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Post by D on Sept 14, 2006 19:19:23 GMT -5
Jillian had fallen asleep on her bed, but she was shot up awake. She was sweating and she looked around her room. "Honey, what's wrong?" She looked up at him and took deep breaths. "Nothing...I just had a bad dream.." "Tell me what happen." He said getting up and into a sitting position. "Shane, I was sitting at a funeral...I saw my Jordan and Amanda..." He stopped her from saying anymore. "Jay said they would be okay...don't worry." Shane told her and she looked at him. "You were still awake?" She asked and he nodded. "I told you I would never sleep before you."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Sept 14, 2006 23:04:09 GMT -5
"g-o-o-g-l-e... okay... Sola Valance, waitress, singer, BLAH BLAH BLAH!" same crap over and over again, never anything useful... "Rodriguez! tail this woman, starting tomorrow, I want to know her driving route, her car model, everything!" "This her address?" "home, work, and closest relatives. Take your pick." "'aight homie, tonight?" "start tomorrow, early mornin'." "Kay boss." +--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+ A door opened and a young woman walked towards a small red car. "Still not 'er...' He was crouched down beside a curb, smoking, waiting for the lady in the picture. a black cat walked by, He flicked the stub of a cigarette in it's direction, and it ran off. "Damn..." he looked into the empty carton and tossed that into the street as well. Scratching his arm and yawning, he very slowly eased his way to his feet, and backpedaled, until he could lean on the chainlink fence behind him. "This i' gonna be a looooong day..."
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Post by B on May 6, 2007 23:06:33 GMT -5
The man with the trench coat smiled as he peered down an emergency stairwell. 'So that must be one of his men. Odd that the lacky didn't lie..' The man thought to himself as he tossed a brick in his hound up and caught it then he repeated once more before lunging it down the side and into the head of the henchman below. As the man was obviously stunned the mysterious male hopped from the side and landed with a large shout of his boots as they banged against the concrete. Wasting no time, the man grabbed the henchman and put a gun to his head. "Well hello. You might happen to know a... Johnathan Wimbleton?" He asked or more commanded with a serpant's tone.
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Post by D on May 6, 2007 23:32:16 GMT -5
Screech! Beeeeeeep!
Jillian opened her eyes to the rude awakening and noticed that she was in her own car. How she got into the care, she didn't know and didn't really care. She was just tired and wanted a nice place to sleep. Ah, her car was the best place to doze off and drift to sleep. It had comfy seats, that were just perfect for snoozing off some Z's. She sure was smart to take /her/ car to work.
"Hey! Will you move it?!" A man shouted at her, while tapping on the driver's side window."Eh? Can I help you?" She asked, rolling down her window. "The light says GREEN!" Jillian switched her attention to the light and shrugged. "No, it's not green, it's red..." The man continued to shout at her, and she only looked at him as if she didn't do anything wrong. "Now, it's green...Nice talking with you!"
With that she drove off, passing some stores and some apartments. Jillian suddenly pushed the break pedal, and stopped. Was there a gang fight or something? Two men seemed to be in a fight, one had a gun, and the other was up against a fence. She shook her head trying to shake off her drowziness. This obviously wasn't right and from all her worrying she picked up her phone, and dialed the emergency number, 911.
"Astro street..."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on May 7, 2007 0:04:20 GMT -5
Still dazed from the blow to his head, Rodriguez tried to squirm out of the stranger's grasp, only to receive another courtesy of the gun barrel. "Well hello. You might happen to know a... Johnathan Wimbleton?" "Never 'eard of 'im essey..." another nice thump sobered him up a little bit.some lady on a cell phone drove by, and the stranger looked in the same direction he did. Shoving the stranger aside, Rodriguez took of running. Sirens started screeching, and He only ran faster. leaping over a flower pot, He began climbing a sound barrier. Rodriguez began to swing one leg over the brick, but he was slammed down back onto the concrete. "I said 'You might happen to know a... Johnathan Wimbleton?'. Are you going to answer?" a serpentine voice hissed. The gun was now firmly pressed into his brow. "the- he's at 15th and Davidson! Don't- Don' kill me!" That made a smirk register on the stranger's face. "I won't. thanks." He dragged Rodriguez to the other side of the freeway overpass, and with a little work, tossed him over, into the traffic. "Good thing rush hour isn't for a couple hours...give the lackey time to sit there and relax..."
