2.1.F.1.C - Roleplay Prompt (with bigkitty75) - (the_bigshow)
1. For whatever in game reasons, you need to steal something. Roleplay the situation from one of these standpoints (or all three in succession if you like):
C. You have been caught, or confronted after the fact, and you have to deal with the consequences or deny.
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"Spencer! You got a visitor."
It might be enough to make an eighteen-year-old open his eyes but not enough by far to make him get up. No, not even solitary confinement is bad enough to get him to face his dad. Yet.
"Tell him to give it up. I'm not gonna talk to him, alright?"
"'s not your dad, Spency."
Shawn groans and shudders at the nickname. "Dude." He shakes his head in pity. "I told you, you have to stop doing that."
The jailer looks affronted. "The hell? You're giving out nicknames all the time, wiseass."
"Yeah. But see, that's the difference. I invent them. You give them a y. And y is a very ingrate letter because it has this little hook that says 'Hang thyself in shame for I am not made for silly nicknames'!" Shawn frowns. "So, who's visiting me?"
Jail-y looks down at his file. "Some college boy. Guster." His eyes still fixed on the paper he misses how the kid's eyes widen at the name. "You want me to tell him to go to hell as well?"
Shawn bites his lip and silences for a moment, thinking. Then he shakes his head. "Nah. I wanna see him."
C. You have been caught, or confronted after the fact, and you have to deal with the consequences or deny.
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"Spencer! You got a visitor."
It might be enough to make an eighteen-year-old open his eyes but not enough by far to make him get up. No, not even solitary confinement is bad enough to get him to face his dad. Yet.
"Tell him to give it up. I'm not gonna talk to him, alright?"
"'s not your dad, Spency."
Shawn groans and shudders at the nickname. "Dude." He shakes his head in pity. "I told you, you have to stop doing that."
The jailer looks affronted. "The hell? You're giving out nicknames all the time, wiseass."
"Yeah. But see, that's the difference. I invent them. You give them a y. And y is a very ingrate letter because it has this little hook that says 'Hang thyself in shame for I am not made for silly nicknames'!" Shawn frowns. "So, who's visiting me?"
Jail-y looks down at his file. "Some college boy. Guster." His eyes still fixed on the paper he misses how the kid's eyes widen at the name. "You want me to tell him to go to hell as well?"
Shawn bites his lip and silences for a moment, thinking. Then he shakes his head. "Nah. I wanna see him."