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[annie]

The mall. A perfect place to either blend in or stand out, depending on how you moved, what you looked like, and if you wanted the attention or not. The urban development was also the hit attraction for the teenage generation, also it appeared to attract those in their younger twenties. A few people over fifty were spotted as well, shuffling their feet on the linoleum floor, their bodies apparently too weary to even pick up their shoes. A few of the much younger generations scampered about, their feet light and springy, running over to see their friends, smaller children tugging on their parent’s clothing, yearning to peer in the windows for latest new toy. It was also a hopping spot to find a new mate, a place to find new clothes, check up on the latest gossip, or ever apply for a new job.

But of course the teen wasn’t about to do any of those things. She walked slowly down the center of the floors, head down and covered by a grey hood, but a slight smile upon her features. People skirted out of her way, steering clear of her path, avoiding eye contact, hoping not to fall victims to her latest game. She had thrown on some partially stained clothes, perhaps giving the girl more of an edge then she had intended. The charcoal colored jeans hugged her limbs, black Vans scuffed the ground, she wouldn’t spend the energy required to lift them. A red tank top adorned her torso, leaving little to the imagination, but covered by a large grey sweatshirt. The hood was over her head, coving the dirty blond threads of her hair, save the ends of which poked out the front. Her thin frame was hidden under the large grey material, not more then ninety five pounds, it hid what she wanted. The teen walked with a confident look, her piercing brown eyes never touching the floor, despite her lowered head. Her hands were stuffed in the grey sweatshirt pockets, as if she was trying to hide something from the rest of the world, in truth she was. Her knuckles were both scarred and cut up, bruised and beaten, they were not an attractive sight, she was also holding onto a small handgun. The coolness of the polished silver handle calmed her temper slightly, but it was a mere drop of water on a deafening flame.

The cause of her anger was not something many would ever experience, it was not something that many had ever even given thought to, but it was still there. Strong and powerful, it sometimes completely consumed the emaciated teen, allowing her thoughts and actions to go unprocessed, allowing the pure will of survival and the animal instincts to take over. The teenager was not angered by the actions of others, but by the actions of herself. She had let it spill of her abusive past, to a complete stranger. She had not ever told anyone that much before, save the last boyfriend she’d had, but the bastard had died leaving her past mysterious, but the girl whom she had told would not be cause for a murder. The teen had let that thought cross her mind once or twice, but could not afford the charges for a murder, she was almost a legal adult and with her rap sheet she assumed the charges would be rather heavy. Now her anger had gone captive and locked up for over a week, gradually growing, allowing the animalistic temperament to engulf the girl.

She was after only one thing in the mall. Not a new pair of jeans, nor a fancy purse, it was not a pair of earrings she had come for but, instead she was in search of money. She knew where to get it, it was just a matter of actually getting it. She figured that one of the smaller retail stores would be better to hold up then a higher priced retail store, so headed towards a drug store on part of the mall strip. Fortunately it was a more deserted part of the mall, only a few stragglers dared to go past Urban Outfitters, or Old Navy. The people who wandered down this part of the mall were usually lost, drunk, plain losers or all of the above. It was a pretty safe place to take some cash looking at those standards. She had eyed a few of the larger stores before wandering down here, knowing they would likely have more dough then the small drug store she was about to rob, but she knew it would be safer to stick to the easy more basic stuff.

Keeping her face away from anyone who might be on the watch for people like herself, she ducked into the open store, glad the cash register was partially hidden behind a large cardboard display. She held no emotions on her face as she walked up to the young man, he looked bored and had a very bad case of acne spread across his forehead, but she didn’t really pay much more attention to the details. Slipping the small handgun out of her pocket she held it loosely in her hand, she probably wouldn’t fire it off, but it gave that more powerful impression. She paused slightly before speaking, wondering truly why was she taking the money. It wasn’t like she needed it to buy anything, she usually got away with a little shop lifting here and there, board at the stables was out of the question, she had paid for many months. She didn’t have any insurance nor mortgage to pay. So there was no obvious reason to take the cash other then the fact that it was there. Maybe her anger accounted into this as well, maybe she just wanted to prove to herself she hadn’t lost the touch, it really had been a while since she had tried anything like this.

Hand over the cash

Words were quiet and low, yet they held power and a voice that said, don’t cross me. She had rested the gun on the counter, pointed towards the dweeb, just in case things just a little rough. Staring at him coolly through her dark brown eyes she cared him to call the cops.

It ain’t a democracy, you don’t have a choice in this. It’s a goddamn dictatorship, so hand it over

ooc// woot woot, meh muse has comethed !!

