speed >> open

[annie]

Fucking shit...

God damn fucking Ford...

Shit.

A car door slammed shut, the bright blue hood thrown up into the air. Coughing slightly at the large inhalation of smoke the slim, perhaps underweight, teen waved the cloud away, carefully inspecting the engine. She had run it hard, an escape that was cutting it too close, even for her standards, but she had escaped the police. Smiling she bent in closer towards the smoking engine, ok, maybe she had pushed it a little too hard. The tight corners of the small town had given the engine a little trouble, the RPMs reaching past 6000. The needle had only quivered there for a moment, but it must have been enough to kill the large engine. So here she was stuck in the town until she could get the car started up again, unless of course she happened to take off with another 'borrowed' car.

Sighing she rolled her eyes, letting the steam pour from the engine, apparently there was no fixing the car now. Giving another sigh she opened the back of the trunk, a few bottle of beer lay in a pile. Of course it had been another quick, ummm, purchase, but she had happened to forget to pay. That happened quiet often, but more often then not, it was meant to happen. The teen had an addiction to the high that she got from stealing things, the larger the better. The faster, even better. Her taste in cars was rather expensive, a downfall. But she had learned, and rather quickly, that she better make no mistakes. Popping the top off one of the bottle, she drank down half, setting it on the roof of the car. Peering back towards the hood, she rolled her eyes once more, walking towards the engine.

The car it's self was rather nice, a new vehicle, barely off the press. The Ford concept was a blaze orange color, black pin striping and other various designs were imprinted upon the car. A small dent in the fender, but that was new, she had, unfortunately, had to bust out of the building. She could have done it quietly, but hadn't seen the point, a car chase was always exciting. Other then that small dent the car was in great shape, if you overlooked the engine as well, but that's besides the point. It was a standard, as all good sports cars should be, the stick-shift was the way to go, the automatics never had a good feel of the road.

Rolling up her dark sleeves, she stuffed her hands into the car's intestines, trying to get the bitch running again. She had known this probably would have happened, but hadn't taken the time to think it through. Far enough away to be safe for the time being, all she could do was wait for the engine to cool off. Hopefully the cops wouldn't show, but if they did she had the handgun.

[Charlie Parker]

Like so many other times when there was a lull in the day, Charlie and the German Shepherd, Jigsaw, were out on the streets, just walking through town, no particular destination in mind. Jigsaw was unleashed, though he still had a chain collar around his neck, and Charlie still carried a leash with him...just in case. Jigsaw was trained in Jui Jitsu, meaning that he read Charlie's every emotion like an open book and acted on them. Charlie didn't want anyone to get hurt on account of his dog, so if he ever ran into anyone he had an issue with, he'd clip Jigsaw back onto the leash so he wouldn't eat anyone.

It was a rather dull day, not a whole lot going on really. There weren't many people out and about today. The pair walked down the streets casually, a few people glancing their way, but not many paying them much mind. Not too far up ahead on the street was a police car, number 1407, that Charlie recognized. Having been a former cop, he knew just about every guy on the force and which car they drove. This one just happened to be driven by Charlie Walsk, his former partner who's saved him more than once. He walked up to the car, and lean down to set his arm on the unrolled window. Much going on today? He asked the officer. In response, he just shook his head. We had a car chase goin earlier, someone stole an orange Ford Concept, but we lost 'em. Not sure who it was just yet, but I think they've been at this for a while.

The conversation continued for a few minutes, but not much of interest. Charlie and Jigsaw moved on so as to stop distracting him from his job. For about another hour, the man and dog walked through the town, looking for something to entertain them. Charlie decided to just stop for a bit and take a break. Jigsaw was getting pretty hot with that thick coat of his, and he could probably stand to take a break. So, he took a seat on the steps of an empty building, just looking out across the streets. He had a few memories down each street from his days as a cop, this one was no exception. About two blocks down from here was where his career as a policeman basically came to an end with the death of his horse and his partner. He forced himself not to think about that one though. He didn't want to bring that up just now.

Just as he was about to give up and head home, a sickly sounding car caught his mind. The vehicle sounded about ready to die. He glanced up and to his surprise say an orange Ford Focus coming down the road towards him. Imagine that...probably the stolen one. When the driver emerged, his suspicion was confirmed. Annie. Of course she had stolen a car...why hadn't he thought of her before when Walsk had mentioned it? Ah well, he had other things on his mind. He watched with mild interest as Annie interacted with the car. He had to admit it was rather entertaining.

