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Post by kidennixon on Oct 29, 2009 0:09:04 GMT
Kiden crawled into a dumpster and began searching around for something to eat and maybe if she's lucky something something she could sell and get some smokes. She's been dying for one for the past few day's now and hadn't had any luck finding anything to sell to buy them. Those assholes keep raising the prices on them trying to get people quit smoking or at lest the younger people or something like that she wasn't really paying that much attention to the old women.
Ripping open a bag she began digging though it before hitting pay day with a half eaten burger and bunch of fries "Jackpot." she pulled the things out and placed them on the other lid before hopping up onto it and began to eat it as she swung her feet back and forth.
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Post by arun on Oct 29, 2009 1:46:17 GMT
"And I thought I was pathetic." The red-head didn't even bother hanging to the shadows as her sarcastic comment rang out. She was unsettled, her eyes had been opened to her own weaknesses, and she was seriously pissed off. Thinking would come, but she had parted ways with Bender and immediately rubbed her burnt hands down a brick-wall. They were stuck in her pockets now, and the material was soaked through with blood. The pain acted to clear her mind, and at the same time drugged her.
Jordan bit back a shuder, and the urge to go jump off a bridge. She usually just avoided junkies, but this one happened to be in her path.
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Post by dj on Oct 29, 2009 5:17:43 GMT
A stroll through the night time streets was always relaxing. It helped with taking your mind off of the hard times and everything else a person has to deal with on a daily basis. Mark Sheppard was talking a stroll to take some away from the mansion. He had a curfew of 11:00pm so he had about two hours to do whatever it was that he felt like doing. More than likely he would be looking for some eligible young ladies to spend his time with. And what do you know, there just so happened to be two young ladies sitting in an alleyway. They actually looked rather rough, like thay hadn't bathed in days. But it was all good since they were cute. Mark eased himself into the alleyway all semi-smiles. "How you ladies doing?"
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Post by kidennixon on Oct 29, 2009 16:04:20 GMT
Kiden was almost done with her burger when someone showed up "What the fuck do you want?" she snapped back not at all happy about this girl coming out of no where poking fun at her. If that's what she was planning on doing she could forget it because she wasn't going to take her shit. She finished off her food keeping an eye on the red head wondering what she wanted.
Before she could do anything else some guy showed up "Oh just wonderful." she jumped off the dumpster and glared at the red head daring her to say or do something else to her.
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Post by arun on Oct 29, 2009 20:23:42 GMT
Jordan smiled, stupid kid had picked the wrong fight. "I want my fix." She said, doing a sloppy imitation of the other girl's voice. The arrival of the guy distracted her for a moment, and she turned to look at him. He looked like a rich kid pretending to be tough. And wanting to flurt with danger. "Agreed." She told the other girl, pulling one bloody hand out of her pocket. She walked up and wiped it along the other girl's shoulder, leaving a liberal red smear. Then she headed for the guy.
"You f***ing talking to youself?" She asked. "Cause I only see one lady."
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Post by dj on Oct 30, 2009 23:29:03 GMT
"Wow that was.... disgusting and very uncalled for I believe." Mark was a little put off by that little display of weird nastiness, but he still thought her to be cute. Then that same girl turned her attention to him, stepping up into his face. He had a feeling that a fight or something would break out between the ladies and he would have to step in and break it up. He arched an eyebrow when the bloody girl spoke, very mean woman. "So you don't consider yourself a lady, that's fine. But whatever, are you two okay or what cause you really don't look it... bloody hands and all you know."
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Post by kidennixon on Oct 31, 2009 0:23:29 GMT
“What the hell do I look like a drug dealer?” she glared at the woman already she didn’t like this woman whoever the hell she was, she was really asking for it. She was to busy eying the pretty boy to notice Jordan wiping her bloody hand on her shoulder until it was to late. Looking down at her shoulder she walked over to where Jordan was and went to grab her by the arm and spin her so she would be facing her “What the hell is your problem?” she almost yelled. It was bad enough she came out of no where and started mocking her but this was pushing it. Turning to Dj but keeping an eye on Jordan "I don't even know who the hell she is. She just came out of no where and started mocking me." she turned back to glare at the other girl as she balled her hand into a fist ready to deck her.
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Post by arun on Oct 31, 2009 3:05:29 GMT
Jordan had been expecting the other girl to come after her, that had been the point. Especially after she tossed her next words over her shoulder. "No, I've done that. You're not in good enough shape to be a dealer." Jordan let herself be whipped around by the other girl, but at the same time answered the guy's comment with a question. "Do I look okay?"
