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Post by dumbanddumber on Jul 19, 2008 21:03:03 GMT -5
{{Nice. But i gotta get off soon so im going to make this short, simple and to the point lol}}
The third time the bitch had said c.u.n.t. This was what triggered the blonde timebomb to finally go off. All the adrenaline rushed through the blonde's hourglass figure as the stupid h.o.e dared to challenge her. She swung at the girl, almost involuntarily, throwing her whole body into the punch with such force that almost made the Nyxie's feet leave the ground. The blow was aimed straight at the girl's face, and with her accuracy through all the years of growing up on the street, she was sure to hit her target.
Marco got out of the way as his green eyes caught sight of the punch that was thrown. Of course it was by Nyxie... the girl was a powerhouse when it came to fights, and this girl was the only person Marco had gotten even close to raising a hand to, but thats only bacause she started swinging at him. If he remembered right, Nyxie didnt back down from any challenge, no matter the odds. She would rather get KILLED than back down, and that thought scared the sh.it out of the emo boy. But he didnt dare to try to break this up, as that would probably end up getting him punched. Once broken up Nyxie would stop, but Marco would still get the brunt force of one of Nyxie's hits. So he stood to the side a little. He just hoped Nyxie didnt do TOO much damage, god forbid she got any more assault charges...
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Post by Charlie Parker on Jul 19, 2008 21:32:28 GMT -5
Charlie nodded absently upon Marco's comment about it being safer in the shade of the building where Charlie was seated on the steps. He couldn't say he was to...pleased...with the pipe he pulled out and was smoking, but hey it was his life...if he wanted to die young that was his choice, not Charlie's. Most people hadn't ever really seen the kind of things pot and other drugs did to people, but since he had been a cop, he'd seen it all. He'd seen the people who took the drugs with their lives totally ruined, he'd seen the kids, and other family members destroyed by the one person taking drugs...he'd seen more than he cared to remember. He didn't think any less of them because of it, he just wished they wouldn't do it.
He was currently completely ignoring the two girls, knowing all too well what these fights were like. A lot of cussing, a lot of yelling, and a lot of getting nowhere beyond that. They were stupid and pointless, but for some reason, anywhere Annie was, there these arguments were too. It happened with Hayley a lot too...but that was different. Charlie disliked Annie...to put it lightly. He was probably much closer to hating her...which was saying a lot since Charlie found it difficult to hate anyone without a really good reason. With Hayley though, it was a different story. He loved her more than anything in the world, and there wasn't anything she could do to make him dislike her in the least.
He looked up quickly though, when he heard a voice he hadn't heard in quite a long time...or at least he hoped that was who it was. A smiled pulled at the corners of his mouth when his sight landed on his little brother...of course...Chase wasn't very little anymore, he looked like he was about as tall as Charlie was now. It had been a long time since they'd seen each other...too long actually. He'd always meant to go back and visit, but he had sort of lost all contact with his family after he quit...He'd been sort of depressed for a while and hadn't really spoken to anyone. His parents had been too busy with their retirement funds to worry about him, and Chase had been only 16 and wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. That was all changed now though.
Charlie honestly hadn't been expecting to see his brother around here at all though...no one had told him anything about this...probably just an oversight. Still, needless to say, he was glad to see him. He hadn't spoken to him in ages, aside from an occasional email or something of the sort. Speaking of which...he hadn't even told Chase or his parents that he was getting married. Had he really grown that far apart from them? That was a sad truth to face up to...and one that he would rather not believe. He and Chase used to be as close as was possible for brothers. It was Charlie's fault too, that they'd drawn apart from each other...no matter how much people said there was no one to blame, Charlie knew it was him.
Jigsaw saw him coming too, and instantly got all excited. When Charlie had first gotten him, he'd still been in New York...obviously, considering he'd still been a cop...and even though the dog was trained for police work, he was a pet too, and went anywhere Charlie went. The German Shepherd grew up in the Parker family, Charlie came first and foremost, but next to him...Chase was his favorite person in the whole world. His focus totally shifted from being centered on the other dog to being centered on Chase. He didn't try to leap away from Charlie, knowing that the leash and collar would stop him, but he started to whine pitifully when Charlie didn't let him go. Charlie shook his head as he stood up, and let go of the leash. The dog was off, heading straight towards Chase. When he reached him, he jumped up and put both paws on Chase's chest, wagging his bushy tail excitedly. That greeting was one that only his favorite people in the whole world would ever get, and so far the two brothers were the only ones who had merited it.
Charlie couldn't help but notice the expression on Chase's face when he saw Annie. Oh no...his little brother was not going to fall for Annie...not in ten million years was he going to let that happen. He decided to blow it off for now...after all, he didn't want his hate for the girl to overshadow the elation he felt at seeing him for the first time in probably over a year. He walked over towards Chase, still ignoring the girls as best he could, and threw his arms around his brother. What are you doing up here? He asked, momentarily forgetting about his strong dislike for the girl behind him.