After a few minutes though, he decided to let her know that she wasn't exactly alone. Still can't stay out of trouble I see. Charlie said casually, not moving from where he was seated, directly across from the car on the other side of the sidewalk. She was only a few feet away from him and he was rather surprised she hadn't noticed him and the dog beside him. He was trying to keep his extreme dislike for the teen in check so Jigsaw wouldn't feed off of it, but he clipped the leash back on his collar just in case. The moment he finished saying that, he prepared himself for the response that he knew was to come . Undoubtedly it would contain a heck of a lot of cussing and also a heck of a lot of attempts to offend Charlie. He was pretty sure he could take it though, it wouldn't be the first time he'd run into her after the car she had been in ran over and killed his horse and his partner. He knew she was going to probably bring that up, but he was convinced that he was ready for it and could keep the emotion of that day suppressed like he always did.

[annie]

Eyes raised at the sound of a familiar voice, unfortunately that voice was not one she was entirely fond of. An icy glaze slid over the darkened eyes, a sly smile playing upon her features. Despite her disappointment in not seeing the visitor immediately,a small flaw she had, the teen would hardly show the effects of her surprise. Walking away from the hood of the car she grabbed the bottle of beer off the roof and took a swig, setting the nearly empty bottle back on the roof. Eyebrows raised slightly as she leaned against the car, arms crossed, staring at the dog at the man's feet. It looked like a well trained mutt, big fricken whoop. Giving a soft sigh she brought her eyes up to face his own, a stare cold and unforgiving, but a smile upon her lips.

What make you think I'm in trouble, eh? Course run over a big ass grade horse once and get ragged on it fer the rest of your fuckin' life. Oh by they way how is that burnt out slut Hay treatin' you? Any babies yet?

She gave another smile and rolled down her sleeves, seeing nothing else to do. The Ford wouldn't run again unless it had some major repairs added it it, the trans was gone anyways, useless piece of shit. Glancing down at her torn shoes, old skate sneaks, no doubt she had lifted them off of somewhere, maybe it was time for a new pair. The current shoes were rather old looking, stained with grease, oil and maybe blood, it gave them a rather 'rustic' feel. Glancing back up at the man, his name lost to her for the moment, he hadn't responded yet, giving the teen the idea maybe Hay's drugs had influenced him into more then just marriage. But the idea was most likely far from true, the goody-goody kid wouldn't hurt a fly if it meant breaking the rules. Hell, whatever, rules were meant for breaking.

Unfolding her arms she looped her thumbs through the belt loops of her jeans, a bored expression on her face. She had heard the man had so-called resigned from the police force so it wasn't likely he would arrest her, even less likely he could catch her. A smile slowly spread across her face, smiling had always been a bad habit of hers, but broke off as a pain of hunger spread. The teen hadn't eaten in a few days, no big deal she had gone longer without food, but the hunger pains were always the same. Maybe after she had escaped from this talk, these type of things were usually long and boring, she could grab something from a corner store.

So, Charles is it? What bring you around these parts? Trying to scout the next place to find a wife that you could fix up?

Yea, Charles wasn't his real name, but it sounded good. A whole lot better then Charlie, especially when you were trying to get a response out of someone. Smiling again she refolded her arms, another bad habit, a habit that had lent it's self to her street name, Jitter.

[dumbanddumber]

{{Ugh... Ill reply... Marco could liven this up a bit... but its not gonna be as long as yours... im kinda museless....}}

Feline eyes focused themselves on the ford, and the girl who was cussing at it. A smile tugged on the young boy's lips as he watched. He himself wasnt a fan of fords, but in fact he despised them, as he was brought up in an all chevy, anti ford house. His father had numerous chevys, among them cameros and corvettes, which had become two of marco's most desired cars. He himself drove a black 1991 z28 camero, and, much to marco's liking, there had never been a ford on the road that this car couldnt beat in a street race. So it was only natural for a chevy fan to laugh at the brokedown ford, huffin and puffin.

