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Post by Erinn on Apr 19, 2009 10:53:51 GMT -5
With her overly large sunglasses protecting her eyes and her many bracelets lightly clinking together on her wrists, Amanda Aldo walked down the dangerous street toward her home after a rare day of freedom and shopping.
How she'd manage to convince her dad to let her go alone was a mystery to even her but whatever she did, it had worked. It seemed as though Amanda was tempting fate, walking through streets not controlled by her father. Something was bad was bound to happen to her.
Still, the day seemed peaceful and no one seemed to notice the young woman, yet.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 16, 2011 21:28:19 GMT -5
The girl was noticed the minute she walked on Paw territory. She was obviously trespassing on a rival gang's turf. A sentry spotted her and phoned the Boss. The conversation was short and concise, as the gaurd had been trained. At the other end of the line, the Boss listened to the quick message and soon hung up. He hadn't said anything. He didn't need to. Boss stood up from the Post, a high-backed leather chair that Boss frequented, and lumbered into his boss Dirk's room. He gave a status report. "We have a tresspasser on the northeastern wall. She is a blond teenager, slight build, minimum priority level." Oooooh, thought Dirk, She's goin' down. "What did I tell you about our new no-tolerance policy? Shoot the bitch! No, better yet," said Dirk, getting an idea, "I will." He stood up and grabbed his trusty twin revolvers, placing them in his nifty hip holsters. Boss raised an eyebrow at this. “Are you sure that’s such a good idea?” Dirk stared at the bigger man. “Smoking hot twins are always good. Especially when they’re revolvers,” he added over his back as he walked out of the room. This can't be good... Boss thought, shaking his head.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 16, 2011 22:50:52 GMT -5
Amanda sniffed the air and looked around at the nearby buildings. She knew she was tempting fate and was starting to realize just how much trouble she was putting herself in. She couldn't see anyone but she knew that she was being watched. Giving a little wave to the area around her she continued walking. "Nothing is ruining this day for me." she promised herself under her breath. She was not in the mood to deal with gang members. She kept her bags of clothes and accessories close to her so that if she had to run, she wouldn't have to drop them.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 16, 2011 23:03:02 GMT -5
When the girl waved, the sentry was sure the girl had seen him, but apparently she hadn't, because she continued walking. He shook his head. What an idiot girl, he thought. See you in hell, bitch. Meanwhile, a few blocks away, a very big man and a very small man got out of a car and onto the deserted streets. It was the Boss and Dirk. "You ain't gonna kill 'er, are you, sir?" sighed the butler. "I'll do as I see fit," was all Dirk had to say about that. "Now you go do your part of the plan." "Yessir," the Boss grumbled. He walked down the street, hugging the walls, peering around corners, until he saw the girl that the sentry reported. "Here goes," he murmured dejectedly to himself. He crossed the street right in front of the girl. A newspaper blew past like a tumbleweed. How very like a western movie, the Boss thought. How very fitting.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 16, 2011 23:29:16 GMT -5
Amanda halted for a moment, looking curiously at the man that walked out. Her sunglasses hid the flash of concern that she felt. She kept walking, feeling her stomach being to twist slightly. The girl bounced on her toes slightly as her body fought the urge to shift and take off running. She knew from expirence that suddenly running was a surefire way to get killed. So she continued to walk again though now she was on the lookout for danger.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 16, 2011 23:37:52 GMT -5
*CLICK* *CLICK* "Better freeze, miss." Dirk pointed his signature twin revolvers at the back of the girl's head. Boss stopped in the middle of the road in front of her and raised a hand in a *stop* motion. "You might want to do what he says, ma'am."
