|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 1:38 pm
Dark and people in here are intimidating.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 10:08 am
Diego walked into the Alley with a spraycan.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 10:25 am
"What do you think your doing?"
Lloyd went face to face with Diego.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 1:45 am
Walking into the alley carrying a small duffel bag slung over his shoulder, mark notices some dude about to b***h a kid holding a spraycan out. Smirking slightly mark walks to the farthest part of the alley, and sits down leaning against the wall. Putting the duffel bag down next to him, he opens it slightly, pulling out a small camera case. Opening the camera case he then takes out what appears to be a film canister. Grinning as though he had just gotten away with some sort of crime, which in a way he was; mark then glances back at the other two in the alley checking to make sure he was alone in his private thoughts of breaking the rules... yet again!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 8:39 am
Chase was walking around the school, he notice Lloyd attempting to bully someone. He opened up his coat and he saw the gun from the brawl at the car dealership, he quickly shut his coat. What am I turning into? Not wanting to get hurt, even though Lloyd and Chase are mates, he knew it wasn't best to go that way, but he did want peace and quiet, he quickly jogged past Johnny and Diego who seemed to be in a heated discussion. He reached the end of the alley and saw Mark he sat down next to him, alone time will have to wait.
"Sup?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 1:15 pm
Eyeing the guy who just sat down, mark notices his weapon and realize this guy might be an undercover cop or just a troubled kid like him. Unsure of what to do mark nods his head as his choice of greeting and continues to fiddle with the film canister in his hands.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 1:38 pm
Chase catches Mark seeing his gun.
"Did you see this?"
Chase removed the gun.
"I got another two strapped on my legs, I was in a bit of a fight with Gregg & co. It was pretty crazy and it ain't like me to be involved in that sort of thing. Unfortuantly when I went to visit Gregg it was to late and he was dead."
Chase put the gun back.
"I gotta dispose of it if the cops catch me with this I dread to think what will happen."
Chase saw Mark fiddling with something "What's that?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 11:42 pm
As mark listens to the kid talk, he still is a bit unsure about whether to trust him or not since he has had recent encounters like this that end up being with undercover popos. "oh its nothing, just some usless film that never got developed from when i was a kid. my... ugh... my momma gave it to me when i left home. she said it might be useful to finally get it developed if i get stressed or anything." Hoping as he says this that you didnt notice my brief pause as i stumbled over my words as he pockets the canister, and goes to zip the duffel bag back up realizing part of his brothers old 9mm piece was just barely sticking out.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 9:24 am
"Hey mate you make some lies, but don't worry I wouldn't trust a gun with a gun, or would I? Anyway, so what do they call you?"
Chase saw the kid didn't want to talk about it, the pause way a blaintent give away but he thought he just let him know he knew but leave it at that, if he didn't want to talk it wasn't his place to try and make him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 11:44 am
Seeming more comfortable about this guy he felt it was ight to tell the guy his name. "they call me shifty. what bout you?" Zipping up the rest of the bag mark pulls it closer to him, he still was not flly sure bout the guy, but if he was an undercover popo he sure wasnt a rookie. he knew this from the fact that most rookie would have pounced on his a** when they saw that piece. "oh and by the way, it aint loaded. i just keep it cause it was my bros." as he said this he had been hoping that again if somehow this guy was a popo then the bullshit he just passed on was believed and he would not be considered a person of interest by any uc's.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 9:57 am
"They call me Chase." He smiled at Shifty slightly.
He coughed, clearing his throat in preparation for the next thing he was going to say.
"Oh, what happened to your bro?" Chase seemed to go a little quiet.
He kept ajusting his coat, he didn't know what the answer was but personal questions he wasn't good with.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 7:34 pm
As mark shoves his hand back in his pocket, and fiddles with the canister he had just put in it, he mumbles softly all the while his voice fading in and out, "killed... he was killed cause he was tryin to save me... i was 6... my bro was 17... i told my pops... i didnt wanna be bad... told him i wasnt gunna be blood... he lunged... at me with a knife... my bro jumped him before my pops could touch me... my pops was so shocked... he stepped back... my bro was the... only one who always listened... he was the worst of the whole set... cept for my pops... who had just killed his righthand man... and his favorite son... now he was left with me... while my bro was layin on the ground dyin he gave me... he gave me that piece... told me to run... get the ******** out... never come back... i ran off... but as found and brought back home... im at this stupid school so that i can fake cleanin up my act... as soon as im out... hes dead... then i dont care bout life in jail... as long as he dies... hes suffered the loss of his... 'only son'... long enough... now its almost time for me to end my sufferin..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 10:09 am
Chase looked sort of shocked.
"Um...well to be honest that is a bit of a subject I'm not good at." While talking he kepted touching the gun. The memory was haunting him already.
"I don't think I could ever understand what you feel like... so I'm gona change the subject as I feel awkard on that one. So, what you into? Shooting hoops, mixing a bit of music, dancing or what?"
Chase stood up.
"My mate likes a bit of singing, Lucas, you might know him?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 10:40 am
"oh yea, sorry bout that... actually i pretty much like everythin yo just said... back home i as the bball captain... im also a DJ/MJ and a break dancer at the club i work... or i should say worked at... what bout you?" he asked standing up himself, while slinging the duffelbag over his sholder.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 2:02 pm
Brett walks down to where he saw the figures. He is holding a pistol cautiosly.When he discoverd that it was chase and mark he put the gun back.
"Why does it feel so tense down here?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