And his eyes couldnt help but notice the girl bent over the car as she inspected the engine. If she had known that a guy like MARCO was standing there, maybe she wouldnt have done it, or maybe she would have.... Anyone who knew marco knew he was easily aroused, the sex driven male who's mind always seemed to be in the gutter. He bit his lip to stop him from catcalling, as he didnt want her to think he was a pig on the first encounter, so he tried to concentrate on playing with his lip ring, entertaining his tongue in other ways than what he wanted.

Attention was snapped from the girl to a guy, a german shepard at his side. The shepard made his nostrils flare. The only thing he despised more than fords were dogs that even slightly resembled a police dog, and german shepards resembled police dogs way too much for this young emo to handle. A hand rested on the box-like head of the rottweiler standing calmly beside him. The dog was a power house, 160 pound of lean, toned muscle, his eyes showing that of a hardened dog, his boxy head and heavy jaw giving him the look of a fighting dog, which in some cases the dog was. Voulkens eyes were locked on the other dog, hair on his back raised, lips curled, a snarl rumbling from his deep throat. Marco noticed it right away and applied pressure to the leash, the choke chain around the dog's neck tightened, barely catching the canine's attention. But he read his owner's wished by the way he tugged on the line. Not a vicious tug, but a warning: Keep snarling and it WILL hurt. The dog calmed his composure and stepped back, leaning his bulk against his owner's legs.

Marco listened intently. He like the girl's attitude, like, ALOT. But he wasnt fond of her words, how she talked down about hailey like she was. He stepped foreword, dropping the leash, holding an open palm to the dog, the command the dog associated as 'stay'. The rottweiler complied, planting his powerful haunches on the ground, his eyes watched intently in case force was necessary.

"Now now, lets try to be nice. I dont know much about Hailey, but i know she's been through alot... Im not trying to correct your opinion, only you can do that. But lets TRY to be a little nice, shall we? You're waay to pretty to be wasting your time badmouthing on people, and youre way to good for a ford..." He stopped and smiled. He stepped a little closer until he was standing right next to her. He looked down. "But i must admit the bad girl attitude gets me a little excited... especially with looks like yours.

[/color] He added with a flirtacious wink. "If you want i have a 454 ss truck that could tow that somewhere, or i could just take you home in my z28....[/color] He offered sweetly, waiting to see if his sweettalk would work.[/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[annie]

Eyes dragged slowly away from the former officer to stare at the new kid, god was it like a public sighting, had she not seen the fuckin' memo? But whatever, she didn't exactly hate that there was someone new, made things a whole lot more interesting to see how two men reacted with a girl in the midst. Cold eyes quickly glanced over the kid's body, pausing for only a moment on the dog at his feet, everyone these days had a fighting dog, must be the 'in' style, but she herself preferred the mutt variety. The kid was some fucked up emo, lost, maybe had cut himself a little too deep, left him with out a memory, whatever. She was not impressed with the kid, hopefully he keep his mouth shut and not bother her, but she doubted that would happen. Eyes glanced back at the older man, but so far he had not come up with a response, surprising, no, but it made things a little dull. A small sigh was given, as she reached for the beer bottle. Draining it she lazily tossed it aside, smiling slightly as the sound of breaking glass reached her ears.

Giving another look over the rotti, a spoiled breed, in her opnion. Any dog that you had to actually where you actually had to plan the breeding and actually had to take care of it in someway was a waste of her time. Dogs like that often proved to be weak, scared of a true fight, often like their owners. She preferred the street dogs, the mixes, the mutts, the unwanted creatures. The animals who made their lives on the streets had so much more to give once taken in, they would never back down from a fight, never run the opposite direction. Her own canine was a German pit bull mix, the jaws of the pit, the speed and agility of the Shepard, the perfect dog. Although the one before her was obedient and listened to his owner, she was not impressed, nor was she caring of the damn creature.

Eyes glanced over the kid's body as he stepped closer, a smile creeping upon her features, daring him to make a move, daring him to be stupid enough to try something on her. An eye roll was made, and a slight head shake, as if to say, 'don't even waste your time,' but apparently the kid had forgotten to read that memo as well. Leaning up against the broken down ford, she waited for the kid to speak, not excited, but not entirely dreading the words either.



His sweet talk attempt lessened her thoughts on him even more.


