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High-functioning Marshmallow
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 Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 9:22 pm
- - - -  The teenage boy rubbed his shoulders as he walked back from the gym at his school, body damp from a quick run in the showers, and legs dragging as a result of the rigorous training. His coach had been rather.. brutal that day, the football team having lost yet another game to some south school whatever. Jacob was irritated about it before, but, after running thirty laps? Oh, it was certainly enough to cool his head off. He actually had a nice glow about him, even if he was dead tired - so, it was with some kind of pep that he waved his teammates off and started his trek back home through the streets. It was getting close to evening and, as a result, the sky grew dark, which may have frightened him if he were, say, some wimpy chick. But, Jacob was a strong guy! He didn't have any fear of muggers or whatever, so he didn't hesitate to take a couple of shortcuts through the alleys.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 9:36 pm
 ::...Kye...:: As soon as the sound of sirens were heard amongst the streets, Kye knew that was his Que to pack up and head off. Fast. Shoving his spray cans into his bag, he zipped it up, and slipped it onto his back then took off. The sound of the sirens only pumping his adrenaline to the limit. Running into an intersection he saw a police car skid around the corner right in front of him making him come to a complete stop before he could get hit. Sonofa-! Before finishing the curse in his mind, he took off down the streets again, dodging people and jumping garbage cans. Some he actually grabbed and threw into the streets to slow down the car. Rounding a corner, he quickly slipped into an alley way hoping he'd lose the cop but he didn't pay attention to where he was going and ended up running straight into something hard landing back on his butt with an oof! as his blue glasses flew off and onto the ground from the impact. His backpack filled with spray cans not making his landing anymore comfier either.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 10:10 pm
There had been several alleys before any sort of issue had come up with Jacob's route. That issue, it seemed, was a rushing pipsqueak ramming into his chest and rebounding onto the ground. It took every ounce of Jacob's already weakened strength for him not to fall down too, his nose crinkling automatically as he sent a heated stare down at the moron. "HEY! Watch where you're goddamned - oh." He stopped his speech and cleared his throat, realizing a second after he started that the guy looked.. well, he didn't look like he wanted to attack him. Actually, the kid looked pretty pathetic. "Uh, sorry - didn't expect anyone to.." His eyes caught sight of the spilled bag and he hurriedly knelt, "Let me help you out with that. But, dude, you really - what?" Once again, Jacob lost coherency as he realized just what he was picking up. Spray.. cans..? And the kid was running.. ..Oh, hell. "Man! You're a tagger? Oh, God, and you're running from the damned cops, aren't you?" Damn it - Jacob was actually having a pretty nice day too.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 10:23 pm
::...Kye...:: Kye was in the middle of rubbing his lower back, cursing under his breath from the way he landed on his stuff. Not hearing the other person talking to him until he saw that said person kneeling in front of him picking up his cans. Who the hell was this guy? He couldn't help but keep a small glare aimed at him. His eyes only narrowing as the guy called him a tagger and for some reason sounded panicked? Why the hell was HE worried! Not like the cops were after him! "Che! What's it to you?" he snapped pushing himself up and grabbing his things rather roughly. Hearing the sirens right behind him, he knew the cops stopped and were looking for him in the alley. "Hey you there!" s**t! Kye quickly sweep ed up his glasses putting them back on and throwing his bag over his back before running past the guy he ran into, pretty much pushing him out of the way to run off again.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 10:51 pm
What was it to him?! Jacob was in an alleyway with some punk! Goddamned rebellious kids! His coach would kill him if he was caught hanging out with someone as low as that! Panic almost overtook him as he stood there, his eyes widening with the flash of lights and the voice of an older man, "Oh, hell - NO!" He finished with a quick turn as the guy grabbed his junk and ran off - what?! He was just going to leave him here?! Alone? Who was he kidding?! He narrowed his eyes and, without hesitating, he hightailed it after the guy as fast as he could. Which was a pretty good speed, even with how worn out he was from practice. "HEY!" He called in an effort to get the guy to stop, but, knowing full well that wouldn't work, he snatched the kid by the arm and yanked him into yet another alley a short ways away. He pushed him against the brick wall of some restaurant and, after catching his breath, shot him a glare. "Dude, messed up. You don't leave me to face your freaking cops." He took another breath, "You're gonna go back there, turn yourself in for whatever bullshit you pulled, and own up."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 12:16 am
