So bored! Sam thought as she ripped her cellphone out of her pocket. Come here. She texted to Genna, not bothering to see who she really texted to. She rolled over and groaned into a pillow, to bored to do anything else.
Appearance: Dressed in joggers and Brown GAP hoody. Short blond hair, extremely short. Greeny yellow eyes, glassed up. Carries a rucksack.
Personallity: Cunning, flirty, hateful. Smarter than his test scores show. Persausive. Tough
History: Nothing amazing dropped out, now sells drugs.
Other:Drug Dealer
Besting the fence, he smiled shaking his bag eagerly, it was time to cause some beautiful chaos. He wasn't invited, but that didn't stop him. Sauntering over he saw someone nearby holding aa gun to his head. Replacing smirk with fake concern he advanced over, "Hey, kid. Sure it isn't that bad."
Alarm crept into the young guy face, "Huh, where you come from?"
"Oh here there and everywhere. I've a propersition, you seem the lonely type. What if I say, I could get ya laid?"
Gradually a curious look appeared in the guy face, "Kurimi... and I doubt you could do that, I'm a hopless case."
Totally ignoring the boy, "Uh huh." He dug around in his backpack.
"Ah, found it!"
Handing the pill over he smiled genuinely,. "I swear you'll get laid if ya take it."
Walking off he looked back and saw him swallow, "heheh, that ectasy would liven this party. Now for next victim."
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
Clari, He'd made up a nickname for me. I liked it too, I was always being called Clare but Clari was sort of more fun sounding.
"Yeah, we're good friends. Why, Jealous?" I giggled playfully.
He smiled and said, "No, I was just wondering." He kissed me again.
**LunaBuna do you want Clarissa to get the text?**
Some say laughing is the best medicine but what do you do when you can't laugh anymore?
Multiple personalities are just good social skills.
Sam shot her head up, looking at Tyler. "No," she growled, throwing her head back down on the pillow. "Didn't mean to send you that. Sorry. It was meant for Genna. She gets on my nerves and always gets in Clare's way." She mumbled into the pillow. She also gets in my way. She thought guiltily.
*Some of my posts are getting confusing with all the hussle So this is my new post*
Kyle ran up to clari.
"Hey Clari...." Kyle said...
He was going to do it.
He wasn't going to be thrown into any pool naked.
"How would you like to spend 30 minutes in heaven?" Kyle said with a grin.
Admiring his handiwork he looked around. The brilliant thing about Suburban houses is the Gardens if needed he could hide somewhere.
It was a beautiful night, so calm, kinda hilarious that within a few hours all hell would break loose.
Calmly he ambled over towards the front door, without further a do, he rang the door bell.
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
Sam sighed and stood up. "No, It doesn't matter anymore," she walked over to him and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his head closer, and kissed him roughly. She pulled away and took a deep breath. "Much better," she smiled and walked downstairs, leaving Ty standing in her doorway.
Waiting he looked around, a swimming pool a greenhouse, garage, probably big fancy car. It wasn't easy to see much else. While he thought about this the door swung open, "Hello... come on in... Huh..."
"Erm... I've a feeling I've seen you, but can't think where, Well come in, sure you can still get your chance."
Robbie nodded, "I suggest getting some music playing, the game isn't enough."
The girl lip waivered nervously, You sure I don't know you?"
Shaking his head he added, "I'll get the party started!"
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We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
Sam looked at Kurimi. He definately looked stoned. "Uh, hey Kuri. You okay?" She looked at him hard. He's drugged, obviously. She thought as Kurimi nodded slowly and his eyes drooped.