God damn kid. You really need to straighten out you opinions of people, Hay, has not been through a lot. Shit, she has had it so fricken easy, oh yea and she is fuckin' easy as well. Me, pretty?! Whatever, oh and Fords are way too good for your sorry ass. I mean really what do you drive? An '86 Honda?

She gave a slight smile, this kid was already into her game, whether he liked it or not, she had found one more person in the world she could arouse out a reaction from.

Yea, the so called 'bad girl' attitude will get your more then excited. If you keep this up, maybe one day it will get you killed. And as for your camero, I'd rather walk then have to be seen in a fucked up car like that. Shit kid, get out of the past, there's the 2009s comin' out now. It would be rather easy to just walk in and grab one, get a Ford while you're at it.

She smiled slightly again, her eyes showing the true emotion. She was enjoying this, not the attention, but the idea of fighting. Not like it would ever spring out into a real fight, but the scent of it was still there, the idea that she could get a rise outta one of these bastards.

coolio... yay! i like drama!

[dumbanddumber]

----lolz Marco Likes
Ow and my back just popped about twenty times lolz... it kinda sucked.
It wont be any good, because im too tired and museless for this. But i cant sleep and im bored so here goes... --

Marco tried to keep his eyes on her face as she talked, but sadly he just wasnt that kind of kid. He tried to fight thier urge to wander. This girl was already a little angry looking, and the last thing this emo wanted was to have her think he was only trying to get into her features. Well, Marco nowadays was trying to get into everyone's features, but that wasnt the point. He watched as she eyed his dog, then him, and shook her head.
A smile tugged at the male's lips as he listened to her practically yell at him. He shook his head lightly. This emo had alot of patience when it came to girls, as he would never in his right mind scream, or cause any physical harm to a girl. It was strictly against his policy. he leaned up against the beat up car, the smells of the gasoline filling his nostrils, making him smile even more. Her words became somewhat of a blurr. And maybe the fact that he was high off his ass had nothing to do with his inability to stay focused. Yeah, the boy was baked off his ass, but he had gotten eye drogs designed for stoners, which took the bloodshot and irritated look from his eyes. He zoned in and out of her words, catching a little here, but missing a little there.

When she finally stopped, he eyed her fro a few good, long seconds, before chuckling. "Haha... ive never seen a girl stand up for herself like that..." He stopped and dug into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. His lips held the cigarette as his hands blocked the tip of the stick from the breeze, thumb lighting the cigarette like a professional. Of course, he had been smoking dince he was nine, and it came naturally. Throwing the lighter back in his pocket, he took a drag on the stick. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he opened his mouth wide, and blew smoke rings into the air. After flicking the ashes off the end, he spoke once more. Its fucking cute...damn girl, you keep flaring like this, i might have to practice a bit of self control....

[/color] He added, lips caressing the cig, taking another drag, the smoke blown through his nose. And sorry about that... most girls like to cut to the chase. Its what im used to.[/color] He added finally, a warm smile spread on his lips, eyes showing that this was nothing but a kind gesture, and the bright green orbs locked on hers, not bothering to wander.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[annie]

She watched as the kid pulled out a cigg, but her gaze did not remain there long. Instead it turned towards his eyes, a look of hate in her own. She hated the soft drug effects of the cigg, enough to eventually kill you, but not enough to even make you feel any different. She had noticed the prick hadn't really listened to her, no big deal, but it had lead her to wonder if the kid was high. Probably off some easy stick, pot or crack, nothing too hard. Asshole. She gave a slight sigh, completely oblivious to the cloud of smoke, not like she hadn't ever been around that before. His comment had been unheard, girls sticking up for themselves, big deal. She had needed it to survive for as long as she had. She rolled her eyes as the kid blew smoke rings, probably thought he was this cool assed punk, impressing her with his talent for smoking, his smooth words. No, the teen might have actually been impressed if he had said something intelligent, something worthwhile. Barely listening to his words she almost gave another bored sigh, but held it back, not wanting to come off on the wrong foot. Oh wait, it was probably too late for that.

Mmmmm, yea, self control, wow. The gals you're used to are what? Drunk, high, passed out? Wow, they must be fun to fuck. Or maybe you prefer to hang with the girls and fuck the men? Hmmmmmm?

