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Post by Darcy on Nov 24, 2011 18:38:52 GMT -5
Mat was once again up in that part of the neighborhood, escaping his gangs bull shit.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 24, 2011 18:43:37 GMT -5
Raylene was being dragged out by her aunt for shopping because all her clothes were "too poor" for her. Her parents had left for a week, leaving her grandmother and two trouble-making cousins to stay with her. Her cousins were currently in charge of taking care of the baby, not that Raylene wanted them anywhere near her baby brother.
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Post by Darcy on Nov 24, 2011 18:48:45 GMT -5
Mat was sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 24, 2011 18:49:49 GMT -5
Raylene was dragged around by her aunt for a while before she eventually ditched her and ran off.
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Post by Darcy on Nov 24, 2011 18:50:37 GMT -5
Mat sighed, a just smoked, trying to relieve himself from the stress of his job.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 24, 2011 18:55:12 GMT -5
Raylene slowed down once she was far enough away and saw three drunks starting to tail her. Raylene started to walk slightly faster, only to hear heavy footsteps a moment later. Her heart stopped beating momentarily and she took off, running as fast as she could.
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Post by Darcy on Nov 24, 2011 18:56:52 GMT -5
Mat sighed.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 24, 2011 18:57:57 GMT -5
Raylene ran into an alley to try and make a fast escape only to find that she hit a dead end. Her adrenaline kicked up and her heart started beating faster when she spun around.
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Post by Darcy on Nov 24, 2011 19:01:43 GMT -5
Mat saw her, and then her pursuers, and jumped up, quickly extinguishing his cigarette, he figured he may as well save her, and so he stepped up to the drunks, and stated, "That is a classy lady, sirs, is this how you treat all classy ladys?"
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 24, 2011 19:04:21 GMT -5
The drunks laughed. "Classy? Doesn't look it!" one of them slurred, still advancing. Raylene saw him and felt slight relief but continued backing up.
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Post by Darcy on Nov 24, 2011 19:07:57 GMT -5
Mat drew his gun "Now guys, im a sensible man."
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 24, 2011 19:10:25 GMT -5
"Look, kid, why don you jusss run along?" another one of them slurred, attempting to grab Raylene's arm. Raylene ducked behind a stack of crates as a quick cover.
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Post by Darcy on Nov 24, 2011 19:11:53 GMT -5
Mat stepped in front of her "Are you sure you want to say that to me, because i will pack you're brain full of led so fast."
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 24, 2011 19:13:34 GMT -5
The drunks laughed, obviously not believing it. Raylene watched over Mat's shoulder as they kept walking forwards.
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Post by Darcy on Nov 24, 2011 19:16:35 GMT -5
Mat cocked his gun,
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