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Post by Sean 'Blonde" O'Shea on Sept 27, 2012 14:40:15 GMT -8
Sean ran around the corner, like a jack rabbit, running for his dear life. The eyes of the boy were big. The dust was rising from the ground. He shot his head over his shoulder to see the hulking kid running after him. The big kid behind him was not happy. Sean had tripped and hit him. The stocky boy did not like it. Hell, the fat boy did not know that Sean swiped money out of his pocket. It was a messy job for Sean, but he could not be perfect. His hat went flying off his head. The hat fell on the ground. Sean was a runner, but he knew this kid was going to get him. The best plan was to fake another trip. A wooden door swung open. Sean used that as an opportunity. He slammed his fist, breaking the glass, he yelled in pain, he faked a trip and tumbled off the porch. The idea plan was working like a charm. The porch was an arms reach. He quickly pulled out the pouch he stole, threw it under the porch in a hole.
“You bastard! I am gonna kill you!” the fat bully said. He was like a wall. Big shoulders, a big belly, round jaw that matched his rounded fist. So, the guy was tall, round and fat.
Sean curled up, pulled his hands up over his head. “I-I aaam sorry, sir,” he sounded like a wounded rabbit. His big blue eyes could be seen through his fingers. “It was aaaaa an accident, hhhonest to Ggggod!” the tone he was using like an idiot. The trick was to sound like a wounded two year old kid being punished by his father. |
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Post by Lucy Carlisle on Sept 28, 2012 8:18:31 GMT -8
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[style=border-left: 30px solid #000000; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;][style=padding-left: 12px; color: #d1d1d1;]Gazing up at the cloudless, blue sky, Lucy smiled. Today was a beautiful day, and was the perfect temperature as well. She stood in the middle of the dirt road, ignoring all the hollers and shouts that came her way. Eventually, she did have to head over to the edge of the street, for a swarm of stage-coaches came trampling toward her. Lucy then decided to just go on a stroll. She began meandering along the dirt path, keeping close to the side of the buildings. Yes, today was a good day, peaceful and relaxed.
Suddenly, two boys that seemed about her age came and whipped by her. The larger one knocked her to the ground, almost into a small cactus. Clambering to her feet, Lucy dusted off her light blue skirt. Curiosity overcame her, and she followed the two boys. They led her to a beaten up porch, where the thinner boy was stuttering something she couldn't understand. All of a sudden, something caught her eye. Under the porch, was a gleaming light. It was the sun's rays reflecting off of something. Inching closer, Lucy discovered what it was. It was money. She then realized why they were fighting. The boy under the porch had stolen money from the larger boy.
Stepping up beside the round boy, Lucy snickered. "Alright, now why don't we just get along?" Lucy interrupted. |
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Post by Sean 'Blonde" O'Shea on Sept 28, 2012 18:07:00 GMT -8
The porky size kid bent down, grabbed blond kid's hair, pulled it back, and he stopped when he heard the female. It was trouble. The big boy tightened his jaw, shoved the skinny kid's face in the dirt, “No, we just had a dispute. I got to go, ma'am,” he said. He stood up, patted down his pants, looked at Shea on the ground. The look he gave Shea was a mean look, but the female could not see it, unless, she had super mutant powers to read people's eyes.
Spitting the dirt out of his mouth, Shea was not happy one bit. The money was under the porch. The coins scattered in the dirt. “Iiis hhhe gggone?” he stuttered, which was an act of his. He had lifted his eyebrows up, as his big eyes looked up at the lady. Gosh. She was beautiful. A pretty face. They can be dangerous to drunks. He saw women use there looks to steal from men. In New York, they called them Doves. There were all kinds of thieves in New York City.
Dumb act to follow. He placed his hands on his head. “Mmmmy hhat is ggggone. Mmmmy ppppaws! Hhe gave iit to me!” he sounded upset. That was his cue for her to look around as he looked around. “nnnoooo....Iiii lllove mmmy pppaw!” he threw himself on the ground, to look under the porch. Nobody was watching him as he gathered all coins and bills in his hand, tucked in his hand. “Iiits nnot hhheree,” he said, crawled out under the porch. |
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Post by Lucy Carlisle on Sept 29, 2012 11:53:09 GMT -8
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[style=border-left: 30px solid #000000; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;][style=padding-left: 12px; color: #d1d1d1;]Smiling, Lucy slipped down beside the boy and began to search for his hat. Spotting it over near a small plant, Lucy shuffled over to it and picked it off the ground. As she dusted it off, she spun around to face the boy. "My name is Lucy by the way. Lucy Carlisle." She grinned, eying the boy scrambling under the porch. He was quite handsome, though Lucy wasn't so sure that he would ever fall for her. Besides, she wasn't really looking for love at the moment. "Um, I found your hat." Lucy held out the hat, wiping some extra dust off with her thumb. |
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Post by Sean 'Blonde" O'Shea on Sept 30, 2012 19:20:24 GMT -8
As the female was helping to find his hat, Sean did get the chance to tucked the money in his front pocket. Lucy, that was her name. Lucy was willing to give her name to him. She was lucky he was not the devil or a under taker. He was told by his parents, never give your name out first. You are giving your power away to the other person. Was it old woman's tale? Yep.
Lucy had long legs, she was eying him. “Mmmy hat,” he said. Being nineteen years old, being Irish, he was young looking and handsome. He never saw himself, that way before. “Ttthanks,” he told her. The act playing an idiot had to stay on. “Ttthey ccall mmme, Blonde,” he addressed himself. He took the hat from her, placed it on his head, ran his hand around the rim. “Lllucky hhhhat!”
“III gggot to gggo nnnoow,” he told her. The fat boy was going to be getting it later. Shea was going to be sure he made a visit to fatty. It was a shame he had to leave Lucy. It was better that way, honestly, he was a criminal. He killed many people because he got them back. They got it coming, what they deserved. Lucy was a nice lady, but she should not have fallen for a criminal. Which, all lot of girls do those days.
He nodded his head, “Ttthanks, Luucy, yyyyou nnnice and aaall.”
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