The kid spoke as if he actually had to restrain himself, like he had actually had a tough life and that his messed up little mind needed to be controlled. She on the other hand had often had to literally restrain herself from doing damage, he was nothing to her. Nothing then a mere insect in her path, step on it and move on. While she waited for a reply, the teen wandered around towards the trunk of the busted car, another beer was in order. Usually she was not fond of the watery alcohol, but it had been easy to reach and grab, so instead of her gin whiskey mix, she was drinking this light weight beer. Twisting off the top she took a sip, her slim fingers curling around the cool glass, holding it softly, lightly. Wandering slowly back towards the two bastards, she gave a slight smile, one was a light weight druggie, while the other could have easily busted both their asses. Smoking and drinking, god... this was boring.


yayaya funnnnn

[dumbanddumber]

{{Well, seeing as there's not going to be a fight between Marco and Annie, if you really want some drama, lik i do, ill just bring in mah chicka, k? Make this a tad bit more interesting... xD))

Marco smiled down at her, his height seeming to tower her. Oh well, his height seemed to tower everyone. A little prick of anger stirred inside him as she added the last part, her voice hinting that being gay was a bad thing. He snorted, letting the smoke from his lungs. Actually, i dont need to get girls drunk or high or passed out to seduce them. It just comes naturally. And i yeah, so ive fucked a guy. Im bisexual. Big whoop. Love has no gender. He answered, still keeping his cool, eyes wandering to his pocket. He licked his lips, the talk of getting high driving him to grab the contents of his pocket and smoke a couple bowls. Right here. Right now. Aw, hell, he decided temptation was getting the best of him, so he pulled out his bag, loading his colorful glass pipe. He eyed both parties, smile on his lips. Yall dont mind, do ya?

[/color] Well, the truth was that even if they DID mind, he was gonna do it anyway. So he lit it, making sure his thumb was pressed firmly against the carb, until he cleared it, letting the smoke into his lungs. But one hit wasnt enough to even phase him.

He went to take another one, when a voice stopped him in his tracks. Marcoo...[/color] It cooed.
The boy smiled. Polo...[/color] He answered, turning to face the blonde standing behind him. She giggled lightly and walked closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, him returning the hug, being sure not to spill the resine from the pipe. Allo, poppet. She greeted. He squeezed her tighter, before finally releasing her. But his eyes didnt leave her, and he let them wander. He knew she wouldnt mind it. After all,, his eyes werent the only thing to wander over this particular girl's body.
Nyxie looked over at the other girl. She remembered the night in the club when she told her off. But she didnt have any hard feelings towards the other girl, as this particular girl wasnt one to judge. Finally the girl's dark, warm eyes left the other femme, and locked on the pipe. She grabbed it and the lighter from Marco, and taking a couple long, big hits. She smiled up at him, before giving it back. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[Charlie Parker]

Charlie shook his head at Annie...they both knew it was about more than running over the horse. It was also about running over his partner, and the ten million other crimes he knew she'd committed. He hadn't originally hated her like he did now. They'd had to get a court order to get him to testify against her since he was the only witness to the accident, and he hadn't been happy about it, not one little bit. The papers ragged on him pretty hard for it, one of them stating that his "blatant disregard makes us wonder if he should be involved in the enforcement of justice at all." Shortly after that court trial, he had turned in his gun, unable to take the stress of it anymore.

He completely ignored the question about Hayley. They didn't have any kids yet...but Hayley had just told him the other day that she was pregnant...with his baby. That had totally shocked him, and he'd pretty much been at a loss for words. He was slightly better now, though he still couldn't believe he was going to be a real dad. Anyway, he wasn't going to say anything about it to Annie. His real name really was Charles...but no one had ever called him that except when he was a cop and they were at some important meeting or something. Then it was always "officer Charles Parker" but he'd always thought it was way too formal, and apparently everyone else did. Heck, even his parents had always called him Charlie, same with his little brother.

He was about to reply when he was interrupted by the snarl of a dog. Oh no...bad news right there. Jigsaw got along with any dog that got along with him, and the rottie obviously wasn't going to get along with him. The German Shepherd had been a police dog, and Charlie had been his handler. However, when Charlie left the force, the other cops discovered that Jigsaw was a one handler dog. He wouldn't listen to anyone else, and so Jigsaw had gone to live with Charlie before he ended up biting someone. It was a necessary precaution that Charlie didn't mind imposed on himself at all.

