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 6, 2008 1:36:47 GMT -5
Before Trey could shoot Patrick, Bryan had pinned him to the ground and guarded him tight. He pushed Patriccks body over and it missed him by inches
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Tyrone Bard
Resident of Drakesville
Gangster/Convict/Jock[M:0]
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Post by Tyrone Bard on Jan 6, 2008 1:36:53 GMT -5
Tyrone was sitting in his class listening to music on his Ipod as friends looked out the window in the class and saw a fight by the green house.. They said that a couple of homeboys were fightin some redneck fuck, and that one of them had just got cut.. He ran out of the classroom despite what the teacher said, and shoved the doors open to the outside.. He ran as hard as he could towards the redneck laying on the ground, looking around at everyone.. He glanced down at Patrick and then watched as Trey ran away.. Ty slowly looked around, he then grabbed a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket, putting them on his knuckles as he looked around.. "OKAY YOU FUCKERS! HE HAS HAD ENOUGH! SOMEONE IS GOING TO WIND UP KILLED!" He said as he swung hard, delivering the brass knuckles to the temple of Patrick's head.. "This boy is just like that other honky, all talk and no show." He said, standing up with a smile as he kicked Patrick's limp body.. and spitting down at it..
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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 6, 2008 1:39:25 GMT -5
Bryan was shocked at Trey's action and even his. He had just saved a redneck, and Trey did an poor decision again. Out of nowhere Tyrone came and attack Patrick but Bryan held him off.
"Chill Dude, He's gotten enough"
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Jan 6, 2008 1:40:38 GMT -5
Marinna looked up from her hands to find Patrick pinned to the ground, the shots missing him. She then saw Tyrone beating his with the brass knuckles, "Get the fuck off of him already, Ty!" she yelled looking at him with fury, "This shit needs to end. How many people have to get hurt before you all quit fighting like a bunch of neanderthals, huh?"
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Post by Patrick Gunn on Jan 6, 2008 1:41:26 GMT -5
He felt brass knuckles hit him in the face after he was tripped, he seen a gun in the hands of the two black guys, and he just closed his eyes, he knew he was about to be killed as he began to fade in and out, his eye swelling shut as his blood began to stain the grass and gravel mixture that he laid on.. He was in pain, but he didnt cry, that was a fucking no-no.. He wouldnt cry! He bit down hard on the grass as he fought back the urge to stand up and fight again, he had enough.. He had been gangbeaten, and that was a pussy way of getting fought. He went down with a fight, and he was always respected for that.
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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 6, 2008 1:42:33 GMT -5
Bryan let go of Ty, hoping he calmed down and walked around holding his head. He had let his anger get to him. He scratched his chin, disappointed towards Trey. He looked to Patricks limp body hoping he was okay.
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 6, 2008 1:43:31 GMT -5
Trey looked at Bryan. Bryan must of already knew what happens when Trey is fired up. He lose his head and just forgets about everything, and just attempts to make someone feel same pain, he felt. "Get off me!". Trey grabs his gun, emptying it out it's bullet. He hands the gun to Rinna. "Get rid of it" he saids, while still on the ground. Bryan got off him, walking around mad. Trey begins to cool off now, that he unleashed some of his stress on Patrick. "Sorry for my actions today." Trey saids, ashamed of himself. But when Patrick got too extreme with his racist and cutting him, he just got too pissed off at the moment and wasn't thinking. Trey gets to his feet, dusting himself off.
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Post by Melody Frost on Jan 6, 2008 1:44:09 GMT -5
Melody regained her strength and stood up wiping the tears off her face and walking back to where Marinna was standing she looked away and faced the school, if she looked at Patrick she would probably start balling her eyes out and she didn't plan on doing that, especially not when she was at school.
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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 6, 2008 1:45:31 GMT -5
"Get up man..." He held out a hand to Patrick. Bryan wasn't a fighter. He was usually a kind and nice person, not letting words get to him, Atleast when he wasn't angry. He looked down at Patrick hoping he would take his hand.
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 6, 2008 1:47:35 GMT -5
Trey takes off his shirt, revealing his smooth body with that knife cut on his chest. He walked over beside his brother and offered a hand too. "See. You been judging us on our skin color for the longest, but deep inside, we're nice people. We're human being, just like you, with different skin colors. And if you can't deal with it, then you deserve to die." Trey knew it came out kinda harsh, but it was the truth.
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Jan 6, 2008 1:48:39 GMT -5
Marinna looked at Trey as he handed her the gun. It was still heated from the shots, this was one hunk of metal she never wanted to be caught dead holding. "I don't want this piece of junk in my hands!" she yelled overdramatically as she tossed it on the ground, not thinking that she shouldn't have because guns shoot on their own, "I'm not going to get rid of your problems, sir. You need to do it on your own." She walked over towards Patrick and leaned down, looking over his different wounds, "You okay?" That was a stupid question, of course he wasn't okay. She was mainly looking to see if he had conciousness.
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Post by Patrick Gunn on Jan 6, 2008 1:52:31 GMT -5
He was loosing his conciousness, he didnt answer Trey or Bryan when they offered him their hands, hell he couldnt even move. How stupid could they get? They beat him within an inch of his life, and then they try to help him up. He rolled a bit, groaning as his face was almost completely covered with blood.. He looked around.. sighing as he began to speak in a painful voice.. "I got no quarrel.. I just dont want you flirtin with my girl" He said in a serious tone as he looked up at him, with one eye, because the other was swollen shut, and with that, he lost conciousness.
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Post by Melody Frost on Jan 6, 2008 1:53:17 GMT -5
Melody didn't want to see Patrick like this but she needed to get him somewhere where he could get some serious help and she needed to do it now so she took a deep breath and turned around walking towards Marinna and stopping for a brief minute while she picked up the gun and handed it to Bryan. She walked the rest of the way towards Marinna and leaned over trying to see the same thing she was. She didn't even know what to do, how should she, shes not a doctor.
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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 6, 2008 1:55:53 GMT -5
Bryan ripped part of his shirts off and tied up parts of Patrick's wounds to stop the bleeding.
He starts to feel for his cellphone in his pockets but it wasnt there..
"Anyone have their phone?"
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 6, 2008 1:56:55 GMT -5
"I don't give a damn what you say. She may be your girl, but she is allowed to have male friends and you can't do nothing about it to control her actions. Trey saids. Trey walks off, grabbing his shirt, that had a cut in it. "Carry his stupid ass to a hospital, but if he come after me again. I have no sympathy for what may happen to him." Trey was serious too, when he said it. Trey grabbed the heated gun, placing it in his pocket. He walks into the classroom, turning in the the paper, that he already filled out. He left out the classroom and before walking off. "I wouldn't advise any of you following me. You will regret it" Trey said it with a serious tone in his voice too. He didn't wanna hear anybody else bullshit for the rest of today and it was smart, he be alone for the rest of the day. Trey walks off, with his shirt hanging on his shoulders.
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