carlosmanofscienza

carlosmanofscienza:

radiohostwiththemost:

carlosmanofscienza:

radiohostwiththemost:

carlosmanofscienza:

radiohostwiththemost:

carlosmanofscienza:

darkowlmichelle:

carlosmanofscienza:

Steve Carlsberg seems like a really nice guy. I would give him a high-five if Cecil wouldn’t drag me away hissing..

Good luck with that, bro.

I am a determined man I think I could manage it.

HIIISSSSSS

Cecil honey no…

YOU WILL NOT BE FRIENDS WITH STEVE CARLSBERG

Not even a high-five? I will make it up to you~

NOT EVEN A- ….. How?

If you let me talk to Steve I will do anything that you want me to for a week. Anything it is I will do it, no questions asked.

… Anything..?
carlos-wtnv-roleplay

carlos-wtnv-roleplay:

Hostage (Cecilos) (Closed)

carlos-wtnv-roleplay:

Carlos had had a hard life. When he was young, he was a very bright boy who loved to go to school and learn everything he possibly could. He entered science fairs and watched documentaries and borrowed plenty of books from the school’s library. He always did so well!…

"Shut up. Just shut up! I’m not going to hurt you, as long as they— and you— cooperate with me. Okay?" Carlos squeezed his arm around Cecil’s neck just a little tighter and pressed the gun just a little harder against his temple. Could he really, actually, /seriously/ hurt someone? An innocent person? The young man would go farther for his struggling family than most people might believe. But honestly, if it came down to it, he probably wouldn’t be able to shoot this stranger. Until then, he’d do his best to bluff and get the police to think that he would do it.

"They aren’t going to hurt you either. Isn’t that right, officers?" He smiled bitterly. "They’re trying to get in my head. They think if they say they’re willing to shoot you, then I’ll think they don’t care about you. If I think that, I’ll think my whole plan is ruined. I’d probably let you go since you’re so "useless", and I might even give up and turn myself in, too. That’s their plan. But it won’t work." Carlos flashed a smirk at the policemen before his face went back to all seriousness.

"Now come on. Someone open up that damn safe and give me the medicine before someone does something they’ll regret!" The demand was loud and threatening. The scientist that Cecil had been interviewing slowly stood up from where he (like everyone else in the room except for the police) had instinctively dropped the moment he had seen a gun, hands above his head to show that he wasn’t a threat to Carlos. "I’ll…I’ll open the safe. And then you’re going to let Cecil go. Deal…?" It was obvious that the man was trying to sound calm, brave, and unafraid. But the fear was clear in his slightly shaky voice, making him sound very un-authoritative. Despite this, Carlos still nodded in agreement to the real scientists terms.

However, before the man had a chance to go to where the medicine was kept (in another room, elsewhere in the building), the police pointed their guns at him. “Stay right where you are.” They commanded. “You will not talk to the gunman. Leave the negotiations to the professionals.” Carlos had had about enough of this crap. He was obviously getting nowhere here with those damn police officers in the way. So, acting at instinct, he dragged Cecil away and into the room where the medicine was locked away. There were no windows in this room, so he only had to worry about guarding that one entrance while he thought of what his next move would be. He locked the door and let go of Cecil, still pointing the gun at him. “Sit down with your back against the wall. Don’t touch anything.”

Cecil wheezed, gripping the man’s arm tighter, desperately trying to pry him off. He was shaking horribly, looking around in terror. Oh void, he was going to die here, wasn’t he? All of those guns… His heart leapt when the real scientist spoke, saying he would get the medication, but his hope grinded to a halt when some of the guns were pointed at his only savior. - As Carlos dragged Cecil away, some of the police started shooting at the two, mostly hitting the wall behind them- but one of them managed to get Cecil right in the leg. He yelped and struggled in Carlos’ grasp, fear rising up and exploding out of him in loud, desperate pleads for his life. Once inside the room, he backed up to the wall, shaking and clutching his leg. Oh void oh void oh void… He was hyperventilating, chest feeling tight. He looked up at his captor, eyes wide with fear. “P.. Please..” He choked, “I-I have things..! M-Money! Things you can sell! Is.. I-Is that what you want?? Please, I-I’m not ready to die-!”
carlosmanofscienza

carlosmanofscienza:

radiohostwiththemost:

carlosmanofscienza:

radiohostwiththemost:

carlosmanofscienza:

darkowlmichelle:

carlosmanofscienza:

Steve Carlsberg seems like a really nice guy. I would give him a high-five if Cecil wouldn’t drag me away hissing..

Good luck with that, bro.

I am a determined man I think I could manage it.

HIIISSSSSS

Cecil honey no…

YOU WILL NOT BE FRIENDS WITH STEVE CARLSBERG

Not even a high-five? I will make it up to you~

NOT EVEN A- ….. How?
carlos-wtnv-roleplay

Hostage (Cecilos) (Closed)

carlos-wtnv-roleplay:

Carlos had had a hard life. When he was young, he was a very bright boy who loved to go to school and learn everything he possibly could. He entered science fairs and watched documentaries and borrowed plenty of books from the school’s library. He always did so well! But it all started to go downhill the night that his father abandoned his family. His mama was left alone with three children to care for, Carlos and his younger brother and sister. She struggled to support them all and keep food in their tummies. When Carlos was in middle school, he found out that his mama had turned to prostitution in her desperation. Obviously, Carlos was devastated. Ever since his father left, he’d stepped up to help with the little ones, helping them with homework, giving them baths, putting them to bed when mama was working late, and various helpful things like that. And when he learned exactly where his mama was making her money, he decided that he needed to get a job to help with the bills. Since he was still so young, he could only get paid under the table, working for family friends and such. So he got a job cleaning up at a little restaurant that one of his neighbors owned. It wasn’t much money, but it did help. He’d do anything to help his family.

