The Real World: Revived

"If you're smart, tell me to leave. Or even just call the cops. Anything's gonna be easier than this on you..." Rowan stated simply, a grim resignation in her voice.

"As much as I'd like to, I'm already an accessory for helping you cover up what little we did cover. So we're stuck here until we figure out our next move."

Rowan gave a slight, pitiful whimper and buried her head in her hands, "Damnit..."

"Did anyone aside from me see you two together tonight? We need to start from there to give you an alibi in case the cops come knocking."

Rowan shook her head, hands trembling, "I-I don't think so... H-he generally likes t-to keep things quiet..."

"That's good for us then. The less people know the better. We have a better chance of no one knowing you were with him tonight."

Rowan nodded, "S-should I, like... Dye my hair or something? That's what they do in movies..."

Felicity laughed. "No, I don't think you need to do that."

Rowan nodded, chewing on her nail.

The sounds of sirens filled the apartment, red lights spilling in through the window. Felicity slowly walked to the window, looking down with a grim expression. Her mind racing with fear.
"Paramedics are down there now..."

Rowan shook her head, "Oh, god, what if they find my blood down there? On CSI they always find DNA..."

"You watch way too many cop shows. I would say his blood has already mixed with yours down there. It'd be hard to identify one from the other by now.'

Rowan nodded slightly, "R-right... I'll stop..."

"I see blue lights, the cops are coming..."

Rowan went pale, "H-here..?"

"To the crime scene outside, hopefully...not here." Felicity turned her back to the window, turning on the tv as she sat on the futon.

Rowan hugged her legs close, "If he told anyone where he was and who he was meeting today, they won't tell the cops... They'll send something much worse after me..."

Jack "Frost" Greene
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Occupation: Contract Killer
Living conditions: Lives in various hotels and motels, switching between them twice a week.
Bio: Jack Greene enlisted in the USMC at a young age, fresh out of high school. He was deployed to Afghanistan, where he was critically injured and removed from a firefight while the rest of his squad continued on their operation. Whether assuming him dead or killed in action themselves, his squad never returned, and Jack was cared for by a few compassionate locals. Picking up a knack for nicotine through shisha, and an addiction to opium from his stay in the Middle East, he eventually developed lung cancer, urging him to return to the US for treatment. He has worked for various protection details and body guard services, but has made a somewhat infamous reputation for himself as a hit man since the escalation of his illness has numbered his days.

OOC: I'm going to assume I'm allowed to accept him since this was/is my rp? Or does Beyril/Linas need to do that?

You get permission for that. Your thread.

OOC: Ok. Accepted Archiwedes.

OOC: Still need a reply to my post...

((Word. I'll hop in when I get a good opening.))

"Well then let's hope that he kept his mouth shut. I don't want to have to use my gun again..."

Rowan frowned, "You might not have enough bullets if he didn't."