[Tyler Haze]

Tyler wasn't exactly a very social person, and he really wasn't the mall type of person, so what in the world was he doing here? A few months ago, the answer would have been that he was looking for trouble. He never got into drugs, but the high of getting himself into potentially life threatening situations was addicting and he sure was into that. But now, there was no way he was here just to look for some sort of trouble. He'd just gotten out of jail for the third time in his life, the second time for aggravated assault. A few people who actually cared about his well being offered to take him home, but he refused. He had some unfinished business that he needed to take care of before he went home.

Tyler was never a slacker, he got things done as quickly as possible, and before he'd even been out ten minutes, he was on his way to get that all cleared up. No, he wasn't going to go kill someone, he wasn't going to go make someone wish they were dead, he wasn't going to go beat someone up, he wasn't going to do anything that in any way involved harming someone else. In fact, he was actually intending to do something that would potentially help someone else. He arrived at the mall and stepped inside the cool of the building. Yes, he had walked here from the prison, and no, you couldn't tell by looking at him.

Tyler was one of those guys who was in extremely good condition. Just about two weeks ago he'd run ten miles in the heat of the day and hardly looked the worst for wear, so the short walk from the jail was nothing really. Besides, he'd spent so much time in jail where the only thing to do is go down to the gym and work out...not to mention Tyler was actually one of the smaller guys in jail, and as such he had to be in mint condition just to be on the safe side so he wouldn't get killed while he was in there. So he was pretty much ripped...but not bodybuilder type...more like football quarterback or something like that.

Anyway, he walked in silence through the mall, passing each store without so much as glancing within. When he arrived at the one shop he was looking for and inquired within as to whether or not a certain person was working today, he was told that she wasn't. He sighed, thanked the lady, and headed back out. Wouldn't ya know today of all days would be the one day she had off this week. Ah well, he would survive, he could just come back another day...if he could get the guts to do it again. He hadn't seen her since he was 17 and she walked out on him and his dad, but he needed to see her.

He shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked out of the store, and was about to continue on out of the mall when a deft motion caught his eye in a store a little ways away. It was one of those stores that almost no one ever went into. But if he wasn't mistaken, that had been the motion of someone pulling out a gun...he knew it well, considering he'd been shot four times in his life. He stood motionless for a moment, trying to decide if he wanted to go find out if his suspicion was right, or if he should just continue on and forget about it.

His indecision didn't last long. He turned towards the store and walked casually down to the entry. If the person did have a gun, they'd probably pull it on him...but that thought didn't mean anything to him. He'd had guns pulled on him so many times it was really quite boring now when it happened. People needed to get some sort of new weapon...not even a new one, just something besides a gun. A knife perhaps...Tyler himself had two on him at all times and within easy access. One was strapped to his wrist, and the other to his ankle.

If somebody pulled a knife on him...now that would get the adrenaline pumping. With guns, you don't have a fighting chance because you can't outrun a bullet, and if the person has a fast draw and good aim, you're dead. But with a blade...he would have a fighting chance. Yes, he was an adrenaline junkie, but only when it came to life and death situations. Call him crazy, and he probably was, but when you've lived on the edge like that for the past four years of your life...you kind of get addicted to it.

Anyway, he walked fearlessly into the entry to the drug store, and leaned nonchalantly against the door frame. He'd never seen this girl in his life...or so he thought...but something told him that she had other reasons besides needing the money to be robbing this place. If she needed money, she would've gone for one of the stores that might have more than $100 dollars on hand. Not too long ago, he was the exact same way, just getting into stuff like this for no immediately apparent reason. It wasn't something he would recommend to anyone.

He decided against saying anything, and letting her discover his presence on her own time. He figured she'd turn that gun on him pretty quick once she did, but the kid behind the counter was more likely to try to stop her than he was. He knew what it was like to need to do stuff like this. It was like a drug, and without it you could go crazy. He was trying to get over it though, and it was still nagging him in the back of his mind, but he was trying to ignore it. After a minute or two, the kid behind the counter glanced towards him, and he knew that if she saw the glance, she would turn towards him as well. He almost wanted to see her reaction when she saw that somebody else was witnessing her little act...oh if only he could know that he had history with this girl....highly unfortunate that he had been so intoxicated that he didn't remember it at all.

[annie]

A slight sigh was given through the teen’s lips, she was used to people not responding right away, especially in situations such as this one. It wasn’t like people had ever given much of a fight after she had done her thing in persuading them to her ideas, but usually it took a little warming up for them to finally crack. The problem with people like this was they were too goody-good y to accept the fate of choosing the wrong path. Many would rather be shot then make the wrong decision to hand over the cash, or what ever it was. They had the experience of learning between right and wrong, something the teen had very little knowledge about. When faced with a situation the called for her to take a road, she usually went with the easiest path or the more dangerous adrenaline pumping road. Rarely taking the path of ease, she had never backed down easily, she preferred the high road of danger. The very thought of making one wrong move, the idea of outwitting a killer, outsmarting an opponent, it was all great fun. That was until someone got shot.