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Post by B on May 7, 2007 0:11:17 GMT -5
Feeling accomplished, the man rubbed a hand over his mouth to cease the smirk. He looked over and saw the girl who had screetched to a stop to call the cops. She was about to high tail it but he walked over and wagged his finger. The sirens were still a bit off but rapidly approaching but the man didn't seem to rush or panic. He eyed the car and made it known to the girl that if she were to keep going he would fire at her. He now needed a ride, plus he had a witness to deal with so this makes everything much more simple.
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Post by D on May 7, 2007 0:23:05 GMT -5
Jillian put her phone in her pocket and looked at the man. It was still on the call, but before he had came over she had put down the call volume. She didn't turn to at him, and she rolled down the window door. "Is there something you need, Sir?" She asked. She was ready to take a piss in her slacks. Jillian kept her hands on her wheel and didn't turn to look at the man.
'Jay's so going to kill me for this. He's going to resurrect me from the dead and kill me again...He'll be that pissed off at me if I die...So much for a big brother...'
Even if her voice didn't shake, or she didn't sweat, or show anything that could give away that she was afraid, she was scared. She was punishing herself for being the retard who happened to call the police and happened to drive down this street. She worried to much and it got her into this kind of trouble. Shane was right, she shouldn't have worred.
Jordan and Amanda...I guess being the aunt is as much work as being your parent...
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Post by B on May 7, 2007 0:33:52 GMT -5
The man put the gun back in its easily withdrawable holster and withdrew a pack of cigarrettes and took one of the tightly compressed cyllinders and placed it gently between his lips. He lit it calmly and inhaled and exhaled, making sure no smoke got near the woman. He then tipped his hat to her. "Mornin' Ma'am." He said in a calm polite voice. "Would you mind.. Giving me a ride somewhere." He said, half his face veiled by his hat. "I promise you wont regret it." He said and showed signs of an innocent smile placed upon his face. He had the gun, he was in complete control to demand and it was obvious. "Oh and can we hurry this up if you please. I'm running a bit late.."
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Post by D on May 7, 2007 18:11:24 GMT -5
"Mornin' Ma'am." The man had calmly said to her. "Would you mind.. Giving me a ride somewhere?" There was a slight pause as he tipped his hat in a way to cover half his face. "I promise you wont regret it." The man had placed an innocent smile on his face, but Jillian took it for a fake one. She knew that he could just take his gun out and shoot her if she didn't agree. He was just playing with her, but it wasn't like she had much of a choice in all of this. "Oh and can we hurry this up if you please. I'm running a bit late.."
Jillian turned away from him and looked down at her lock button. She pressed it and unlocked the doors. "I don't know where you want to go, you'll have to tell me, and I don't know what's going in around your head, but I thought you would want to be in this car by now." Jillian closed her eyes for a moment and opened them. She turned back to him and spoke louder to him, so he could hear her better, because she had been speaking softly, and so the operator would hear. "They're coming soon...And they won't be happy about you and your gun. Nor will they be happy if something unfortunate happens... From what I've seen, I don't believe the words coming out of your mouth... "
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Post by B on May 7, 2007 18:57:19 GMT -5
The man heard her and smiled as he opened the back door and calmly put on the seat belt. He seemed to be about to speak but yawned first and said. "Excuse me, late night." He chuckled. "This is a bad street, certain protective measures must be taken." He was aware of her whispering not to mention every couple minutes she would make a quick glare downward. "Right then. Go to 15th and Davidson please." The glare in the man's eyes seemed to be one of exact and ambition, he had something in mind. The man then folded his arms, keeping his right hand hidden under the coat where the gun was but made no move to withdraw it. "Can we be easy on the driving too hun? Rushing is a bad idea for someone may get hurt."
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Post by Jo on May 7, 2007 20:36:32 GMT -5
The young lady ahd thanked Miss Garnet for the ride and went inside of her apartment quickly. She brewed herself a cup of chai tea to calm her nerves. Sighing; this had been too long of a night for the young woman. She finished her drink, found some clothes. A few sizes to big, ' Their so comfy' she thought in a child like glee. She grew up just a little to quickly. She actually planned to go to college one day but that seemed to be but a distant dream; she wouldn't be able to pass the horizon any time soon. Taking a long luxurious bubble bath, breathing in the vanilla and lavender arouma's. Sola eventually drained the bath and stepped out with disgust. " I'll have to clean this place tomorrow" she muttered quickly to herself. She lulled herself into a sleeping frenzy.