She faced the other girl calmly, still sneering. "Another stupid question. I would think it would be obvious what me problem is." She watched the girl curl her hand into a fist and pulled her other hand out of her pocket. "You really going to hit me?"
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Post by dj on Oct 31, 2009 19:57:43 GMT
Well its was pretty obvious that these two ladies didn't know each other and really didn't like each other. The situation was about to really escalate to some violence, which Mark did not want to see happening. They looked like they had already been in enough fights for one night. When the smaller of the girls tightened her fist, Mark slid in between them before a punch was thrown. "I know it's not really my business but up... could you ladies like, not fight? There's really no need for violence."
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Post by kidennixon on Nov 2, 2009 16:29:44 GMT
“You bet I am.” She replied before she went to punch Jordan in the face before DJ could get between them and try and stop them. Kiden wasn’t going to let her get away with the way she was acting towards her. She would have kept hitting her if DJ hadn’t stepped between them. “Why are you even butting in anyways? Its not like you even know us or anything.” she looked up at the boy who decided to but in. But also kept an eye on Jordan she trusted the woman as far as she could throw her.
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Post by arun on Nov 3, 2009 7:11:02 GMT
She didn't even bother ducking the punch, which hit her in the lip. Jordan ignorred the pain that came with her lip splitting, again, and kicked the other girl in the shin, her combat boots connecting with a solid 'thunk'. "Well good for you." She stepped back slightly as the boy got between them. "Lets see, rich kid." She said sarcasticly, looking at him. "Rich kid, reall player. Thinks every girl wants to hang off his arm. And he's tired of being a 'rich kid' so he runs away and heads for rough territory, wanting to prove himself." She leaned forwards and pushed him, her hands leaving bloody handprints on his shirt. "And I know the ending. He ends up a junky. Like her." She gestured towards the other girl.
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Post by dj on Nov 3, 2009 17:14:47 GMT
"Dammit." The two girls managed to strike each other before he could separate them. Well this wasn't going to end well for any of them that was for sure. "I don't want to see two ladies kicking each other's pretty little booties over this matter," he said back to the smaller of the two. When the bloody girl pushed him, he simply smirked and shook his head. He didn't like to fight ladies, God how he hated it so damn much. But this girl didn't seem like she was going to let up anytime soon. "Amiga I'm far from being a rich kid or a player. I just don't want to see you ladies coming to any harm is all. It breaks mi heart ya know. So could you two please not fight?"
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Post by kidennixon on Nov 3, 2009 17:47:03 GMT
She stepped out of the way to avoid the kick to her shin she might have been small but she was fast. “This coming from a dumb red head who wouldn’t know the difference between a homeless person and a junky.” ok so that was a little lie she was a bit of a junky but not overly so at lest not yet. She looked up at DJ for a moment then rolled her eyes at what he said. “Not a player but a flirt." She looked at Jordan for a moment she really didn't want to spend the night fighting this freak.
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Post by arun on Nov 5, 2009 7:14:21 GMT
Jordan hated being smirked at. She liked smirking, but being smurked at bugged her. The red-head was about to shoot a replie back to the boy, when a wave of nausea hit her and she swayed slightly. Struggling to stay on her feet, Jordan waited untill the vertigo had passed, then glanced down at her hands. They really were bleeding a lot. She suspected that some vein that shouldn't have been cut had, because she'd lost too much blood. "Why do people bitch about lost causes?" She whipered roughly. "If only you and your bleeding heart had been around ten years ago before I'd been hurt, then it would actually mean something." She swayed again, fighting with herself to stay upright.
Jordan looked at the other girl and smirked again. "No, 'amiga', I'm not wrong about this one."
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Post by dj on Nov 9, 2009 17:56:47 GMT
Well yea that was pretty much true. Mark wasn’t a player, but he was a huuuuge flirt. He was however a little confused with the red head, although she was still hot as hell to him. He looked at the girl as she started to sway a little. ”Alright chica, you really need some help cause they way you’re teetering ain’t good at all. I don’t want you passing out from blood lose. So just cool it and let me help ya out. I can take you to the hospital.” Mark paused for a moment thinking that not many people actually like to go to the hospital. She didn’t seem like the type that would think it a good idea. He looked back at the blonde girl making sure she was alright. ”Do you need help mi amiga?”
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