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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 17:38:25 GMT -5
"Oh, a fiesty one," replied Dirk. "You are coming with us, whether you like it or not."
Boss stepped towards her dangerously. "You better do as he says, or I may have to have Trial here give you a new cheek peircing," he said, pointing a fat finger at her.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 17:45:44 GMT -5
Amanda glared at the men, but it was lost behind her shades. She wouldn't let herself feel intimidated by them. After a few seconds of quick thought the girl relaxed. She'd go along with their little plan for a while since staying out on the street wouldn't help her get home.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 18:16:32 GMT -5
"Gooood," Dirk said, reading her emotions behind the dark shades. "Let's get in the car, missy." They neared the limo that Dirk and Boss arrived in. Dirk got in the backseat first, then Trial pushed the girl in. The sentry followed her in. Boss got the front. "Now aren't we all so cozy?" asked Dirk, grinning from ear to ear.
((sorry, I'm alternating between writing and vaccuming))
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 18:22:16 GMT -5
Amanda huffed when she was pushed into the limo and fixed her clothes before getting settled. Crossing one leg over the other and resting her bags on her lap, she ignored everyone around her. She saw no point in talking to anyone.
((it's alright =]))
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 19:28:27 GMT -5
The rest of the drive went in complete silence. Trial pulled out a pistol and pointed it in the general direction of the girl, but it was just out in a warning sense, nothing more. Boss turned the heat way up and kept driving. Trial wiped the sweat off his brow. It's like the freakin' Savanah...
Eventually they reached a large mansion in the Estate region of town. Boss drove up to the closed gates and groaned. He rolled down the window and leaned out to put in the code in the security thing. The gates rolled slowly open and Boss rolled into the roundabout before the house in a lax fashion. "Get out," Boss said shortly. Trial got out, glad to be back in the cool air. Dirk booted the girl out, then got out himself.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 19:40:04 GMT -5
Amanda scoffed lightly when she caught sight of the mansion. She stumbled slightly when she was kicked out of the vehicle but was able to keep from falling. "This is your headquarters?" she questioned with an eyebrow raised. Why have it so far from the territory? she asked herself as she examined it and the security gate around the property.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 19:49:17 GMT -5
"Yeah," Dirk said gruffly. "Got a problem with that?" Dirk grabbed the girl's hair and put her face inches from his. He bared his teeth, and his oversized canines gleamed. His eyes shone with a certain unnatural madness.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 19:55:37 GMT -5
She regarded him coldly, not reacting to his tight grip on her hair. "Oh no, not at all. No problem at all." she said with mock sweetness. "You wanna let go of me now?"
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 20:03:33 GMT -5
Dirk smacked her across the face, and let go. "Don't you ever, ever back-talk me. Nobody back-talks me." He turned and stalked up the marble stairway to the HQ. That snotty whore is starting to get to me, he thought to himself.
Boss and Trial both flinched when Dirk hit the girl. Then Boss lumbered forward and picked her up, easily tossing her over his great shoulder. Trial followed the giant up the marble stairway with his head hung low. Nobody should hit a girl, he thought to himself. Not ever. Not even Mister Dirk.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 20:10:47 GMT -5
"You asked me a question and I gave you an answer." she spat at him as he walked away. She didn't struggle when she was picked up, too busy fighting back the rogue tears of pain that dared to form in her eyes. Somehow she was able to continue to keep a grip on her bags, even when she was being carried.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 20:26:29 GMT -5
Dirk ignored her. He had a destination in his mind, and not even his own rage was going to stop him.
The Boss lumbered after the angry man. He knew better than to try to talk some sense into Dirk while he was angry.
Trial looked up at the poor girl. He felt really sorry for her. "Maybe I should carry those for you...?" he asked meekly, just barely meeting her gaze.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 20:31:43 GMT -5
It didn't take long for her to fight back the rebel tears. She had a lot of expirence of keeping from crying. Amanda sighed softly and looked over at the guy following behind her. "Again, thanks, but no thanks. What if you get ordered to throw them away or something like that? I'm not really willing to take that chance." Her tone made it clear that she did appreciate the offer.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 20:52:42 GMT -5
Trial looked back down at the floor as he trudged along. Then something occured to him. "What's in your bags that's so important?"
All the members of the party paused at this, but soon continued. "That's right, you have been clinging to those bags rather tightly... What's in the bags, miss?" the Boss questioned in his deep bass voice.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 17, 2011 20:56:46 GMT -5
"Just stuff I got from the mall. Girly things." Amanda answered honestly, knowing that they wouldn't understand why the clothes and other things were so important. She'd bought them with her own money instead of using her dad's. That made them important to her.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 21:04:12 GMT -5
Trial believed her, but the Boss didn't. "I'm sorry, but we'll have to search the bags. If your friend Trial over there has any shred of common decency, you'll see them again."
Trial slumped over. This sucks. I hope she doesn't hate me for this, he thought as he started to reach up to take the bags.
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