Soapy Land
Thread Topic: Soapy Land
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(Poor mia)
Ocean glanced the boy up and down, and, then, with a smug look on his face, lied like the devil he was. "Oh, you know, I just wanted to talk to my boyfriend. Kinda hard to when you wont let me talk to him. Now, move, kid."
Rosario stared at the boy, thinking quick, before muttering a soft, "Allington Street." He had seen an advert for a MacDonalds on that street, and, it seemed as good a place as any.
The boy inside the car smile. "I live up that way. It's a bit far, though. Get on in, kid. Jess. Open the door." The back door was opened by a younger boy, of about seven. After a moment of hesitation, Rosario slid in. And then he regretted it when the doors locked, and, he found that there was some sort of child safety thing, because he couldn't unlock them from back there. "Yeah, Daddy's gonna be happy today, then," the boy in the front mused, pressing down on the gas.
(I'm not even sorry.) -
(cries)
Arcelio was pretty quick to catch on to Ocean's antics, and seeing the look on Drake's face, it made him hate the boy even more and tempted him to play along. "Although, if you won't even let Ro's own parents in, I guess you're not letting in boyfriends either."
Drake was blown away, his mouth hanging open. "You're... Both of you! Lying through your teeth! Ro doesn't have a boyfriend!" -
"Why wouldn't he? He's a perfectly good looking kid. I was with him before he got brought home. Guess he didn't talk about me? Huh. Oh, well. I still wanna see him." Ocean leaned forward, yelling, "Ro!" After he received no answer, he turned his attention onto Drake, narrowing his eyes. In a quick little movement, he had pulled a switchblade from his pocket, and had it pressed against the boy's neck. "Step backwards. Slowly."
The boy wasn't really sure of what was going on until they pulled up in front of a dingy house, with a single red light in the corner of the window. Rosario hardly noticed that, though. He was focused on the tall man who came out of the house, opening the door, staring down at him. "He's a bit small, Bray. You could have gotten better.." -
Drake yelped, and jumped backwards, but then raied his hands up and walked back a little slower. "Oh my god, you're all crazy! Okay, he's gone, but he ran off on his own, it wasn't me, I swear."
Arcelio was about to stop Ocean when he heard what Drake said about Rosario's location. "He's gone? He's gone?" -
oh here it comes
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such close
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MUCH POST 350,000
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Ocean frowned, not lowering the knife. "What do you mean he's gone? I swear to God, I'll kill you right now."
The blonde boy shrugged, getting out of the car, kissing the tall man's cheek, before getting the smaller boy out. "He'll be fine, Dad. I'mma take Jess inside and give him a bath. That guy said he'd want him again next week." The msn nodded, still focused on Rosario. "What's your name, kid?" -
Arcelio almost passed out, grabbing the chest of his shirt like a scared old woman. "What the hell? You lost my kid, you're dead you're dead," Arcelio rushed into the house, snatching a house phone up from the coffee table and dialing for his own house.
Drake kept stumbling backwards, though it made Ocean no further away. "I was making breakfast and he went out the window." -
Rayson answered on the first ring, his voice holding a hopeful tone. "Ro?"
Rosario didn't answer for a moment, but, when the man's hand rose up as if he were going to hit him, he popped out a quick, "Rosario." After a prolonged stare, he added his last name, and the man laughed. "The town homos? Well.. I don't care for the life style, but, the money is good. Come on, kid." -
"No, babe, I'm sorry, it's Arcelio," he apologized into the phone. "I took the car out with Ocean but I need you, so I'm going to come by the house and pick you up."
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(I have tacos.)
"Whats going on, Archelio?" His tone had switched to worried way to easily. It was different from then "Oh, Angel has a fever" worried. This was the worried that he had when Rosario was dying.
The boy didn't get a chance to get up and follow him because, before he could to anything, the man was falling to his knees. Rosario saw the spot of red on the white blouse spread, and, looking up, saw a women of Hispanic decent walking towards him. She was dressed in tight fitting blank clothes, and was stuffing a small hang gun that wore a silencer into her purse. Rosario shook his head- His mother was dead. His mother was dead, and had been, for over five years now.
"Rosario?" The way she rolled the r in the Rio part made it click. -
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Arcelio was suddenly glad that the phone had a swirly cord, because it gave him something to grab onto and twirl around his fingers. "Ro's not here anymore," he stated quietly, then quickly added, "He's not dead! I mean, he's not at Drake's house anymore."
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"What? Does the kid know anything? Is Drake there? I swear to God, I'll kill him." Rayson wasn't even threatening. He meant it. If anything happened to his son, he would kill the boy.
Ocean overheard Rayson from the phone, shaking his head. "We're taking him with us. Who knows, maybe Archer wants a new f--- boy. He looks like just.. His.. Type." With each worth, he dug the knife into Drake's cheek, smiling at him.
Meanwhile, Rosario was on his way back to Rayson's house- Sitting in the back seat, squished between a girl his own age, and a child that couldn't have been more than a year old. In the front seats, his mother and, apparently, his step-father sat, talking in hushed whispers. He had told him what his dad had done, but Victory hadn't believed him. She wanted to talk to Rayson for herself- Since, after all, she had thought he was dead for the last eleven years.
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