All of the stress from his family’s situation really got to Carlos over the years. By the time he was in high school, his grades had dropped quite a bit. He no longer had time for school. Not when he had a job and his mama and siblings to worry about. So much for going to college. Oh well. As long as he could help his loved ones, he was happy. So when high school was out, Carlos stayed at home to continue helping out. His younger brother and sister were still in school. If only there were some way that he could make enough money so that his family would never have to worry about it again. So that they could live comfortably. So that mama would never have to let another disgusting man touch her again. If only.

A few years passed, Carlos now a young adult, before an opportunity presented itself. Some men came to Carlos, telling him they knew about his family’s financial troubles and how he would do anything to take care of them. They made him an offer, steal something for them, and they’d pay him a hefty price. Enough to care for his family for quite a while. Stealing was wrong. Very wrong. But…Carlos /would/ do anything. He would just tell his family that he’d won the money in a lottery or something. “What do I have to steal?” He asked.

Apparently there was a science lab in the city in which scientists had begun developing a medicine that had the potential to cure the common cold. Colds were a pain in the ass, so a cure (not just something that covered up the symptoms) would be neat. If the company the scientists were working for sold the medicine, they would make a fortune. The men that had come to see him worked for that company’s /rival/ company. Carlos was meant to steal the medicine and bring it to them, so that their company could produce it themselves and make the fortune. It was all about money. Carlos probably wouldn’t risk screwing up a new medicine if it was made to cure something like cancer. But colds, well, he could take the risk.

Carlos agreed to do it, understanding that if he was caught, he would likely go to prison and the company who was hiring him would deny ever being involved with him. But he would take the chance to help his family. All he had to do was pose as a scientist (funny, since that’s what he had wanted to be when he was a child), sneak into the lab, and take the medicine. That’s all. Easy. Right? They gave him a gun, just in case things got rough in there. He really hoped that he wouldn’t have to use it.

The man said goodbye to his mama, brother, and sister that morning. Maybe he’d even make enough from this theft to send his siblings to college, or at least help with tuition a little. He wanted them to have a proper education. The type of education that he might have gotten himself if things hadn’t gone the way that they did. It was thoughts like that that helped him remain calm as he showed up at the lab, dressed in a lab coat and actually looking like he fit in. The men who hired him had given him a fake identification badge that claimed he was a new employee, recently hired. The ID helped him get past security and into the lab. On the way, he passed by a man interviewing an important looking scientist. He heard the scientist saying something about the new medicine, so he assumed the interview was about the same medicine that he was there to steal. And god, if he had the time, he would have stayed a while to watch the interviewer. He was /beautiful/. Carlos was very attracted to men, but hadn’t ever really pursued a relationship with anyone because he didn’t think he could handle a relationship on top of his very stressful life. Maybe one day, though.

The medicine was heavily guarded. Of course it was. It was going to make them a fortune, why wouldn’t they guard it? Carlos tried to remain calm, but there were camera and locks and people watching him and it was too much. There was no way he was getting that stuff without getting caught red handed. There was only one thing that he could think to do now, and that was result to his last option. He wouldn’t be able to see his family again, he’d have to be on the run. But at least he could still send them money and provide for them from afar. With a sigh and a moment of hesitation, Carlos pulled out his gun and grabbed the attractive interviewer he’d seen earlier. An innocent bystander. Surely they wouldn’t want him to get hurt, right? They’d have to give him the medicine so that he’d let the man go free, unharmed.

  Carlos had grabbed the man from behind, arm around his neck and gun to his head. He whispered, “I’m so sorry about this” to him before yelling at everyone in the room. “Get me the medicine and no one gets hurt!”

Cecil had heard the news early that morning- much earlier than he was used to waking. His phone, which he kept near his pillow had been buzzing off the wall with calls for about an hour before it woke him up. He was a little upset, but cheered up greatly after hearing that he was to interview some Scientists about a brand new medication they were creating! This was very exciting! Of course, being the reporter he was, any new story was exciting. 

He got up- a little too quickly, mind you- and got ready. Medication, shower, clothes, rest, then it was off to the lab! He’d need to get there before he started his show so he could get them live on the air right off the bat. The host was nearly bouncing in his seat the entire way there. 

Cecil was busy asking questions when Carlos walked in, and didn’t notice him. He was holding the microphone out, smiling and talking away (even though he was supposed to be letting the scientist talk). 

"So! Now that y-" His voice was cut short as he choked, stumbling back and dropping his microphone. Before he could react he felt the cold metal barrel of a gun being pressed against his temple. His face went white, and he grasped at the arm around his neck. 

"O-Oh void, wait, wait!" He choked out, trying to pry the man off, "No nonononono, d-don’t shoot! H-Hang on!!" 

The guards turned at Carlos and Cecil’s shouting, the policemen drawing their own guns. They pointed at them Carlos, not budging from their spot around the vial of experimental liquid.

"Unhand the radio host or we won’t hesitate to shoot you both" Was the response. Cecil’s blood ran cold, hands shaking around the man’s arm. They would shoot them both? Is that what he heard? What did they mean they’d shoot them both!? Were they really more intent on protecting the new discovery over their voice? 

The guns loaded.

Yes. 

The answer was yes. 

"W-Wait, wait, d-don’t shoot!" Cecil squeaked, struggling against Carlos’ grasp, "O-Oh void, let me go! Please let me go! I-I’ll give you whatever you want!! My car?? Money?? Anything!”