Soap?
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Thread Topic: Soap?
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Hmm?
kk, give me a second to make a charrie... -
Nothin~
Name: Zoey Petters
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: A pretty happy camper who refuses to let anyone bring her down. She's a cheerleader but not an annoying one who does nothing but complain. She's a big flirt and tends to do her own thing. She has a secreat party side and can be a wild person if you get her intoxicated. -
Name: Petro (pronounced Petch-Ro) Ryan.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Looks: dis Guy right here. He usually wears dark jeans, the same black combat boots (cause they're good for kicking people with xD) and a classic bad boy hoodie. Black and grey are his only colors; that's how he rolls.
Personality: he's kind of the hard shell with a soft center kind of guy. He grew up under rough conditions (hence why he runs away so much) And he'd know more about you than you know about yourself. He's a fighter, an underage drinker at times, and he's hard to be friends with. You have to really stick on him to get him to like you. -
Not it!
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Damn you :P)
Petro walked on the sidewalk. His hood was covering his head, his hair covering his eyes, his hands were in his pockets. A large knife was in easy reach in case he got in some deep trouble. It was well past night time; the moon was like a glowing orb in the sky, the streetlights cast eerie shadows everywhere. He was looking for a house to rob, things to sell, money to earn. He'd like to eat sometime soon too, possibly get new clothes too. The ones he had were well ripped from dogs and God knows what else. He just needed to find the perfect house. -
Zoey was sitting in her room happily. The whole house was dark and quiet expect her room. She had Kid Cudi playing from her laptop and the white Christmas lights above her bed and she was wearing black spandex and a simple white shirt. Singing along to the song quietly she walked over to her bed and flopped down with a soft thud. The phone was pressed to her ear as she happily talked to her best friend Jenny. "Do you think so? He's really cute.." She blushed and curled a strand of her hair around her finger. It was around midnight and she was wide awake and starting to drift off slowly.
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Petro finally spotted a house that seemed suitable. There weren't any trucks or car, no sign that there might be a man in the house waiting to shoot anyone who wasn't welcomed. He gripped the knife in his pocket so he knew that he wouldn't go in there alone and he crossed the street to head to the house after a few minutes of watching it. First he walked around the property to make sure that there weren't any dogs.
Dogs were a good way to get the cops called on him. He was eighteen now, he wouldn't be sent back home to his pathetic excuses for parents, he'd be sent to jail! -
"Okay Jen, I'm getting off the phone." Her friend groaned into the phone but they said their goodnights and she hung up. Pulling herself off her bed she opened her door and headed for the stairs. Yawning softly she walked down the steps and towards the fridge. Opening it up she pulled out a bottle of water and turned around and started to go back for the stairs.
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No dogs; good sign. Petro smiled as he easily pulled himself over the fence and he headed in back. Front doors were harder for him to open, back doors not so much. He looked around for windows, easy open doors, anything. He finally came to a window. It would be a noisy entrance, but so would a door. He prayed these people didn't have ADT.
Petro walked over to the window and he picked up a rock nearby. "Here goes nothing," he whispers to himself as he smashes the rock against the glass, creaking a cracking sound as it begins to fall to the ground. -
Zoey yelped and jumped as she was in the doorway of her room. "f---.." She whispered quietly and closed her bedroom door closed quietly. She quickly turned off her lights and grabbed her old softball bat. Hurriedly she slid into her closet with a soft click.
Once in the closet she remembered that she left her music playing on the laptop. -
Petro thought he heard something from a room up stairs. A slight scream and... was that music? Yes, that was music! He was wrong! Someone was in the house! Quickly he took out a knife much like this one and he walked around, his footfalls silent, until he came up the stairs. Most of the house was dark, which was perfectly fine for him. He was practically nocturnal and his eyes adjust good to the light. Slowly he began to make his way up to the hallway.
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Zoeys heart was racing in her chest and pounding in her ears. She was ure he could her her heart racing a mile away! Breathing heavily she covered her mouth with one hand and the bat in the other. She looked around wilidly in the dark and started to shake slightly.
Her mind raced as every second went by. Every minute ticked off like years in her head as she neared softly footsteps in the hall she gasped slightly and started to panic. -
When Petro got on the top floor he began to check all the rooms that he could. He checked them all except for one, and that's the one he could hear the music coming from. He gripped his blade tighter and hoped that it was just some teenager he could easily shut up if he needed to. He slowly came to the door and his hand grasped the cold doorknob. Ever so slowly, he turned it and he looked inside the room.
The room was dimly light with Christmas lights over a bed. The music he heard was coming from a computer, and the room looked like it belonged to a teenaged girl. He found the room to be sort of hot so he took his hood off, his blonde hair a mess. He didn't worry, if someone saw him and gave his image to the cops, they had nothing on him. No birth records since he wasn't born in a hospital, and no schooling either. He was home schooled and he learned only the things he needed to know.
Petro took a few steps into the room, his knife glinting in the dim light, and he looked around the room. Everything seemed to be fine, no one seemed to be in the room. He closed the door behind him and he checked under the bed. No one was there. He turned around and he saw a closet door. Classic hiding place; someone must be in there. -
Zoey watched as he walked into her room. How rude! She narrowed her eyes slightly and then widened as he turned towards the closet. Her heart was racing in her chest and she clasped the bat in both hands and got ready to swings.
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Petro slowly walked towards the closet and he gripped the doorknob. It's brass was cold against his hands and he slowly opened the door. As soon as it was open enough for him to look in he took a quick step back just in case anyone tried to hit him with anything.
He saw a girl in the closet with a bat. Perfect tan skin, dark curly hair; she seemed like a super model! Though, he didn't let the girls looks fool him, and he got ready to shut her up if he needed to.
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