He put a bit of pressure on the leash, which caused the prongs to tighten a bit against his throat, reminding Jigsaw that Charlie was in control and that he wasn't allowed to so much as move towards the other animal without his consent. Jigsaw looked up at Charlie as if pleading with him to let him rip into the other animal, but Charlie knew better. Jigsaw wasn't trained to kill, he was trained only to subdue, and that rotti could and probably would kill him. Charlie wasn't willing to take that risk. He kept himself seated on the steps of the empty building, watching in silence and with very little interest as Marco and Annie interacted. It was rather entertaining, he had to admit.

His patience was beginning to wear thin...he'd certainly thought much higher of Marco back when he'd "met" him at he police station when Charlie nearly killed Hayley's cousin for attempting to rape her. He could do so much better than Annie...heck, anyone could do much better than Annie. Yes, so Charlie's opinion of her had dropped a heck of a lot since that trial, and now, if he was still a cop, he wouldn't hesitate to land her in jail and then testify against her and get her locked up for life. Sure it might sound a little harsh, but hey, you'd probably hate her too if she'd killed your partner and your horse.

[annie]

The teen glanced at the former cop as the Shepard started in at a low growl, but it was cut off by the man. Too bad, she had used to pay to watch dog fights, apparently no such thing was going to happen today. Both men appeared to be able to handle their dogs, and the creatures appeared to listen. She gave a slight smile, feeling the cool eyes of the cop staring at, she could almost touch the hate that he held for her. Yea, the hate went both ways, but the teen didn't really care about what she had done, or where she was headed. She didn't care who she hurt, or who got in her way. They would all be cut down in the end, shot, or stabbed, if they remained in her way.

The older man looked weary of the conversation, at a loss for patience for the lower class people, for the street dwellers. Whatever. He had lived the easy life, he had been a privileged kid, he had not lost everything. She stared back at the bastard, he had landed her in jail once, but probably never again. The streets weren't for the faint hearted, weren't for those who felt loss for others, or had feelings for others. She gave another soft smile, a memory of the scream of the draft horse, the scream of the man. It had been a pretty bad accident, but she had still managed to get away in the van. Of course she hadn't been driving, it had been over two years ago, but it was funny just the same. The fuckin' police had gotten what they had deserved.

Turning her eyes back to the kid she let the smile melt away from her face, leaving nothing but a cold stare. Dark brown eyes icy and challenging, daring and hating. His words were as meaningless as he was, just some figure in her way, just something she would step over and move on. She crossed her arms, leaning against the blue car, surprisingly enough she hadn't heard the sirens yet. Although it would be rather funny if one was to show up, one drugged emo, a former cop and a street dweller. Wonder who'd they arrest? Wouldn't be herself... leaves the two men. She smiled at the thought, god that would be funny.

Oh, so the ones you fuck are desperate or do you pay them... naturally? And, heh, I don't give a shit about your sex life... do 'em all why don't cha. Oh and that was real sweet, right from the fucking heart.

She rolled her eyes as he lit a drag, did he think he was cool, or was he really that addicted. She didn't care to know, it was an easy drug anyways. Her own eyes were adverted from the emo as a bitch walked towards them, shit, it was like a fucking parade of.. well... bitches. A slight head shake was given as the blond chick mauled the kid, get a room, she thought. Her one and only relationship, doubting theirs was a relationship, but hers ended in a fight. He had died trying to kill her, the bastard. She had not had a relationship like that since then, but she was more of the loner type, hated to be held back the other people's limitations.

Oh, so is this one of them gals. How much you'd pay for her? A few bucks? Maybe a few pennies? Or is she one of those dumb c.nts, loans out her p.ussy to everyone?

coolio, i like more people to come in yayay!

[dumbanddumber]

{{Id love to know what this whole draft horse-partner plot thing. Im kinda stupid and i havent put it together yet.... lol}}

Marco thingyed an eyebrow, as he took another hit from his pipe. He had gotten into this phase where he zoned out of her talk. She did seem to talk alot of shit, didnt she? Marco let out a snort, followed by an eyeroll as she went on. If you didnt care about my sex life, you wouldnt keep bringing it up. He stated simply, not wanting to get too mad at her, as, like he said, he would never physically harm a girl. You know, i hate getting mad at girls, and i would never hit one. If its a fight you're wanting, you're wasting your time. And i dont need desperate girls, some people can get action from thier looks and thier charm.

