Soap?
- Locked due to inactivity on Aug 4, '16 4:31pm
Thread Topic: Soap?
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Ah, graduation...)
Petro had only been gone for half an hour and he already stole everything he needed to steal. He slowly began to head back when he saw them. The gang. They were walking around, smoking and drinking some. There was only about seven of them, and they didn't look like a gang, but they sure were a gang for damn sure.
Quickly, Petro walked into another shop and pretended to look around at everything. Thankfully, the group passed the shop without causing him much trouble and they went on their way.
(So, how about Jen first. Petro and Zoey are out or something, possibly drunk, and then they beat up Zoey and leave Petro for dead. He goes back, saves her, and Jen can die for effect somewhere along the way like you mentioned earlier?) -
Zoey stayed there for a long time just drawing on a section of his wall. A sad smile played on her lips as she did. It was a black tree with a noose hanging from one of it's branches. It seemed twisted but it all made sense in the depths of her mind and soul.
Jen happened to be walking past this group of goons and completely ignored them even after they made cat calls at her. "Idiots.." She muttered loudly and continued on her way.
(Yeeee~) -
(Awesome~)
Sighing in relief, Petro walked out of the store and he quickly jogged to the edge of town, passing many people. As soon as he hit the forest though, he broke out into a fast sprint and he quickly made his way back to the house.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," one obviously drunk young man spoke up after Jen called them idiots. He turned around and faced the girl, a beer bottle in his hand. He was young, hardly old enough to be drinking though. He had coal black hair which hung in his eyes a little, a clean shave, though his eyes were blood shot. A smirk played on his face as he looked at the girl, Jen. "Who you calling idiots, babe?" -
Zoey had added the words next to the tree. "Kiss my sinful lips and taste my lies.. I'm just a mess in disguise." She said quietly and put the marker away. Standing up she made her way back upstairs and sat down in the hall way. Kicking her long tan legs up against the wall she scooted so her butt was touching the bottom of the walk and just laid like that.
Jen scoffed, raising a perfect eyebrow. "You." She said sassily and rolled her pretty eyes. "Now.. Go away." She went to turn away again with the pictures of Zoey clutched to her chest tightly. -
WTF i swear I posted something... what the hell ._.))
Petro quickly walked into the house, his feet stomping on the wooden floor. A quick look around and he could see that the house looked much cleaner than before. He didn't mind the cleanness and he quickly made his way up the stairs. His breaths came short since he was still out of breath from running, and he found Zoey sitting in the hall. "Here," he said breathless while carefully tossing her the bag of clothes, and anything else he could get that girls would need. He sighed and walked into his room, taking his sweater off and throwing it on his bed.
The man smirked and he slowly began to follow the girl. There was hardly any people walking around at the few stores, so he waited until she was passing by an alley way. While she was passing the alley he grabbed the girl, put his hand over her mouth, and dragged her into the Alley; his group of drunks following him. -
I do that all the time!!)
Zoey blinked and hugged the bag slightly. "Thank you." She called and pushed herself up. Heading downstairs she went to the bathroom and found a toothbrush and toothpaste and started to brush her teeth happily.
Jen screamed and tried to fight against the drunk man. She kicked out and tried to fight then off. She had strong soccer player legs after all. -
Makes you feel like you're loosing your mind sometimes and you get all confused xD))
Petro gave a quick "you're welcome," and he walked around the room, rubbing his arms a little. He was pretty strong, and it showed in his arms, but he had lots of scars. Burns, cuts, and there even seemed to be a few possible bite marks from some dog. He walked around the room, still trying to catch his breath.
The boy put his hand down harder on her mouth so her screams wouldn't be heard. "We're idiots, huh?" he whispered to her while his group laughed a little. A few of the boys ran out of the alley to bring a car around the back while a few of the others tried to help the first boy keep Jen steady. -
Once pleased with her facial appearance she walked back up the steps and into his room. Blinking at him she suddenly snagged the hoodie from his bed and pulled it over her head. Once it was snug on her she found it pleasingly big on her and it smelled like him. Sitting on the edge of the bed she looked at him and blinked a few times.
Jen narrowed her eyes and bit down on his hand, looking for the soft fleshy part of the thumb. She just wanted to get away from this group and wouldn't stop until she did. -
Petro shot an odd look at the beautiful girl sitting on his bed, wearing his hoodie. "I might need that back later," he states simply while leaning against the wall, looking at her with an eyebrow raised. He took another deep breath, glad he got his breathing under control.
The boy hardly held back a scream and he pulled his hand out of the girl's mouth. "Here," another boy said while shoving a rag to her mouth and nose. The first boy pushed the rag against the girl, it was heavily doused with chloroform; they didn't want her running her mouth and drawing attention. -
Zoey frowned lightly and peered at him with a look of irritation on her features. "Fair enough." She said quietly and looked out the window. She had thrown her hair up into a messy bun and loose curls had fell out and curled around her face slightly.
Jen tried to hold her breath but it was too late and soon she was done. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body went completely limp and her head dropped down. -
"Sorry," Petro apologizes. "I'm not used to joking with people. That was supposed to be a joke." He was speaking the truth too. He was supposed to say it in a joking tone that you'd say to friends when you tell them to go jump off a cliff or something. He just wasn't used to manipulating his voice such as that.
As soon as Jen passed out two cars came around the back of the alley where no one would see them. "Let's get 'er in the car," the first boy stated while jumping the passenger seat of one of the cars. -
Zoey shrugged slightly and rubbed her face with the sleeve of his hoodie. "What do you do for fun?" She said quietly and looked up at him from her hands.
Jen was completly unresponsive as they moved her around and into the car. -
Petro shrugged. He never really did anything fun. Just work, checking the pumps, stealing things, trying to not get in much trouble. "You probably wouldn't find it anymore fun than I do. What do you do for fun," he questioned instead. This girl actually had a life, so maybe she'd bring some color into his gray life.
(Just gonna say they're magically at the Gang's meetup place so I don't bore you to death with the whole way they get there. They'll just lock Jen in a bedroom with no windows that's in a basement, because basements are scary.) -
"Well.. I draw. I take pictures, I hang with my bestfriend Jen a lot and I do cheerleading but thats only fun when I'm with a certain squad or I like walking and running and playing soccer.. Oh and dancing and singing." She took a breath and blushed as she realized she hadn't stopped talking.
Jen woke up with a groan, everything was dark and she was laying on a cot. Blinking slowly she tried to move but her whole body felt heavy and unresponsive.
(Basements are very scary indeed.) -
Petro was surprised by the sudden mouthfull that Zoey just spat out of her mouth. "Well, seems like you have a lot of talent," he said, a smile tugging at his lips. An odd question then popped into his head. "Do you know A Match into Water by Pierce the Veil?" He instantly regretted the question.
Up stairs, the gang was playing beerpong and getting totally wasted and idiotic. A few were even punching each other, or throwing beer bottles at the wall and having them smash into a million pieces.
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