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Post by Melody<3 on Oct 10, 2008 17:22:27 GMT -5
Vaun froze up as the older teen approached him from behind, a chill running up his spine as she spoke., he hated when people came up to him without him seeing. He narrowed his gaze and flicked his gaze up to where the odd girl stood. Great, she looked like another freak. He grunted and rolled his eyes. Just when he thought his day couldn't get any more strange. It was giving him a headache.
"What do you want?" The copper haired boy snapped, his patience wearing thin. He wasn't the best at controlling his temper, but was trying his best. But, there was no time to fool around here. The other girl needed to get help fast or things could get nasty.
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Post by Wafflez on Oct 10, 2008 17:34:12 GMT -5
As Trinket spoke she didn't bother to look at Vaun. "Obviously your having issues that aren't getting resolved. Its not going to help by drawing attention to yourself here in the streets." She frowned, her tattooed face only showing a small coating of motherly-like concern. What the hell possibly could she have done? Keep this up and the police will show... try managing out of that.Suddenly she turned to Vaun with a blank expression, "Pull the stick out of your ass, will ya?"
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lori
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Post by lori on Oct 11, 2008 17:04:39 GMT -5
Lori didn't realize they'd drawn so much attention. Looking around, sure enough, she saw at least four people quickly avert their eyes when she gazed over them. Surely one of them would recognize her and call her parents.. no, she was just being paranoid. Her eyebrows knit together as she observed the argument between the two in front of her. "Hey, guys, knock it off. You're not helping anything by having a shouting match in public."
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Post by Wafflez on Nov 20, 2008 16:37:54 GMT -5
Trinket made a small displeased sound with her lips, shrugging. She seriously didn't need to be here.... The teenager turned on her heel, stalking away. If they wanted a scene, go for it. "Have fun then!" she called back over her shoulder, blending into the crowd.
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Post by Melody<3 on Mar 9, 2009 19:44:35 GMT -5
Vaun bite back a rude comeback as the weird, chick, whatever she was, insulted him. His papa always told him to treat ladies with respect, although he wasn't quite sure if this thing was a 'lady'. Shoving his clenched fists roughly into his large, jacket pocket, and didn't remove the agitated look from his face. Man, today couldn't get any fucking worse. He regretted thinking that now, because he knew that things could and probably would get worse. He started grinding his teeth and just barely listened as the other girl beside him begged them to stop. Pshh, he wasn't even doing anything. And what the hell did she mean they were making a scene? He hadn't said more then two words to the girl before she showed up trying to act cool! She should just mind her own fucking business.
Vaun took a deep breath and let it out in a controlled sigh. He was letting his thoughts run away from him. It would only make him more angry, and that's the last thing he needed to be right now. As the older girl started to talk again, he was beyond relieved to see her walk off. About time she got the point she was just annoying them! He stuck his tongue out at her as she left, and slowly turned back to the girl who was the reason he was in this mess to start with.
"So are you gonna listen to me and go to the hospital or not?" He asked ratherly coldly, his temper flared at the moment. "Cause if you think you'll do better on your own, I'll be happy to leave now," He started to turn, not really giving her a whole lot of time to answer. After what he did for her, she should be begging him to stay.
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Post by lori on Mar 11, 2009 16:19:52 GMT -5
Lori reached for his shoulder. "No-- wait. Is there any way I could forge my identity? Any doctor that I could go to that won't bust me?" That wasn't very convincing. "Here. You know what? I'll pay you. I'll pay you if you can help me, if you're going to be that much of a prick. Because OBVIOUSLY, you have better things to worry about than some rich girl who can't survive on her own without being mugged by three blitzball jocks. Fine." Lori leaned back and sulked against the bench, grasping her injured wrist lightly with the hand that had reached for his shoulder. "I don't even know your name."
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