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Post by Erinn on Jan 16, 2011 23:51:32 GMT -5
Amanda sighed softly at the familiar sound of a revolver. She did stop walking and turned around slowly, a charming smiling lighting up her normally cold features. "Look, I'm just trying to get home. You let me just keep on walking and you'll never have to see me again." she said sweetly.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 16, 2011 23:58:11 GMT -5
"Oh, I don't think so," replied Dirk. "See, this is Jane," he said, shaking his left revolver for a moment, "and this is Jill," shaking his right revolver. "They would very much like to meet you, girly. Are you ready to meet them?" He cocked his head to the side, giving her a big grin. Suddenly there came a shout from one of the nearest windows. "Boss! Dirk, sir! Don't do it! Don't shoot her!" Dirk looked up at the sentry. "Why shouldn't I? You better tell me what's stopping me from capping this bitch for blatant trespassing on Paw territory and then you for being an idiot?" He aimed Jane at the sentry. "Be-be-be-because-" the sentry stammered, "That's the Swich-Blood 's pricks' brat!" Dirk's eyes widened. "Oh, is she?" he whispered.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 15:47:09 GMT -5
Amanda moved her bags to one hand and used the free one to move her sunglasses to rest on top of her head. She had her father's eyes. "First off, I'm not a bitch or a brat so you better quit with that juvenile name calling. Secondly, I wasn't trespassing, this street just so happend to be the fastest way back to my place from the mall, it's not like I intentionally was wandering around just for the fun of it. Now, I'm running late as it is so as much fun as this is, I think I'm going to be going home now." she told him, her voice full of authority. Her sunglasses fell back to hide her face once again.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 16:06:31 GMT -5
"You ain't goin' nowhere," repeated Dirk, leveling his revolvers at the girl. Boss ran up behind the girl with surprising speed for such a large man. He grabbed her and placed himself between the two. "Dirk, this really isn't such a good idea," Boss called over his shoulder. "Trial! Get down here, you damn sentry, and hold the girl while I have a chat with Dirk!" "Yes, Boss," replied the sentry, putting down his stuff and going out the fire escape. A few moments later, Boss and Dirk had their backs to the sentry and Amanda. Trial had a knife to her throat and was holding her from behind. "Sorry about all this, miss," he said, being completely honest, "I'm just following orders. Nothing personal."
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 16:16:51 GMT -5
Despite her glasses hiding half her face Amanda clearly had the look of someone who didn't have the time or patience for such bullshit. "Don't worry about it, I understand completely." she muttered out to the guy holding her. Her focus was on the two men infront of her and she watched them like a hawk from behind the tinted glass.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 16:34:22 GMT -5
Trial felt very weird about this. He had been just a normal guy until just a few months ago when he moved to that part of town that most people try to avoid when driving home. Now look where he is. "Those look heavy," the sentry said, referring to her bags. "May I take those for you? I hate to see a lady like you carrying such a heavy load." Boss was pissed. "Are you out of your bloody mind? Why the hell would you want to cap Mister Aldo's daughter? We have good relations with them!" Dirk wasn't quite as angered. He seemed to be having a good time. "She should know the rules better than the average Joe," Dirk chuckled. "More reason to kill her." "No!" Boss thundered. "If we kill her, who pays?" "Her dad?" Dirk guessed. "No! No, no, no! We do! Mister Aldo has a bigger gang than us!" Dirk sighed. "I suppose you're right," he shrugged. "Now, I'm telling you this as a freind, a colleague, and business manager, we gotta let this girl go," Boss rumbled, calmer now. "Oh, no, we can't do that," Dirk replied with a glint in his eye.
((Does her dad have a name?))
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 16:41:31 GMT -5
"The bags aren't heavy at all. Thanks, but no thanks." Amanda liked being able to carry her own bags. Usually when she went out she had people to carry her bags for her, at her father's insistance. "Besides, having you hold my bags and the knife at my throat just seems like a bad idea. You gotta leave me some way to defend myself."
((Micah, though he usually just goes by his last name))
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 17:19:29 GMT -5
Smart girl, thought the sentry. He hoped she really understood that this wasn't his idea. Then again, it is sortof my fault... Dirk turned to the sentry and the girl. "Trial! Bring the girl along! She's coming with us back to HQ!" Boss shook his head again and trudged along behind Dirk. I've got a bad feeling about this...
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 17:28:07 GMT -5
"Like hell I am." she growled, planting her feet firmly on the ground. She wasn't sure if she would be able to shift if she needed to, since her arms were being held back but that was a risk she'd be willing to take. "I'm not going anywhere with you." she spat at the short, orange haired, trigger happy man who was apparently incharge.
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