[/color] He answered, a bit aggitated now.
His eyes widened as she began to dog on Nyxie. He watched Nyxie's reaction warily. He and Nyxie had gone back a long time, and he knew how she got around other girls. She had patience around guys, but she absolutley couldnt stand other girl's crap. If he was correct, and if he knew the blonde like he thought he did, there was going to be a brawl. So he took his pipe and stepped over to where charlie was. He looked over to the cop. Its safer over here...[/color] He explained, eyes watching Nyxie, ready for a smackdown. And if this happened, he would just sit his happy ass on the bench with charlie, it was pointless to try and stop Nyxie halfway through a fight, unless you wanted to get hit yourself.

Nyxie's eyes widened at the girl, not seeming to notice as her friend sauntered off. Her eyes were focused on the other girl, hate filling her stance. Licking lightly glossed lips, the blonde shook her head. Bitch, you seem to have a tendancy of running your mouth, dont ya? Just because i can get a guy doesnt mean im a w.hore. Hell, you're just some washed up b.itch who had one bad experience and has sheltered herself from everything. Just because you cant get laid doesnt mean no one else can. And you only WISH you were HALF the person Hayley is. At least she's not a stupid bit.ch like you. Shi.y, you think you're some hot shi.t, but you didnt seem to have anything useful to say in the club. What, are you used to making fun of girls that cant stand? Well, whatever tickles your pickle, i guess.... But stop being such a dumb ho.e If you wanna beat them heads, sh.it im down. Now get your shi.t straight, before you get it rocked.[/color] She hissed, biting her lip, the only thing keeping her from hitting the girl in the face.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[annie]

She smiled slightly at the kid, he appeared to be a little agitated, a little annoyed perhaps? Just the reaction she had hoped to get, she loved getting reactions out of people, often bring out the worst. She just kept smiling as he gave his reply, whatever, she didn't really care what he thought of her, or what she said. So what if she kept bringing that up, it was interesting, at least with the bi, she knew there would always be something to talk about in his sex life. His second sentence was almost funny, she had to stop herself from laughing out loud, managing to suppress it to a smile.

Yea, you're right, some people can get action with their looks and charm, too bad you ain't one of those some. Oh and I don't give a shit about your little policy, I've been punched too many times, if you did decide to hit me... well, let's just say it wouldn't matter.

She gave a slight smile, but it wasn't really a smile. She hadn't really smiled in ages, not since she had first started to ride, but that was when she was seven, ten years ago. Her smiles now where painful reminders of what she had lost, and what she no longer cared about. She watched as the kid moved towards Char, oh, so it was safer over there? Whatever. It didn't matter, so what if they got in a fight they got in a fight. The ditz probably wouldn't last a minute, god, this sucked. She hated fighting with easy asses, took no skill what so ever. She turned her attention to the other girl, but it was quickly lost as she began to lecture. Another thing the teen hated, lectures, they had always lost her interest ever so quickly, and she had received a lot of these so called speeches. Mostly they were talks on how not to ruin her entire life, how to make something of it, but those were too late, by that time she had been in and out of juvie. Returning her thoughts to the girl, she caught the tail end of the speech, now get your shit straight, before you get it rocked. Whatever that meant.

Get my shit rocked, what the fuck is that supposed to mean? God, you know I don't really speak c.unt, so do ya wanna rephrase that in English? I might be able to understand then.

She gave a slight smile, apparently little miss ditz got over excited about a lot of crap. What's the big deal?





The thing about the draft horse/partner is well, that Annie was the passenger of the car that hit and killed them both. Chalrie was the witness that sent her to juvie for the first time due to that and well their relationship has been, well stressed sicne then
and you're not slow i wouldn't have gotten it wither... gahhhhh maybe we are both slow ahhhh!

[milkyway]

"What a boring day," Chase thought as he ambled aimlessly down the streets. The sun baked him, and he ran into the shade any time he could, even stopping to sit in an ice cream parlor for a few seconds just to cool down. As he passed a few figures, none of which he knew, he began to think about turning home, until he saw his brother, or atleast a figure that looked like his brother, a block or so ahead. He began to get excited. He hadn't seen Charlie in a year or so, since it was hard to get to New York from West Virginia all the time. That's why he moved to this litle town, to live near his brother, his role model. Despite his fatigue he picked up his pace to a jog.

