Pocket Chibz to the Rescue!

((I think I’ll do the notes, too. I’ll find my tablet))

Puts a hand on her head. "Hello again! I think I'm starting to remember who ran me down the other day." Leans down to look Cheeberz in the eye. "Would you like to hear?"

madscienceandarson:

pocket-chibz:

pocket-chibz:

She immediately stiffened up with wide nervous eyes the moment she knew who’s hand that was on her head. Caught! She was caught! This is it! “U-uh…” she tried to smile to erase suspicion, but she knew deep down it was a bold-faced lie she was putting on. She mowed this deranged man down, even if by accident, and now she was in big trouble. She didn’t like looking this guy in the eye. Not one bit. “Uhm, yes?”

She had no idea what to do. He was definitely messing with her, right? After he had cited a perfect description of her, only to step back and conclude it could have been someone else, she burst into a very nervous-sounding laughter, much louder than she had intended. She was busted, totally busted. He was clearly messing around with her. Was he really going to try and kill her? Should she just try and run now?

"Miss?" Max leaned back down to look the other in the eyes. "Are you okay, miss?" He put a hand on her forehead to feel for a fever, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. "What’s wrong? I don’t think you did it, miss. You’re just someone who fits a description, just like I’m someone who fits a description. No need to get so worried." 

He frowned more. She was obviously innocent, so why was she so worried? Max doesn’t kill tiny, cute things anyway. 

"Miss? Do you need me to make you some tea?"

"N-no, thank you! I’m fine!" Should she even continue to pretend like she was innocent? There’s no way he couldn’t know it was her. He followed her here, he described her features, he kept coming back. All this paranoia was going to give her away, though. She was at just about her breaking point to confession, and ironically, he wasn’t even trying to break her. "Is there something you wanted?"

Puts a hand on her head. "Hello again! I think I'm starting to remember who ran me down the other day." Leans down to look Cheeberz in the eye. "Would you like to hear?"

madscienceandarson:

pocket-chibz:

She immediately stiffened up with wide nervous eyes the moment she knew who’s hand that was on her head. Caught! She was caught! This is it! “U-uh…” she tried to smile to erase suspicion, but she knew deep down it was a bold-faced lie she was putting on. She mowed this deranged man down, even if by accident, and now she was in big trouble. She didn’t like looking this guy in the eye. Not one bit. “Uhm, yes?”

"I remembered that it’s a she, and that this she is a very short she, and that this woman has glasses and brown hair." He smiled and took his hand off of her head. "Fits your description well, yes?"

Max stood back up and crossed his arms. “It may have been my daughter, though. Her hair is kind of brownish black, and she is very short. She’s tried to kill me before.”

She had no idea what to do. He was definitely messing with her, right? After he had cited a perfect description of her, only to step back and conclude it could have been someone else, she burst into a very nervous-sounding laughter, much louder than she had intended. She was busted, totally busted. He was clearly messing around with her. Was he really going to try and kill her? Should she just try and run now?

"Mini, there's some creepy guy looking for me. Well, he doesn't know that it's me yet. I think it was that same guy that tied you to that table. You know, the one I hit with my moped on accident? He might be really dangerous."

madeleinethemedic:

madeleinethemedic:

"W-What? oh gosh he didn´t hurt you did he? Tell me what did he look like? Was he tall, ginger, wears glasses and looks somewhat old?" Mini asked worried, a gnawing and unsettling feeling formed in her stomach. If it was the same man, and he sought out Chibz, she could perhaps have brought her in danger too!

Of course it wasn´t true that it would be her fault, everybody told her that whenever it came to Simmons. But the gnawing feeling of guilt was still there, and she always felt it was her fault, more so because she was always told it was so. Sighing out Mini just hugged her friend, giving her a light squeeze.

