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Post by Ze on Jun 18, 2006 21:24:32 GMT -5
"but you're not Drake... you're still looking away from me... do you know what that feels like? you're my boyfriend... you're not supposed to do that..."
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Post by Kait on Jun 18, 2006 21:35:09 GMT -5
*Drake turned to look at him again, though rather reluctantly. He wrapped his arms around him, holding him close.*
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Post by Ze on Jun 18, 2006 21:38:03 GMT -5
"you don't have to hold me... I know you don't want to... you'd rather just not look at me..." Wilde just layed there.
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Post by Kait on Jun 18, 2006 21:40:21 GMT -5
"Wilde... stop it... I'm trying to forget it... What more do you want me to do...?"
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Post by Ze on Jun 18, 2006 21:44:21 GMT -5
"I only want you getting jealous if it's serious... ooh someone shoved their hand down my pants... big deal... I didn't like it so it doesnt matter"
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Post by Jess on Jun 18, 2006 21:51:13 GMT -5
A rather loud THUD echoes into the apartment from the door, as well as another softer thud like a body hitting the floor. The wooden door sounds like it splintered as well.
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Post by Kait on Jun 18, 2006 21:58:01 GMT -5
"Wilde, would you stop it?!" *Drake let go of him and quickly got up, running a hand through his hair in frustration as he paced back and forth.* "It is a big deal! Can't you understand that it matters to me, whether you liked it or not? Just because you're used to it, it doesn't make it right. People shouldn't treat you like that. And you shouldn't let them get away with it."
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Post by Ze on Jun 18, 2006 22:00:53 GMT -5
((time to throw in the thud))
"I don't care how others treat me, I just..." he heard the thud and paused.
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Post by Jess on Jun 18, 2006 22:03:13 GMT -5
Male voices were now coming from outside, "Yeh...thats right those f*gs are in here...wanna jus' kick the door down?"
"No you idiot! We don't wanna leave traces y'dig? Plus that crazy b*tch lives here...she'll hear us..."
"We're almost shoutin' stupid she prolly already heard us..."
"Whatever man...les just do this. You got yo piece nig?"
"Yeah...I gots my fire...what 'bout you homes?"
"Puh-lease! I neva' leave home withou' my tac...oh snap...were's my Tech Nine?"
"Pfft...neva' leave home withou' yo piece..."
"Break yoself foo' I brought the wron' piece...snatched my nine instead..."
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Post by Kait on Jun 18, 2006 22:07:09 GMT -5
*Drake frowned, his eyes suddenly blazing. He didn't look at Wilde, heading quickly for the door.* "Get in the closet and stay there... Don't come out no matter what you hear..."
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Post by Ze on Jun 18, 2006 22:10:44 GMT -5
((that was so funny... I mean I like your post Jess... but their speach is hilarious..))
Wilde hesitated, but then got out of bed, wincing slightly, he knew he couldn't help Drake anyway.
So he just pulled on his pants and got in the closet.
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Post by Jess on Jun 18, 2006 22:12:05 GMT -5
As Drake began heading toward the door it burst open, flying off of the hinges and splitting in two as a large boot came crashing through it. One skinny man wearing a wide-brim hate and a trenchcoat walked in, holding a 9mm Automatic Pistol, followed closely by a tall bulky black man wearing a ball cap and carrying a small Sub Machine Gun.
"Yo...break yoself foo'!" The skinny one shouts taking aim at Drake. "We gots them two f*g's righ' here jus' as the boss wanted..." He says into a shiny cell-phone...shiny because its diamond encrusted.
The larger one laughs a bit, walking up to Drake and putting the gun right to his left eye. "Why yo' lookin' at me like that bi***?"
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Post by Ze on Jun 18, 2006 22:18:12 GMT -5
Wilde sighed as he sat in the closet. He wanted to help Drake so much... but he was hurt... he'd just be a sitting duck... not that he wasn't in the closet, he was just a hard to find sitting duck...
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Post by Jess on Jun 18, 2006 22:20:42 GMT -5
"I wish all ou' jobs was easy as this...round up the f*g's bring 'um een, th' boss git's a good look at 'um an' pay's us plenty..." The skinny one with the pistol say,s taking his aim away from Drake and moving around the house. He founds the kitchen easily and roots around, "Daaammmn...hope ya'll don' mind me makin' a san'witch real quick..." He says, pulling out some bread and stuff.
"Yo nig...you can' be eatin' we gots ta find th'other one..."
"Oh nigg* please...that b*tch be hidin' obviously...jus' gotta scare 'im out is all..."
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Post by Kait on Jun 18, 2006 22:32:18 GMT -5
"You're wasting your time... If you're looking for my boyfriend, you're out of luck. We got into a fight yesterday and he hasn't come home..."
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