"Charlie!! Charlie, is that you?" he yelled. He was so engrossed in his brother that he didn't realize the quarrely going on behind him until he heard "Get my shit rocked, what the fuck is that supposed to mean? God, you know I don't really speak c.unt, so do ya wanna rephrase that in English? I might be able to understand then." He quickly turned around to yell at the potty mouthed idiot for yelling the cuss words that loudly, until he saw who she was. He seemed to stop dead. It was like his breath was knocked out of him. He slowly walked over to the smoking truck, ignoring the other girl, but wearily eying the man who sat near Charlie.

He didn't realize he was probably getting in the middle of a cat fight. . . . if that's what you could call thses two girls fighting. He opened his mouth to say something, but he found nothing to say so he closed it again.

[dumbanddumber]

{{Marco: -tackles new guy- jk jk :DD
Oh, and thats... intense.... lol how'd you come up with that?}}}


Marco watched with growning interest as another male paraded up. His lips twisted. A bunch of hot dudes, REALLY hot chickas, one of these girls being the one he lost 'the big V' too, and intense drama, along with his pot. He knew he was in a bad situation. C'mon marco, you can do this... just DONT think of sex... He reassured himself. But he knew that was a lost cause, since thats what he seemed to be thinking, and not to mention DOING, all the time. But he smiled lightly at the approaching guy. A rumbling noise, a mix between a whine and a snarl, met the boy's ears, and he looked over to see his dog pawing the ground impatiently and wiggling, as if he wanted to move, but the stay command was sticking him to the ground like glue. Marco chuckled and begin walking over to the animal.

Nyxie rolled her eyes, hand running through her hair. Ya know, its not that hard to understand, maybe if you used whatever little of a brain you have, you could understand.But let me sum it up to you: Back up, h.o.e, or you're gonna be sorry. She answered, the threat rolling easily off her tongue, and she was alot calmer than she normally would be. It was not very often she was called a thingy TWICE in five minutes and NOT be pounding someone's face in. But she didnt see a need to fight right now, the only thing stopping her from swinging fists.

Marco stopped as he heard his friend threatening, and thought it best to stand right where he was, in case he DID have to pull Nyxie back. He patted his leg in full view of the canine, signaling him to come to him. The dog instantly got up, as if he was magically unglued from the sidewalk. Voulken planted himself next to his owner's legs, watching the two girls with little interest.

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[annie]

The teen let her eyes drift from the ditz to yet another person walking among the alleyway. She could feel his eyes locked on her own, but did nothing more then stare back, her ice cold eyes daring him to make a move, daring him to look away. And then he did, but she was left with an odd feeling, a feeling that she had never really experienced in the past, but it had almost taken her breath away. She returned to the chick before her, a slight smile on her features, waiting to see what the dumb ass would have to say next. What she did have to say, did not impress the teen, nor scare her, or even make her think twice about the next comment. She had been in too many fights to even count, this one would be no different.

Fucking bring it c.unt, I ain't afraid to get a little dirty. And what I have for a brain sure beats the shit you've got.

She gave a soft smile, another daring look. Perhaps it was a little thingyy, maybe she was a little too sure of herself, but that's what happens when you live life on the street. You no longer care about how badly you get hurt, or what happens to those around you. It was like a disease, clawing it's way into your life, then fixing it's self on your soul. Once there, it has no way of coming loose. It clung there becoming more a part of the human then the streets where it was born, forcing the human to break down or toughen up. Which is just what the teen did, this disease had long since attached it's self to her body, leaving the final decision up to her. Should she break under the strain of the streets, fall to pieces? Or should she stand up, loose her feelings for herself and others, but survive? The teen had chosen the latter, her emotions had quietly disappeared, leaving her with the raw will of survival.

She smiled again at the other girl, oblivious to all other humans around, they had vanished, as no words or movements could be seen or heard from them. Instead she focused her darkened eyes on the lass before her, daring her to make the first move, daring her to make the first swing.


ummmm well i think we both basically put our BRILLIANT minds together and came up with it since it was exciting :]