The teen had never been one to wait until the time was right to gently persuade someone to her ideas, she had preferred the use of force to the use of kind words. Which had often accounted for her lack of people skills and the danger she got herself into. She had been known to flip shit, going through unrivaled stages and bouts of rage, anger and hate. She had often flipped for no apparent reason at all, one minute slyly smiling, the next holding a smoking gun over the body of a wounded opponent. People had feared her, despite her small weight, actions dangerous and uncontrollable. The teen had more often then once held a switch blade to the neck of a potential threat, doing nothing more then daring him to get off his ass. The she would leave, nothing more then a crimson stain left on the neck of the opposite. No, she would not normally kill them, she was not a blood thirsty criminal, but she would do enough to scare the other, enough to warm them of what she might be able to do. Giving another soft sigh she glanced back up at the pimple faced teen, this was taking too long, someone might have walked in. Lifting her hands off the counter she gently prodded the young man in the chest with the barrel of the gun, a warning to get his ass in motion. Usually it didn’t take her this long to pull it off, but she was surprisingly amused by the teen, and had decided to toy with him a little before leaving.

You gonna hand it over? Or do you want me to grab it?

She gave a slight smile, words still amused and light. She hadn’t yet been tested to the end of her rope, she was just merely being tugged at. Setting her hands back on the counter she glanced down at the back of her palms, her right still loosely holding the gun, the left had been inked. Outlined in a deep black shade the creature was a true work of art, it had taken nearly ten hours to complete. The bright crimson dragon spiraled upwards towards her arm, it’s body looping lazily around her thin wrist. Her whole body was thin, not just her hands nor her arms as some people were built, but her thinness was not caused by a genetic trait. Weighing in at a slight ninety-five pounds, she was underweight and underfed. Usual nights she was up till three or four, waking up no later then ten as she had to ride and attend to the possible wounds she may have acquired. She had no real job, no source of income , so food was usually last on her list of priorities.

Eyes glanced back up at the teen, good timing as well. His eyes told her that someone else had entered the store, and by the lack of movement she suspected it wasn’t a cop. Turning she kept her hands on the counter, gun still facing the dweeb, she let her eyes wander towards the other male in the door way. A smirk slowly grew across her surprisingly beautiful features, but eyes darkened slightly. It was the infamous Tyler Haze. The life story of a teen stuck in a dilemma, of course he was the hottest news in Pinewood, hadn’t everyone just fallen apart as rumors and facts spread. Some had mentions his long lost lover, others had said he had lost his world record breaking horse, none of which the teen had actually cared about. The guy was being handled with care, he had someone helping him every step of the way, or so it seemed. As soon as he had hit Pinewood people of his past had flocked towards him, open arms and hearts, wanting to fix the past, forgive and forget, as they say. It was as if he had been given the ticket to the easy train, all he had to do was step on and enjoy the ride, while he was doted on and loved and cherished, all that shit. Unfortunately not everyone at Pinewood was so caught up in the turning times of his life, some were just there to witness a good laugh.

A slight shake of the teen’s head brought her away from the thoughts of the male, but thoughts soon drifted away to how they had met so long ago. They had both been hammered, completely drunk, possibly high. It had been nothing more then a small dance, but they had both been hooked on the other, the night had ended in bed. It was the next morning where things had really been shaken up, Tyler had lobed a punch, knocking the teen out cold. Of course she had held her own until the lucky shot, but her anger against him had grown. Back in the present she gave a slight smile, her eyes cold but amused.

Well, if it ain’t the infamous Mr. Haze.


ooc// well this should be interesting :]

[lovasz]

Tyler was very very used to people recognizing him. He'd appeared in the news probably about a dozen times in the past couple of years, considering in a small town like this, someone like him would become sort of an icon of the criminal world and any time he did anything even mildly interesting it would get totally blown out of proportion and end up all over the news paper, the TV, the radio, basically everything. Anyone who had lived here longer than a few months would probably recognize him...though not many would be willing to say anything to him, since they were mostly afraid of him if they didn't know him.

This was different though, she said his name like she knew him from somewhere, but he was quite convinced that he had never seen her in his life. Oh no...this was like a terrible nightmare. It was incredibly familiar and he was hoping it wasn't about to happen all over again. Last time he had run into someone who knew him but he had no notion of their existance, she had ended up being pregnant with twins, one child his, the other belonged to someone else who just happened to hate him with a passion. He ended up falling in love with her, and she for him. Just when he thought life was going to be perfect, she was in a terrible car accident, and killed, leaving him and her two babies behind. Fortunately, this girl didn't look pregnant at all, which was a good start.