::...Kye...:: Kye was running as fast as he could, ignoring both yells from the cop and random guy he ran into and left behind. Not like the cops were after him so what was the problem with leaving him behind with them? Surely, that question was soon answered with his arm getting grabbed and him ending up slammed against another wall of yet another alley. Breathing heavily himself, he looked up at the person holding him there which was- him again?! Why'd this guy even chase him? Who was he anyway? "You wouldn't be in any trouble if you didn't run from them smartass." he argued, clenching his teeth at the next thing he heard. "What makes you think i'm going to go back there to them?! I haven't done anything wrong!" at least the way he saw it, he didn't do anything bad. Not like he robbed anyone, killed someone, kicked an 'effin puppy! None of that! He was simply 'drawing' on some walls within the large city.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 7:54 pm
Oh, God, he had to get the smartass. Why couldn't he have faced one of those stupid knifers or the sort to try to punch him? He had no reason to hurt this kid if he was just spouting bullshit words out at him! He stared at him unamused and not just a little irate as he 'tried' to 'talk' his way out of it. But the kid had to be insane to think that that sort of speech would get him out of any s**t. He snapped back, "I can't risk getting caught." Unlike this little punk. If he was wasting his time running around committing crimes, there's no way he could have anything at risk. Only careless brats did that kind of junk! "If you didn't do anything wrong, you wouldn't have a problem going back and telling them that, would you?" He pointed out as he took a tight grip to the other's arm and started to turn him back towards there streets, where the cops were certainly looking for him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 9:57 pm
::...Kye...:: Why did this guy even care about all this? "You're not gonna get caught if you don't go back to them. Well at least not go back with me next to you." he said growing irritated from this whole situation. Honestly, if he hadn't run into this guy in the first place, everything would've gone smoothly as usual and he would've been home by now, watching TV while eating a nice warm meal. Karma can be a royal b***h to him at times. What's worse now is that he's getting pushed back towards the cops! What the hell?! No way was that gonna happen, at least he wasn't gonna make it that easy! Planting his feet hard to the ground, he pushed back on this guy, hopefully making this whole effort a lot harder for him so that maybe he'd have enough time to explain himself, "I would have a problem with that seeing as to how they've already caught me in that act before! Listen, i haven't done anything wrong, i swear." his tone toning down from his explosive anger he held a few moments ago, though still sounding quite annoyed, "I can show you what i did and then you can accuse me for whatever the hell you want." he finished.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 10:38 pm
Well, of course, he could have just let it all be, but Jacob was too.. Jacob to do that! What could he say? His parents had raised him to do the right thing no matter what! And the right thing in this situation was to teach the kid a lesson so he wouldn't do it again! He didn't hesitate with the guy's reasoning, ignoring him until he was met with sudden resistance. Rather than fight back - like he was praying he would - he had planted his feet to the ground like some stubborn toddler. The boy's brows creased with a classic, 'Really?' look thrown at the other, but he did stop his tugging long enough to listen to the kid. He couldn't help himself - it was obvious he was trying to be as polite as an annoying, stupid punk could be and.. it sounded like he was being honest. Kinda. He frowned - well. He had the kid's face memorized and he was sure he wasn't going to try to stab him or anything at this point, so.. He guessed making sure this was the right thing would be better than just assuming. He loosened his grip and gave him a cautious look, "..'Kay. Show me what you did and I'll decide what's right or wrong about it." He kept a hold on the other, not wanting him to run away, but allowing him enough space to comfortably lead him wherever.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 2:59 am
::...Kye...:: Whoa what? He honestly couldn't believe this guy was actually listening to him. No one has ever really taken his word for anything....this was weird. Though, he was still annoyed at the fact that this guy wasn't letting him go. Growling a bit he tried tugging his arm away, "Can you at least stop touching me goody-two-shoes?" he tried asking nicely, but knowing that that wasn't gonna happen anytime soon. This really sucks. Adjusting his backpack he began his trail to one of his closest work he had done, sticking to the alley ways so to avoid any police that might be out and about. But there was one tiny little problem. They needed to jump a fence to get to it. No way was he gonna risk getting spotted again. So either it was going over, oooor punching this guy in the gut and make a run for it. Jesus, i wish i could do the second, but his grip is kinda hard on me. Glancing at his arm he knew that this guy would probably keep his grip on him and somehow manage to make his whole plan backfire. Daaaammnniiiit. "Hey. We need to go over this fence." he said nodding over to that said obstacle. "Think you can do it?" The fence was rather high. Taller than both of them actually and the top wasn't exactly a smooth texture. Get caught on that and either your pants will stay up there or you'll get a nasty cut, scratch that, A LOT of cuts. Plus side is; there is a big dumpster and a metal stair railing just above it connected to the many rooms of this apartment building. "I'm not going around. This is my shortcut." if this guy trusted his word, for whatever reason gave him the sanity to do that, then he could probably show him how to go over it. It all comes down to actually being let go though.
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