The alarm clock buzzed, one eye opening slightly to check the time. It way to early for her tastes. " I have have half a mind to throw you through the window" she grumbled to the inanimate object. Rubbing her sore neck the girl slowly rose from the bed and changed. She did minor thing throughout the day. Like buy a loaf of bread and a carton of milk. Then off to put in her meagerly pay check from the night before. By the time all that was done she it was later on in the day. She walked down the street to eyeing a weird thing going on. A man right beside a black SUV. " Wonder whats going on" she said quitely. But in her mind she thought ' Jeeze does everyone in this town own a Suv or something'.
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Post by D on May 7, 2007 23:03:49 GMT -5
Another phone rang and Jillian sighed. She knew who it was. She picked up the cell slowly, and glanced at the man in her back seat. She pressed the green answer button, as she stared at the man. "Jay, I can't get to work on time. Don't worry I'll be there soon..." She paused and awaited for his response. "No, everything's fine... I just fell asleep on the road...No, I didn't ruin the car I got for Christmas...Uh-huh...Mmhm...Ok. Mind if I pick up my favorites? Vanilla and Orange Sherbert. Maybe some chocolate sauce on top, some strawberries, a cherry...Oh and don't forget...the secret red sauce. Yeah, the kids can come." With that, she hung up and looked back at the man through the mirror. "He doesn't know..."
Jillian adjusted the mirror and noticed the girl from the night before. 'She's the singer...My friend said that she's a good one...I wonder why she's all alone...Young girl too.' Jillian turned her eyes away from the mirror and drove away in a haste. Yes, she was afraid and she paid no attention to his, "Can we be easy on the driving too, hun?" The police wouldn't notice much though, because she looked like another woman rushing to get to work. "So we're heading to 15th and Davidson? What's there? Is it the more...well...dangerous parts of Raccoon?" She shook her head at her statement. Dangerous parts? As if Raccoon was safe. Nothing was entirely safe...
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Post by B on May 8, 2007 0:13:02 GMT -5
The man smiled and ignored the speed of the car and her question. "What do you see in life? Is it the work? Perhaps the family? Your own personal gain?" He asked curiously but didn't allow her to answer. "Dont worry, if you be a good samaritan it'll all continue." He laughed at this then laughed again at how stupid he must've sounded. "Loyalty!" He yelled out. "Loyalty is what truely rules this world. There is no self confidence or real leader for someone's always working for another. Why is that? Why dont we all just say 'screw it' and fend for ourselves?" He laughed again. "Mankind is dependant.. But you cannot truely accomplish true happiness until you've learned to fend for yourself." He smirked at her, gray eyes dimly visible in the mirror. "How.. Attatched are you to.. Life?"
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on May 8, 2007 20:22:16 GMT -5
Seven tones rang out, hardly audible through the newly fixed glass windowed door. "The number you have dialed has been temporarily disconnected or is out of service. Please hang up and try your call again." chimed the girl's voice over the recording. "Ugh... where are you?!" the clock struck twelve minutes before. John walked over to his desk and turned the T.V. on. "You are tuned into News Channel Four, your action news headquarters! There is still no leads on the death of the Hispanic man found dead on Canal Street this morning. Police are currently interviewing possible suspects." They flashed a picture of the corpse."Now we are going to Dick Rodgers who is on the scene, Dick?" "Hell-" the screen winked off. "Well... this can't be good..."
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Post by Jo on May 9, 2007 0:55:20 GMT -5
She took out her keys and turned the lock, pushing the door inwards. Stopping only momentarily to check her mail. " Junk, bogus, bills, bills" she muttered before putting the envelopes into her aqua green tote bag. Slowly waking up the stairs, smiling at the little kids playing cops and robbers on the stairwell. Swinging her apartment door, keys jingling as it glided a half an inch above the floor. She got everything together, keys in tote, door closed. A microwavable dinner ... well in the microwave.
She finally noticed the blinking red light from the corner of her eye. She pressed the button on the answering machine. " Sola... it's me. I wanted to tell you that we moved... I'm sorry. I called and wanted to say I shouldn't have let that happen to you. Ii love you. I got a cell, the number is 764-7565. Your mother doesn't know I own one. I'm deeply sorry Sola. Your one and only dad". Her initial look of disappointment turned into a moment of regret and sorrow. A lone tear smoothly slide of her unblemished skin. " I'm sorry too" she whispered.
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