Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

Derek had managed to get a few hours of sleep. He sat up and went in the kitchen to find Al asleep at the kitchen table. Being careful not to wake her up, he went to a cabinet and found a box of cereal with German writing on it. He looked around for a bowl, couldn't find one, and started eating it straight out of the box.

Jorgen walked up behind Derek. He handed him a bowl. "She has already gotten us a way out of this country." he sighed. "After we get Marria ack. Everything will go back to normal...hopefully."

Derek poured some cereal into the bowl. He looked over at Allor, thinking he would have been dead many times if it weren't for her. Then he remembered that he presumably wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for her... But he didn't blame her for that.

(((Sure...sure...act like you don't blame her 😛 )))

Allor yawned as she opened her eyes.

Jorgen smiled. "Hey sleepy head." he said cheerily.

Allor groaned and grabbed the nearest thing hurling it at him. It just happened to be a coffe mug full of hot chocolate that was now cold.

((😎 ))

Derek laughed, slapping Jorgen on the back. "Dumbass," he said, still laughing.

Allor grumled and got up to find food. She knew it was about time for them to leave.

Derek handed her the box of cereal.

(WHoa shortest post ever posted by DR!)

Allor smiled. "thanks." she said pouring it into the owl. She didn't bother getting milk. She didn't liek the white substance at all.

((I'm feeling lazy today 😮))

After they had all eaten, ALlor thanked her cousin for the stay and they left. "We should not stay in one place for too long." she told Derek. Jorgen brought a skimobile out of a hanger looking building.

Derek waited for Al and Jorgen to climb on, and got on behind them.

Allor sat in the middle. Jorgen put on his helmet and Allor followed suit. She handed Derek a black one. "Jorgen, kick @$$ out there." she told him. He knew what she meant and soon they were off.

Derek pulled on the helmet, wondering how the hell they were going to pull this off.

Jorgen sped the snowmoile. As long as they didn't take a car or any form of public transportation they would be safe. He jumped a conveniently placed ramp.

((*corny action movie music playing* 😉 😛))

(Hahahaha...c'mon post to the story Mr. DR)

((I apologize... I'm just not feeling very productive today... 😖))

After a few minutes, they slowed to a stop several blocks away from the mob "fortress", or whatever I should call it. Derek got off and looked around, waiting for somebody to tell him how they were going to get in there.

Allor and Jorgen both got off and squatted (that's a funny word 😂 ). They started silently searching their packs. Allor growled lowly. "It's gone!" she said. "The card I swiped is gone"

((🙄 😛))

Derek was puzzled, but he decided it was better if he stayed out of it...

Allor growled and cursed in Russian. "Traitor." she finally said.