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Post by Patrick Gunn on Jan 5, 2008 22:43:28 GMT -5
Patrick about lost it.. He rolled his eyes at the boy.. "I'll be seeing you again. Maybe you can try to fight without a god damned gun too, Because I have guns too." He said, putting an arm around Mel as he grabbed her bag from her, holding it for her like a gentlemen should.. He was acting as nice as he could considering the perdicament he was in.. He put her bag in the backpart of his cab.. and he opened the door for her, and then walked over getting in his side, cranking the truck as he slowly removed a cigarette from his pack, spitting the dip out the window as he lit the Full flavored camel with his truck's cigarette lighter.. He then looked over at Mel.. He still was very pissed as he put the lighter up.. "I'm sorry, but that fucker dont know who hes messin with.. Jack wouldnt want you messin around with some fucking jive turkey like that.." He said in a rather pissed tune..
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 5, 2008 22:50:13 GMT -5
"Who said I had a gun? Try taking that pocket knife out of yo pocket." Trey really didn't have a gun in his bag, he just was really just waiting for the attack. He was planning his attack and waiting for Patrick to make a move, but he seen he didn't do nothing. "Heh. And Gentier talks about these white people lookin' down on us. He needs to meet this chump. Trey thought to himself. He found it kinda amusing, how Patrick got fired up, but Trey wasn't even thinking about a gun. He left his gun at home, under his bed, as usual. If he would of had, he woulda been put a bullet in Patrick, by now. Trey watched them leave and just bust out laughing. "Man. This little white boy makes me laugh.". Trey begin to ponder about a rumor, he heard over at his block. "Ain't that the same person, I heard you fought at that fight club?" Trey asked Bryan. "Because I'm gonna whoop his ass next, if he keeps this up."[OOC - Playing my character too, so don't get offended.  ]
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Post by Melody Frost on Jan 5, 2008 22:58:08 GMT -5
Melody tried her hardest to ignore Patrick's attitude but there was just something about it that really meant he wasn't kidding, what if he had had his gun with him? Trey probably woulda been on that floor dead. She shivered a little at the thought and got into Pat's car. A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked out the window. She could hear Pat getting in on the other side of the car. "Jackson would of wanted me to be happy." She said this in a bit of a rude tone as she kept looking out the window.
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Post by Patrick Gunn on Jan 5, 2008 23:13:24 GMT -5
Pat looked at her, putting his hand on her knee as he pulled out of the parkinglot.. He sighed as he took a drag off of his cigarette, taking off down the road, at full speed.. He looked over at her. "Baby, I know.. But I dont see how you can be happy with him flirting with you and shit, you know how me and Jackson are about people of his kind.." He said with a sigh, looking straight ahead at the road as he rubbed her knee gently and lovingly.
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Post by Melody Frost on Jan 5, 2008 23:26:34 GMT -5
Melody relaxed a little and rested her head on the seat. She knew that Patrick wanted the best for her but he would need to relax and let go a little bit if he really wanted her to be happy. "He's a nice guy Pat, what do you even have against him? You sounded really racist when you were talking to him in there." She hoped he wasn't racist but if he was she would figure something out.
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