"I-I know… Just promise me you’ll be safe, okay? I honestly don’t know where I have him. He´s always trying to make friends with me and asking for my name, but I´m scared of him, especially when he so openly admitted his crimes, and acted like it was nothing. Just… stay safe and make sure you have someone who can keep you safe. I have no idea what he will and won´t do."

"If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s running and hiding!" she gave her a reassuring smile. It probably wasn’t something to be very proud of, given her line of work. "And I’ve dealt with really scary things before, I’m pretty okay. But what about you? If this guy’s giving you a bunch of trouble and he doesn’t care about doing bad things, you should have a bunch of people by your side to help you. You can count on me, you know!" she stood up straight and smiling proud, suddenly thinking she had all the confidence in her fighting abilities, when in truth, she just had an unusual amount of dumb luck. "I’m a professional protector!"

Puts a hand on her head. "Hello again! I think I'm starting to remember who ran me down the other day." Leans down to look Cheeberz in the eye. "Would you like to hear?"

She immediately stiffened up with wide nervous eyes the moment she knew who’s hand that was on her head. Caught! She was caught! This is it! “U-uh…” she tried to smile to erase suspicion, but she knew deep down it was a bold-faced lie she was putting on. She mowed this deranged man down, even if by accident, and now she was in big trouble. She didn’t like looking this guy in the eye. Not one bit. “Uhm, yes?”

"Mini, there's some creepy guy looking for me. Well, he doesn't know that it's me yet. I think it was that same guy that tied you to that table. You know, the one I hit with my moped on accident? He might be really dangerous."

madeleinethemedic:

madeleinethemedic:

"W-What? oh gosh he didn´t hurt you did he? Tell me what did he look like? Was he tall, ginger, wears glasses and looks somewhat old?" Mini asked worried, a gnawing and unsettling feeling formed in her stomach. If it was the same man, and he sought out Chibz, she could perhaps have brought her in danger too!

"I called the police on him. The man is a really creepy stalker. He has sought me out in my office and at my own home, constantly asking for my name and when I wouldn’t give it to him, he threatened to remove my tonsils and my wisdom teeth. The man has openly admitted to have killed people and even to be pyromaniac. He is so creepy! I even had Kenny chase him away from my home. Hopefully the police will get him and put him away where he belongs, honestly he makes the neck on my hair stand on end! If you haven’t showed up that day, who knows what that horrible man would have done."

Mini paused for a moment, nibbling on her lower lip as she looked to be in deep thought.

"But… how on earth did he know how to find you, that worries me alot. I never once mentioned your name to him, nor where you’re stationed. My advice is be watchful, and stay safe. I would hate myself if anything happened to you because of me."

Chibz’ face turned in disgust along with scrunching her shoulders up.  What an insane over-reaction to have at someone not telling you their name!  As for how the man knew about where she lived, she hadn’t given it much thought, herself.  The first thing she assumed was that he might have somehow followed her tracks. 

She listened to Mini’s advice and nodded in agreement, taking it to heart, although there was something she didn’t completely agree with struck her as odd. “Because of you?” she repeated, “but you couldn’t have told him where I was stationed. If that creepy guy finds me again, it wouldn’t be because of you.” How on earth could Mini have made that silly conclusion?

"Mini, there's some creepy guy looking for me. Well, he doesn't know that it's me yet. I think it was that same guy that tied you to that table. You know, the one I hit with my moped on accident? He might be really dangerous."

madeleinethemedic:

"W-What? oh gosh he didn´t hurt you did he? Tell me what did he look like? Was he tall, ginger, wears glasses and looks somewhat old?" Mini asked worried, a gnawing and unsettling feeling formed in her stomach. If it was the same man, and he sought out Chibz, she could perhaps have brought her in danger too!

