled, pushing a gun to her head. She remained silent as they led her to the building and then to doors that seemed to lead to where prisoners where kept. After about five minutes of limping down steps they where in a dark, musty cellar with 4 pairs of shackles by the walls. One was already occupied. The air was cold enough she could see her breath in it in the light of the flashlight Sly held. She was shoved over the pair of shackles farthest into the basement and given another punch to get her to sit down. They blindfolded her and tied her legs thoroughly together before then chaining both her legs and hands with the shackles that where attached to the wall. “Have fun” Sly snickered and she heard them walk away. She winced slightly at both the pounding headache and aching ribs. She could feel the blood running off her and forming a puddle on the ground. 

Brooklynn 
A little while later, Sean hit the brakes. He got out of the car and came around to her side. "Don't give them any trouble, Brooke," he said as he grabbed her wrist and half-dragged her to a building that looked very sinister. "Sean- wait! What's going on? Why are we-" "Just be quiet and don't be difficult," Sean muttered as they went down a set of stairs. It was freezing in here, not to mention dark and sinister-looking. Pairs of shackles lined the walls, some already occupied by two other girls, one definitely too young to be caught up in this mess.

After she was secured to the wall with a pair of shackles, Brooke turned a confused, angry glare on Sean. "You still haven't explained any of this." He was already walking away. "Have fun here, sweetheart. Don't make any stupid moves." And then he was gone.