He had to admit though, he was slightly surprised when they resorted to violence, and turned towards them. This was one stupid fight he was not going to intervene in. Let them work it out on their own. Of course, he knew that most people would expect him, former policeman, to be one to stop a fight like this, but he wasn't going to get involved. He wasn't a cop anymore, and this wasn't his job, so he was staying out of it.
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Post by annie on Jul 19, 2008 21:55:57 GMT -5
The teen gave a soft smile, sensing a fight coming on. Not like she really wanted a fight, she had just been here to bring out the worst in people. Her smile lasted until the ditz took a stand and swung out a fist. She had expected the blow, it was bound to come some time along, with her dogging on the bitch, but she hadn't really expected it this soon. The blond's fist impacted with her face, just below her right eye. The teen released no sound as the force of the hit made contact, nor did she stumble backwards, but took a small step, absorbing most of the blow with this motion. In a lightning quick move she reached up and grabbed the girl's wrist, her slim fingers wrapping tightly around it, eyes glaring, icy cold, deathly silent. She could feel the throbbing of the welt, already beginning to swell and bruise, yet it some how added to the intensity of her glare, to the hate of her eyes.
She regained the little balance that was lost, and stood straight, still uttered no sound, made no motion to the second blow. Surprisingly calm she gave a slight smile, no, not out of respect, but in an eerie way. Like she had been waiting to be hit, like she had wanted to. It was as if the injury gave her something that she had lacked, or maybe she had just been smiling for the hell of it. Still gripping the girl's wrist she slowly gripped tighter, moving the arm in a backwards motion, a motion she had done so many times before. Most gave up before the arm snapped, or fought back, but some assholes waited until their arm was broke. These were the ones that brought on stages of rage and anger for the teen, assholes who wouldn't fucking give up. She had almost killed a man for that, beating upon him until he was barely alive, then he finally shut up, he finally stopped talking of her family. He had been her neighbor for nine years. Eyes held their gaze, challenging and cold.
That the best you got bitch? Or do you prefer c.unt?
If this ass was hospitalized due to her doings, well, she'd been to jail before. This kid didn't matter, she was just yet another road block, just another human to push away and knock down. She had forgotten so many names, so many faces, a few more wouldn't matter. A few more deaths wouldn't make a difference in her life, it was nothing more then a mere insect. Step on them and move on.
yessss.... hmmmmmm exciting!
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Post by milkyway on Jul 30, 2008 12:54:00 GMT -5
Chase's attention was completely off of the girl as he saw his brother look at him, with that all too familiar smile that seemed like it was lost in history of billion years ago. . . and Jigsaw! Jiggy! He saw the heard the dog whine, and he smiled even brighter. He remembered playing with Jigsaw sometimes afte Charlie got home from work. When the dog was let off his leash and jumped up on Chase he rubbed behind his ears. "Hey there Jigs! How my favorite little puppy-wuppy," he said in the tone of voice people normally speak to therir animals to, and even their babies. "C'mon," Chase said to Jigsaw. smiling as he walked to Charlie and meet him halfway.
When Charlie asked him about being in Pinewood, he didn't answer right away becasue of the alarming "SMACK!" noise coming from the direction fo the fight. He stared for a second at the girl who was hit. He felt bad for her, and was amazed she didn't make a sound . . . She's Amazing he thought, then turned abrubtly back to Charlie. "I, um . . . life without you was terrible, Charlie. So I moved here. I sorta feel bad, becasue Mom is alone, but I couldn't stand being at home with Mom so depressed and Dad not there and, I missed you Charlie." He looked down, he wasn't sure if their mom had told Charlie about their father's death or not. |
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Post by Charlie Parker on Jul 30, 2008 13:33:45 GMT -5
Jigsaw was so thrilled to see Chase that he could hardly contain himself, which was saying a lot considering he had some intense training that usually kept him completely reserved. But right now, the German Shepherd had his mind on only one thing, and that was his play mate Chase. They say dogs never forget, and you can bet this big dog didn't forget growing up with Chase. Sure he was a police dog...or used to be...but even the most intense working dogs like to play every now and then. As Chase started walking forwards towards Charlie, Jig danced excitedly at his feet, his whole body moving as he enthusiastically wagged his tail. No body would ever imagine that Charlie had been worried about this dog getting in a fight with the rotti.
As Chase continued talking, Charlie's smile faded a bit. Their mom was alone? What happened to their dad? How was that for family communication? He wasn't informed that his dad was gone, and they weren't informed that he was getting married. Yes, Charlie blamed himself for this. If he wasn't so...depressed...he would never have lost contact with them. Then again, his parents hadn't exactly cared to help him out at all while he was struggling with the loss of one of his closest friends and his horse, so the fact that he lost contact with them sort of was their fault too. Then he moved away from New York to get away from the memory and well...they hadn't seemed to care about that either. He felt bad for leaving Chase at home with them, but he couldn't help it.
How is he gone? Charlie asked, not sure how to react. It had been years since he'd talked to either of his parents, and he wasn't really sure where he stood on their relationship. I mean yeah, they were his parents, but it would've been nice if they'd cared. God Charlie was having a hard time handling all of this. He was getting married, his fiance was pregnant with his baby, his brother showed up in Pinewood, and now he finds out that his dad is dead? What was life going to throw at him next? For all he knew he'd find out that he was adopted or something like that, with the way things were happening lately.
