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Violence rp
message 251:
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xXRossiya AruXx
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May 24, 2009 05:05PM

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((me... jk >.<
can time pass so Tim's out of work?))
can time pass so Tim's out of work?))
"The black kids and other teenagers." he laid his head on his crossed arms that sat on his knees.
***some time passed***
((Zach and I are friends, 'kay?))
Tim went over to Zach's, he didn't want to go home, "Hey.... let me in." He called up, throwing a stone at his window.
((Zach and I are friends, 'kay?))
Tim went over to Zach's, he didn't want to go home, "Hey.... let me in." He called up, throwing a stone at his window.
"Who was that kid you were talking to?"
((*sobs*))
"Yeah.... I'll come..." They had a moment of silence, then Kyle looked up, "You going to be okay?"
"Yeah.... I'll come..." They had a moment of silence, then Kyle looked up, "You going to be okay?"
FMA and FRUITS BASKET OTAKU!! wrote: ""Kyle. Hey, Trisha's fu-fu-funere-funereal is Saturday. Will you c-come?""
"Ye--Yes... I promise I will be there." he said sadfully.
"Ye--Yes... I promise I will be there." he said sadfully.
"I ran off before introducing myself... I'm Tim." He bit his tongue when he realized that the boy was blind.
Tim waved a hand in front of his face.
"Ow, I was just kidding." Tim rubbed where Zach had punched him, then stood, "You can take a joke, can't you Kyle?" He asked, shaking his hand, then squeezing him close and giving him a nugy.
"What the hell was that for?" Tim groaned, falling to his knees.
Tim sighed, and stood, "Why don't you do what I do, and smoke." He pulled out a pack of smokes, and pulled out one for Zach, then placed one in Kyle's hand. He then pulled out a lighter, "Do you mind us smokin' in the house?" Tim lit his anyway.
"Hmmm..." Tim inhaled deeply, then exhaled right in Zach's face.
Tim punched Zach off of him, accidently knocking down Kyle in the process.

((god I'd pull out a knife and stabbed you if you did that in real life))
Tim groaned in pain, "Sorry Kyle... you b*****d, that hurt."
Tim groaned in pain, "Sorry Kyle... you b*****d, that hurt."
Tim moaned, leaning his head against the ground; "I hate when he gets that way... he always takes it out on me..."
((what are you laughing over?))
"I'll be right back Kyle... I'd invite you to the roof with us but... I'm sorry..." Tim stood and moved out to go to the roof.
"I'll be right back Kyle... I'd invite you to the roof with us but... I'm sorry..." Tim stood and moved out to go to the roof.
((I remember))
Tim sat down, and looked across the street; he pulled out another cigarette from dropping his first one. "Look... I miss her too..."
Tim sat down, and looked across the street; he pulled out another cigarette from dropping his first one. "Look... I miss her too..."
"You know, I'm trying to be nice and all, but... you deserve this." Tim stood on the roof and punched Zach hard on the jaw, then climbed down the roof.
Tim inhaled the sweet nicotene, and moved back in the house. "Hey Kyle, I'm back."
Bells wrote: ""Ow, I was just kidding." Tim rubbed where Zach had punched him, then stood, "You can take a joke, can't you Kyle?" He asked, shaking his hand, then squeezing him close and giving him a nugy."
"Being blind isn't a JOKE ASS HOLE!!" he shouted at tim.
"Being blind isn't a JOKE ASS HOLE!!" he shouted at tim.
