Admittedly, You're in a bit of a pickle. The person you want the most? They're with someone else. But that's not going to stop you, because you've decided to take that special someone from their special someone. Was this a long, tortured decision or a impassioned impulse? Do you feel guilty or is this just a testament to what you deserve in life: everything you want?
how to play
Comment with your character, preferences, role (thief or the stolen), and any information you'd like to include.
Reply to others.
RNG for a prompt or go with the flow.
prompts
wanted them forever: You've always had feelings for them, but you were too late in realizing it or telling them.
don't deserve them: Their significant other shouldn't be significant, the jerk! This person deserves so much better than they have.
just because you can: You don't have any feelings towards them, you just like to take things that aren't yours.
the ultimate blow: Their significant other is your rival, and you want to one-up the in the most sinister possible way.
conflicted: You actually like who they're with. In fact, they may be a close friend. Can you take away their love like that?
half-hearted: You know you've lost. That doesn't mean you're going to give up on them, though.
undetected: They're so naive that they don't realize your intentions.
unintended: ...wait, you won their heart? You weren't even trying!
with anyone else: They don't even have to be with you. You only want them away from who their with.
forced: You stole them away, all right. No, you literally stole them away.
unsuccessful: Your attempts were in vain and now, it's even worse, because there's a wedge between you and the person you care for the most.
[Either role is fine (no 3, 6 or 11, please, and he won't force anyone against their will), but I'd be interested to play with Warsman growing some self-esteem and being the Thief for once. He was accused of stealing the protagonist's girlfriend once, after all.]
[When Bucky began to regain consciousness, he knew he wasn't where he was before. His ears were ringing, it hurt to open his eyes, and his head was killing him. The parts of him that weren't metal hurt, too.
He didn't like being prone, though, so he tried to move and assess his surroundings, even though everything around him was spinning.]
[It had started as an opportunity but ended quickly as one of the greatest thefts that he could imagine up. He hadn't even planned for this, but he had taken it all the same. No one could ever say that Brock Rumlow wasn't an opportunist after all.
He occupied the only chair in the small dank room, his hands working to sharpen up the knife that really didn't need it. His eyes were on the Soldier, his prize, and he was hopeful those old metal attracting cuffs could hold the Soldier, especially that metal limb. That had three of them just to be sure.]
Well, well, look what the cat dragged in, hmm? Still haven't got around to cutting your hair. You look like a hipster; it's an ingenious disguise.
[Ana had managed to sneak into Dean's motel room by stealing the key from one of the maids. Dean was in trouble, and she wasn't even sure if he knew it?
Sure, she lost him. How could she have not? She went missing, not of her own accord though, she had managed to run into some people that she had been living with during the zombie apocalypse that Dean and his brother had launched upon Michigan. Ana had to make sure they were okay, and there was no way to get back in touch with Dean once she was in the no zone. Back in the area where it had all gone down, the towns were still cornered off with a strong military showing. So, why did she come back? Well, it was easy to answer, she loved Dean.
When she saw that he was with someone else, a really hot redhead--Ana was happy for him, and she was going to leave things as they were. Let him think she died or something, but it was purely by accident that she found out she was a plant--a demon sent in by Crowley or so she assumed. She couldn't leave him with her, so she snuck into his motel room to kidnap him in the hopes of convincing him that the woman he loved was really not a woman at all.
She knew this was going to go tits up, but she had to try---didn't she owe him that much? So here she was, Ana kicked the bed hard but kept her gun trained upon him, and far enough away from him so that he couldn't get the upper hand. Well, unless he bum-rushed her or something like that? ]
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