Bryan Lewis
Resident of Drakesville
Jock/Shy/Gangster[M:0]
Jock/Shy/Gangster
Posts: 162
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Post by Bryan Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 19:02:20 GMT -5
Bryan wakes up late the next evening rubbing his eyes. He sees Trey still sleeping and gives him a kick to the side before leaving to go take a quick shower.
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 19:05:02 GMT -5
Trey was lying on his stomach in his bed, with his face planted into the pillow, sleeping real good. Suddenly, he feels a pain in his sides and wakes up. "Fuck, wrong with you?" saids Trey, looking at Bryan, who was leaving out the room. "Punkass." mumbled Trey. Trey places his face back on the pillow, going back to sleep.
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Bryan Lewis
Resident of Drakesville
Jock/Shy/Gangster[M:0]
Jock/Shy/Gangster
Posts: 162
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Post by Bryan Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 19:16:57 GMT -5
Bryan got out the shower wearing his Foot Locker Uniform. He had on a striped black and white shirt like a referee and some black slacks.
He walked into his room and heard Mom screaming at Trey.
Mom: Get Yo Ass Up From That Bed! Before I Put You To Sleep, Literally! Bryan put on your shoes so i can drop you off to work
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 19:19:19 GMT -5
Trey gets up, yawning. "Man, get yo ass out of here." Trey mumbled. "Wait! What was that!?" she shouted, smacking Trey up-side his head, when he walked past. Trey reeled forward, holding the back of his head looking back at Mom. "Hell, you looking at?" "You." mumbled Trey.
Mom faked it off like she was about to chase him, for Trey to run and bump into Bryan, with force. "Move, boy!" shouted Trey. Trey ran past Bryan into the bathroom, locking it behind him to get freshen up.
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Bryan Lewis
Resident of Drakesville
Jock/Shy/Gangster[M:0]
Jock/Shy/Gangster
Posts: 162
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Post by Bryan Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 19:27:59 GMT -5
Bryan and his mom went outside and waited in the car for Trey
"I Wish This Boy Hurry Up..."
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 19:44:49 GMT -5
Trey was freshened up and was putting on his clothes. He put on this air-brushed white T-Shirt. On the front, it was a picture of him and Bryan, putting up a gang sign. And on the back, it saids "Trey G00N 4 Lyfe" mixed with green, blue, white, and yellow. Below it, it saids "Bryan G00N 4 Lyfe" in Royal Blue, white, and black. They both had the same air brushed T-shirt, but Bryan wore his every so often. He put on these airbrushed, dark baggy blue pants. On the left leg, it showed "Trey" going down his pants, and on his right leg, it showed "G00N" going down his pants. He putted on the new shoes, he bought at the store, last night.
He goes to his bed, looking around for Mom and Bryan. He quickly grabs his bag, unzipping the zip. He digs in the bag, taking out his Colt King Revolver. He puts the revolver,in his the back of his pants, and zips up the bag. He pushes the bag, back underneath the bed. He leaves the house, locking the door behind him with a spare key, he took from Moms room. He leaves the Apartment Building, walking to the car. He opens up the car door for the backseat to hop into the seat, closing the door behind him. "Alright." saids Trey. "Took you long enough." saids Mom, pulling the gears into Reverse. "I can't leave the house lookin' bummed as hell. I like being fresh, besides, I need to get dropped off the mall anyways." "I hope you got your own money." "Fo sho." saids Trey, without hastation. "Good."
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