I guess we all need to do a bit of...information sharing. He added, knowing that he too hadn't kept them up to date on his life. He was getting married...and he hadn't said even so much as a word to Chase or anyone else in his family. How would they react to that? Normally the guy told his family before he proposed...Charlie hadn't even hinted to it. Speaking of which...now that Chase was here, there was no way Charlie was going to let him not be one of the groomsmen. He would be the best man, but Charlie had asked his childhood friend who grew up next door to them, Sebastian Kings, to be the best man. But Chase had to be in the wedding, Charlie couldn't imagine getting married without his little brother standing behind him.
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Post by annie on Jul 30, 2008 14:10:05 GMT -5
ummmm i'm not too sure what to post since marco has left nixie die off... soooo ummmmmm
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Post by Charlie Parker on Jul 30, 2008 15:01:42 GMT -5
(wait...Nixie's dead? Maybe you should just have Nixie scamper off or somethin...)
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Post by milkyway on Jul 30, 2008 16:16:49 GMT -5
[blockquote]wow . . . how 'bout annie knocks her out or somethng, then she comes over to talk? idk. lol[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by annie on Jul 30, 2008 22:31:01 GMT -5
The teen smiled slightly as the other girl took off, a cool walk, but at least she was gone. She had never really been fond of the same sex, finding the girlies much too easy to pick fights with, too much talk and not enough action. Smiling again she turned to the three males before her, but ignored them walking towards the trunk of the car. She was thirsty, so another beer was in order. Her second one of the day, it wouldn't be long before they were all completely drained, but she would still be able to function. Sad, that most of the bastards standing before her would probably be completely hammered after the first few drinks. Needing something stronger she gave a soft sigh and flipped the cap off, it landed neatly onto the asphalt with a small ting. Taking a swing of the alcohol she set the bottle down and leaned against the car, thinking it was probably time she was getting outta there.
Listening to the conversation of, what appeared to be brother, she gave a soft smile, the younger looking one complaining how he had missed Charles. She gave a slight eye roll, god damn, he had a lot to learn before he would even be worthy of street trash. The kid apparently had not been raised on the streets, most likely a privileged kid. Had everything handed to him on a silver platter, eh, fed and clothed. Most likely had a grade school education, probably had even graduated from high school, more then she could say for herself. Oh no, parents split up, how fucking terrible another eye roll was put into place. She couldn't believe it, this kid thought that a split up of parents was tough, god, aparently he had no idea what true trouble was. Standing up from the car, she decided to butt in, this was going no where.
Oh god, how fucking terrible. Your mother is depressed, god truly awful. Oh and by the way bro, did Charles mention that he's getting married to a junkie. Yea that's right, that fucked up kid probably packing around his sperm. Has he always been into the whole save a life thing? Picking up wives off the streets?
She gave a slight smile, and crossed her arms. Hopefully the wouldn't be smart enough to come up with a reply and she could leave, leave before the cops show. Her bruised eye was beginning to swell slightly, changing in colors, giving her a more bad ass appearance then before. Not like it was her first black eye or the first fight, really it was no big deal. She had worse.
how about this....
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Post by milkyway on Jul 31, 2008 19:56:22 GMT -5
Chase reached his hand down to Jigsaw, but seeing the dog so excited he crouched down and began playing with him as he listened to Charlie. 'How is he gone?' Dangit. Charlie didn't know. Chase sighed and put his head down for a second. He hated to bring bad news, even if Charlie's relationship with his parents had been damaged. Charlie would still care, wouldn't he? "Well, Charlie. Dad, well, he died," Chase mumbled, looking down. Heh ated taing about it, because after Charlie had left Chase's new role model became their father. It was tough when he passed.
'I guess we all need to do a bit of...information sharing,' Chase heard, and immediately thought uh-oh. The way Charlie had been hesitant about the last part of the sentence shocked Chase. It sounded like he wouldn't like what he was going to hear. He braced himself for Charlie's voice, then heard someone else's. 'Oh God, how terrible. Your mother is depressed, God truly awful. Oh and by the way bro, did Charles mention that he's getting married to a junkie. Yea that's right, that kid probably packing around his sperm. Has he always been into the whole save a life thing? Picking up wives off the streets?'
Chase's head swung around to the speaker. He glared unintetionally, even though it would probably get some smarty-pants comment. But he was truly alarmed. Charlie? His big brother . . . Engaged? He was surprised, and maybe even a little hurt he didn't know, because they used to be so close. He shook it off though, and retorted, "I believe no one invited you into this conversation, and you aren't much of one to bad talk about junkies. It seems you are one yourself," he said, but in a way didn't mean it. His eyes were glued to hers the whole time. He had to move them away, though, when he looked at Charlie. He stood up, a curious look in his eyes.
"Charlie, are you really getting married?" His voice was quiet as he spoke. In a way he didn't believe Charlie was getting married, not without telling his parents, or his little brother. |
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