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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 15, 2011 23:46:57 GMT -5
Blink picked up Queso. "You're gonna fail us Higgins!"
Aces shook a finger at Race. "CHILD ABUSE!"
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Post by Race on Oct 15, 2011 23:47:54 GMT -5
"IT.IS.A.DOLL...psycho.." Race muttered the last under his breath, "Sorry Blink...fahgot it was dere." he laughed.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 16, 2011 0:01:40 GMT -5
Aces just fell out of his chair laughing, but made sure the baby didn't hit the floor. He still wanted to mess with them and he did need a good grade in here after he and Spades had burnt nearly every meal they had cooked so far.
"I think he finally lost it..." Spades said.
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Post by Race on Oct 16, 2011 0:03:20 GMT -5
the bell rang and Queso started crying, Race stared at it, "Great! YA WOKE UP IT's DEMON RAGES!" he yelled at the bell.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 16, 2011 0:06:26 GMT -5
Blink held the baby at arm length and looked at it, then he heard a fart-type of noise. "I tink it just took a dump..." he said, giving it back to Race.
Aces carried the baby out of the classroom, prancing excitedly to his next class.
Spades just shook his head. "He's a little too excited about this..."
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Post by Race on Oct 16, 2011 0:08:32 GMT -5
" I don' want it!" Race said, handing it back, "Nuttin' Doin dat I's changing dat thing...it might be as toxic as a real one.."
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 16, 2011 0:10:43 GMT -5
Blink laid the baby on the table and changed its diaper, throwing the dirty one at Race. "The baby made a creepy cooing sound to indicate that it was happy now. "See it likes when I throw its crap in ya face."
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Post by Race on Oct 16, 2011 9:28:43 GMT -5
Race through it back at him, "Don' throw dat at me! Even if it is imaginary!" he said, staring at the doll, "Dat thing is possessed.."
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 16, 2011 13:01:44 GMT -5
Blink shrugged. "We should maybe at least try on dis assignment seein' as we've probably got da lowest grades in class." he said, smirking and carrying the baby from the classroom.
~Saturday night~
Blondie was getting ready for the party at Race's house. It didn't start for another hour, but she still had to go pick up Cailin, Max, and Spot. She was almost ready to leave when her dad burst through her bedroom door on one of his rampages.
"DANIELLE-," he started to yell at her about something, but then noticed she was getting ready to leave. "Where in God's name do you think you're going?"
"Party." Blondie said flatly. She really wasn't in the mood for this right now.
"Oh, I guess you're going out to meet that good for nothing piece of trash you call a boyfriend, huh?" he said, always knowing that would strike a nerve with Blondie. "I don't know what you see in that worhtless little piece of-"
"HE'S BETTER TO ME THAN YOU EVER HAVE BEEN!" Blondie yelled, her fists clenched and shaking at her sides. "Spot actually GIVES a damn whether I'm dead or alive and HE doesn't criticize me JUST to have someone to yell at!"
Her dad smacked her across the face as hard as he could, then when she got up and nearly hit him back, he grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up off of the ground, slamming her against the wall. "If you EVER yell at me like that again, I'll fix you so you won't be able to get out of bed for a week!" He dropped her on the floor and stormed from the room.
Blondie pulled herself up from the floor, grabbed her keys and purse and opened her window, sliding out of it and running to her car. Tears of pure anger and hatred welled up in her eyes as she drove, the spot below her left eye bruising and swelling already. There were red fingerprints on her neck, darkening as she pulled up outside of the Conlon house to wait for Max and Spot after calming down enough to make the stinging tears that threatened to spill over go away. Her hands were still shaking and she was still seeing red, so in an attempt to vent her anger, she hit the steering wheel as hard as she could a few times, making sure not to hit the horn, then slumped her head over against the window while she waited, staring blankly at the heating vent on the left side of the steering wheel.
(( I know it's long, but I thought I would at least give her a reason to drink the punch rather than making her just get hammered for fun >.> ))
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Post by Race on Oct 16, 2011 13:22:36 GMT -5
(( -shrug- Parties of this sort are made to drink for fun -regrets nothing, gives Race tequila- DRINK EEET.))
Max was the first one out, "Geez...you that upset about goin' to the party? We don't gotta go.." he said, joking. "Cailin's gunna meet us somewhere closer, that way we can get to Race's sooner."
Race had gotten everything set up he could think of, shoving all the stuff his uncle would kill him over it was broken into the safe room, shutting the door back, that always reminded him of some Indiana Jones movie. He came back downstairs, staring at the stupid doll as he walked by, "Should we put dat thing somewhere?" he yelled at Blink.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 16, 2011 22:30:08 GMT -5
"It's not the party that pissed me off," Blondie said, sighing and absently rubbing the red handprint that wrapped around her throat to both sides of her neck and wishing her shirt had a collar to cover it up.
Blink jumped when Race yelled. He was in the act of pouring half of a bottle of tequilla into the giant punch bowl. "Hah?"
Cailin was explaining to Desmond about the party and told him she was going with Max and two other friends he hadn't met yet.
"Tell tha' boy to keep it in 'is pants if 'e doesn't want to see me gun room," Desmond warned, half-joking.
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Post by Race on Oct 17, 2011 16:00:21 GMT -5
"DA ELECTRONIC KID WE'S AQUIRED!" Race yelled back, coming into the other room where Blink was, "da demon...where do we need ta put it?"
"Ah," Max said, he didn't press the matter unless she just wanted to talk about it, waiting on Spot.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 17, 2011 16:08:45 GMT -5
"Uh... you could put it in da oven... maybe it'll stay safe dere since no one'll be cookin'. Or you could just hide it under ya bed." Blink said, holding the tequilla upright again.
Blondie attempted to stop her shaking hands by death-gripping the steering wheel as Spot came out.
When Spot got into the car, he could tell something was up with Blondie, but he didn't say anything. He would make sure she was okay later.
Blondie greeted Spot, then turned to Max. "Where are we meeting Cailin?"
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Post by Race on Oct 17, 2011 16:13:00 GMT -5
" Geno's, dat little market thing down from her house," Max said.
Race stared at the tequila bottle, "...in front of da kid?" he asked jokingly, then laughed, pulling the robotic baby off of it's sitting area and sticking it in his closet, hoping it wouldn't start crying or anything. "Dere...it's outta heah.."
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 17, 2011 16:20:37 GMT -5
Blink hugged his tequilla bottle. "It's okay, at least there ain't a camera in there watchin' everything we do ta make sure we take care of the thing." he said, smirking.
Blondie nodded and put the car in drive, backing out and heading toward the meeting place. About halfway there, someone pulled out in front of her, cutting her off. She took a deep breath and clenched her jaw to keep herself from yelling at the person, but honked her horn anyway.
By the time they pulled into the parking lot, Cailin was already there waiting. She got out of her car and into Blondie's.
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