"Yeah, that’s the guy! Do you know him from somewhere? He was going on about something, like how the police were after him… or someone who looks like him. I don’t know if he was just messing with me, but he had a knife and said he was looking for my moped. He really freaked me out, but hopefully I led him away. Still, I’m on edge, you know?" Chibz explained making a small mental note to herself to maybe not take the moped out for a while. Perhaps if Mini knew who this guy was, like maybe what base he was stationed at or something, she could avoid him better, or at least know what to expect.

((It’s like 5 in the morning and I can’t find my glasses so I can’t really read anything. I wish I could rp right now.))

shadowenza:

YOOOOOO
"Hello, m-miss!" Max waved and held out a blurred picture of a pink scooter, looking almost as if it were taken by a fallen camera. "Have you seen a pink scooter anywhere near here? I-I'm looking for the one who ran me down earlier. I was in the middle of something, and I'd really like to talk to the driver."

madscienceandarson:

pocket-chibz:

Although she didn’t immediately recognize the man, she did remember that she had hit someone with her scooter before and a wave of fear washed over her for a moment, like she was going to get into trouble for doing a bad thing. The person she hit wasn’t a very good man, though, since it was obvious he was the one who tied up her friend to an exam table, so she thought to herself to be careful, just in case and not give herself away. “Oh, uhm… no, I haven’t seen any scooters around here! You might want to file a report to the police, though.” She said, trying very hard not to sound suspicious. Oh no! Did she remember to put away her scooter? Was it in plain sight out back? She was in such a rush to get Mini to safety, she might have made a mistake.

"What’s the matter? I was only saying that the escape of a very dangerous person who fits my exact description doesn’t have to mean I’m that person." He reached out and patted Chibz’ head. "Calm down, miss."

Max smiled and adjusted his glasses with his non-patting hand. “Well, if you haven’t seen any scooters,” he started, kneeling to get something from his left boot, “and you don’t have any access to your garage,” he continued, pulling a folded knife from his left boot, “I’m afraid I’ll have to talk to you some other time.”

He unfolded the knife and ran his fingers lightly along the blade, drawing blood on his littlest finger but otherwise leaving little more than a scratch. 

"Do you have a phone number I can call you on if I happen to find the scooter? Just so we both know that the horribly dangerous hit-and-runner is found when he is. I don’t want you to have to worry about getting hit in the street every time you go out." Max snort-giggled, "at your size, a tricycle could turn you into a pancake!"

What was that knife for? Her first thought was that he wanted to use it on her. His attempt at easing her mind about him was all for nothing with that knife out. No way she was going to give him her number, so she decided to give him a fake one instead, hoping he’d just leave her alone and never find Mini again. The smaller RED gave a light fake laugh at his jab at her size, “Yeah, sure, just a moment.” She got out her small pad of paper and a pen to scribble down any number she could think of, tore it off and handed it to the man with the knife. “Uhm, thanks. I hope you end up finding them and turn them in.”

((hello))

coinincident:

LOOK I’m getting better at drawing and also coloring kind of
now if only I could figure out how to make my lines look less… sketchy

((I’m so proud of you look how much better you’re getting keep it up!))

coinincident:

LOOK I’m getting better at drawing and also coloring kind of

now if only I could figure out how to make my lines look less… sketchy

((I’m so proud of you look how much better you’re getting keep it up!))

"Fae, why are you saying such mean things to Bosko? Even if you're having a bad day, you shouldn't take it out on your friends, you know?"

faescafe:

faescafe:

"Chibz…are you telling me that a man who is almost 50…tattled on me?"

"Just give him a piece of candy and he’ll forget in about 3 seconds…he’s such a baby sometimes."

"Why did you say those things to him, though? Were you just trying to joke or were you having a fight?"

"Fae, why are you saying such mean things to Bosko? Even if you're having a bad day, you shouldn't take it out on your friends, you know?"

faescafe:

"Chibz…are you telling me that a man who is almost 50…tattled on me?"

"Uhm…! Yes?" well when she said it like that, it sure sounded silly. "But still… you did hurt his feelings. You know how sensitive he can be sometimes."