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Lucifer ze Headless Teddy Captain
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 Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 5:06 pm
Rules: Add a sentence (or more) to the story developed by the previous posts. Try to keep it at least PG-13. I don't want to censor anything, kay?
You can introduce new characters or use your avas, which ever you prefer.
Now lets have fun!
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 5:38 pm
All she wanted was a pack of gum, just some minty freshness to give her a good clean feeling. As for the no matter what, Luci didn't think that would involve being stuck in a robbery hold-up.
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Lucifer ze Headless Teddy Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 9:56 am
Thais wrestled the car into park and wiped his damp palms on the front of his trench coat. He slid the long digits into a pair of leather gloves and donned a pair of massive sunglasses. With the red bandana caging the slick chocolate animal that pretended to be hair, he thought he looked slightly dashing. For a future criminal, anyways. Thais gave himself a roguish, goateed grin in the mirror just for a laugh
A few deep breaths later, he double checked his 9mm- safety off, loaded to full with blanks- before shoving it into his pocket and buttoning up his coat. He swung out of the idling junker and strolled casually into the convenience store.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 7:49 am
It was just a matter of being In the wrong place at the wrong time. People read about these events in newspapers, but this was right in front of me.
Pixie opened up the register to help her costumer. The night was dull and she hated working the graveyard shift, but like most unfortunate souls she needed the cash. However, it did puzzle her that this particular customer would only purchase a small pack of gum so late at night. people these days, what are they smoking?
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Lucifer ze Headless Teddy Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 2:34 pm
It was because nothing is rounded, Luci was convinced. Why not make a pack of gum a dollar? Why does it have to be ninty-five cents?
"I know I have a nickel in here..." Between the awkward searching of the chain purse and the drumming of the cashier's fingers, poor Luci didn't notice the man that was standing behind her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 11:52 am
This is one of those situations when time gets real mellow and you feel like you're in the slowmotion part of a movie. Donna (the cashier) took in everything in her surroundings. Donna saw the man behind the bubble gum fiend. He was wearing a dark trench coat, but it was july and there is absalutely no rain in L.A. in the summer seasons. Usually just a bit of fog before noon, but that doesn't require a heavy duty trenchcoat. His hair was slicked back and decorated with a red bandana. Gangster, great. Donna thought to herself. Donna tried to convince herself he was just a tweaker picking up some smokes, but she had to admit he was a bit hansome in his own little thug way. Tweakers never look good. Which meant one thing, Donna was gonna be held up tonight and all she can do is pray this hoodlum doesn't have a loaded weapon.
As he approached he looked smug, so confident. s**t just what I needed. He wasn't looking around for beer or dirty magazines. He just stood deviously behind the customer I was serving and I sure hope she never finds that ******** nickel.
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