Soap, Anyone?
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Thread Topic: Soap, Anyone?
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"No thank you."
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"Awww, Okay." I frowned, Then Smiled again. "Can I get a gun?"
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"Again, you're an adult." I didn't see how he'd need one; any vampire was stronger than a gun.
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"Cool! I dunno. I've Always wanted like, A pistol." I shrugged. And then I walked over, Smiling my face off, into the gun store. This English... erm... Hick, Waved hello and fixed his plaid hat. I eyed him cautiously, But Y'know, Looked at all the guns and stuff.
Gun stores actually looked pretty cool. The walls were painted Badge and light brown with like, Woods-y stuff painted dover it. -
When Ozzy went into the shop, I hurried down the street. I couldn't take it. Just one person... Like, why not a suicidal emo or something?
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xDDDDD LINDSEY. A SUICIDAL EMO.
I found this nice Webley & Scott .38. A new one or something. I pointed it at my head, and Mr. English Hick screamed, "NOOOOO!!!".
I laughed and told him I was just kidding. But he looked paler than an Irishman.
I decided on Gettin' the .38, and The guy seemed okay with that... so, I guess I was okay with that. -
Well, that's why I'm so pale...
I continued walking. There had to be someone... -
Why are you so pale?
"Anything else?" He asked. I shook my head, And walked out. He looked like he was so tense, He'd break his muscles, But, oh well. (XD) -
I'm, like, half Irish half Scottish.
I stopped. There was someone across the street. Waiting for a bus? There wouldn't be a bus now, would there? Maybe. I didn't know. I walked over slowly. -
Oh. xD
No Lindsey. "Of course. I walk inside a store for TWO MINUTES, and she's off killing homeless people. I better go find her...." -
Yeah. And I don't put on any sunscreen over the summer. My friend says I still look like a ghost...
He glanced at me. I grinned a bit. "Hi." He stared at me.
"What do you want?" -
I blinked, Shoved mah gun in my pocket, and walked around for a while. Hoping to get the chance to scream "LINDSEEEEEY!" very angrily. I mean, It's always something I do wrong. She's, like, Perfect.
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I sighed. I couldn't take it. I grabbed him by the back of his shirt and dragged him into an alley. "Sorry," I muttered, and bit him.
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I heard a yelp, Sighed, facepalmed, and sat down, On the curb. So yelling at her later for this. Then this pain, In my leg. Very sharp pain. Weird. No, no, NOT weird. I put my fingers their. Blood?
And then it came to me. With my gun in my pocket, The trigger must have cought on my button, and I had shot myself, without shooting myself. -
*Caught
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