The kid behind the counter seemed to recognize him, and he was starting to look rather scared. He probably figured that Tyler was an accomplice of Annie's, and everybody knew that Tyler wasn't afraid to hurt people. He'd done it several times before, and they thought he would do it again in a heart beat. He actually might though, if he was taken off guard and didn't have time to check himself. He really didn't want to go to jail again, and he knew that if he got into it with someone, he would go straight back there again. Of course, considering he was a knife fighter of sorts, he was pretty quick on his feet and could avoid a blow pretty easily if he wanted to, but that wasn't the point. If so much as a drop of anyone's blood was spilled, he would get the blame.

Sorry, He said looking at the girl skeptically, Have we met? The kid was slowly starting to slink away towards the phone, most likely about to call security and have them come attempt to arrest the two of them. Tyler turned his attention from the girl to him, and he stopped, twiddling his thumbs innocently. He was obviously quite afraid that Tyler was going to pull out a gun and shoot him, but he was quite honestly going to do no such thing. He wasn't planning on hurting anyone...unless of course they tried to pull something on him, in which case he would either be gone in the blink of an eye to avoid trouble, or he would stick his knife in their chest.

That probably wouldn't happen here though, since he has a problem with hurting women...whether or not they drew first. He might be a lot of things, but that wasn't one of them. He had morals, which was more than most criminals could say, and one of them happened to be the age old moral that a man shouldn't ever hit a woman. Of course, he had no idea that he had broken that moral a time or two when he was totally wasted. He had no idea what he did when he got drunk, aside from the fact that he usually came to with some girl he'd never met before, or else alone meaning she had already gone. From what people told him, he did some pretty erratic things while under the influence.

[annie]

She gave a slight smile as the teen turned towards her, raising his eyes slightly. She liked the lack of recognition he had given her, although she wasn’t surprised it oddly pleased her. She liked to surprise people with her words and sometimes her actions. They usually never expected her to have half a brain and many people she had encountered were taken aback by her sarcastic comebacks. The sad thing was there were a lot of people out there afraid to talk to her, not like she really enjoyed talking to other people , but she did like playing with them. Toying with their minds was a favorite activity of hers; she liked to see them stumble over their words or flat have nothing to say. She gave another smile, waiting for the other to reply himself.

Not one to care whether or not she was involved with the media thought, but the other kid looked like he might have actually given a shit. He’d had tons of TV time on himself, she had, unfortunately, seen him in the news a few times. She, herself, had also been featured in the news for a while. It had been just a couple months ago; they had practically run her whole life on the tape, from reenactments of the battles at home to the last stand on the streets. It had been featured on the news for over a week, she surprised at how big a deal it had been, but during the news broadcasting she had been in a coma. Her bastard father had decided to take matters into his own hands, it had been the only time she was ever afraid for her life. Sighing she washed the painful memory away, her slightly darkened eyes raising towards the other.

He spoke with a slow drawl, confused. Well yes, he had been hammered when they had met up. It had only been a one night stand, no big deal. But it had been the next morning where she had developed the hate for the older teen. Although she had initially swung at him first, he had caught her in the jaw. She had landed completely out, he had left. Smiling again she raised her eyebrows slightly, crossing her arms she gave a slight sigh, and then heard a movement behind her. The pimple faced kid was sliding towards something, asshole, she thought, and another smile creeping on her features. Turning around slowly she thingyed the silver gun, aiming it at the kids head. Eyes narrowed slightly and lips parted to speak. Words came out surprisingly cold for the smile was still on her face, but words were etched in ice, woven in poison.

Kid, if you so much as touch that phone I’ll fucking shoot. And yeah, I will, unlike some asses around this joint, I will actually shoot.

Turning back to Tyler she gave a slight smile, her eyes still slightly on the kid. Tyler looked relaxed, but she knew better then to assume that he couldn’t strike with a moment’s notice. She had once before doubted the abilities of a relaxed street member, it hadn’t ended well. She had said a few words out of turn, a few insults some swears. He had caught her by surprise, a knife held to her throat daring her to make another sound. She hadn’t moved a muscle and he had laughed it off, but the teen had learned from the experience. The next time someone dared her to speak she had, more insults and vile words. She had ended up on top, the man who had caught her on the ground holding a bleeding abdomen. Smiling back again at Tyler she glanced up towards him, her cold eyes unmoving and uncaring. There was something almost frightening about them, something that couldn’t be controlled, and something that was as wild as the wind and just as free. It was a haunting stare, almost daring the older teen to make a move to save the dweeb behind her, daring Tyler to make a move.

Mmmm yea, unfortunately we have met Mr. Haze. You probably don’t remember, oh course all it had taken was a drink or two for you to get completely hammered. A little light weight heh?