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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 7, 2008 16:55:32 GMT -5
What was happening to him? His body shook and his heart raced. In the last few hours something had happened to him. He'd changed. He couldn't explain it, but he knew it was for the better. Over the past few weeks, Mike felt like he'd become soft. He was starting to become cordial with the newsies, Mike even found himself enjoying their company. He was getting distracted; this was not what he was here for!
Mike stormed down the streets, a fire in his eyes. Over and over he'd said how the newsies were going to pay, how he was going to get his revenge. Now it seemed Mike finally meant that. No more mister nice guy. Mike was back for real this time. Forget the plan about being nice and trying to get them on his side, he was going in for the kill!
Obsession was a word that could probably describe Mike's world right now. Everywhere he went, something reminded him of the bloody newsies. Everywhere he went, he couldn't keep his mind off of the newsies. He was back for revenge; he would get his revenge.
As Mike rounded a corner, he came into an alley. He entered the alleyway, drawn to the darkness of it. He kicked at several crates and grunted as his toe came in contact with them. His muscles tensed as he clenched and unclenched his fist. Sighing, Mike plopped down on one of the crates. He buried his face in his hands and sighed.
After several minutes of silence, Mike chuckled. He'd thought things through, and was more ready then ever. He was so ready. Mike pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. He took a few drags from it, letting the smoke relax him.
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Post by Dreamer on May 7, 2008 20:58:53 GMT -5
There was a sort of chill that ran down Dreamer's spine as she walked through the cold night in Harlem. Something was going to happen tonight. Something that she would regret.
Once again, she had gotten herself lost in the streets of New York, only this time it was worse. She had been lost since noon that day, and no matter where she turned, she ended up somewhere else besides Manhatten.
It was very dark for her, but Dreamer hardly noticed it. As per usual, she was lost in her own thoughts. In her own little world. She felt more safe there. No one was there to hurt her.
Shuddering a bit, she wrapped her arms around herself rubbing them to keep herself warm. There was an evil around the air that was coming soon. And it would be coming for her. Dreamer knew that ever since she saw that headline. It still haunted her, even as she walked with every step she took.
Turning the corner, she started to run a bit, trying to rid herself of them memories, but then bumped into someone, knocking herself to the ground.
"Sorry," she apologized quickly. "I wasn't--"
When she looked up, Dreamer recognized who she bumped into. The guy who hit Racetrack.
"You!" she shouted before throwing a fist at the guy.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 8, 2008 13:34:05 GMT -5
"Sorry," she apologized quickly. "I wasn't--"
Something, or someone, bumped into him and caused him to drop his cigarette. Mike cursed and looked up to see a young girl. So, it was her! He couldn't see who it was exactly, but whoever it was, they'd just caused him a perfectly good cigarette. Mike stood up and stepped into the light, immediately recognizing the girl that stood before him.
"You!"
Before Mike could say anything, she threw a punch at him. He ducked and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to wards him. "Be careful where your swinging that, love." His voice dripped with venom and he pulled her so they were mere inches from each other. He was enjoying the look on her face and the power he held over her. It made him feel strong. He was definitely enjoying this new side of Mike.
((Sorry, it is short))
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Post by Dreamer on May 8, 2008 18:36:33 GMT -5
Her attempts at punching this guy proved useless. Dreamer had missed by a mile. She really needed to get someone to fight. While she was recovering and getting ready to throw another punch, she felt the guy grab her wrist and pull her towards him. She tried so hard not to be scared as she saw this look of pure satisication of her fear in his eyes. She struggled to get out of his grip.
"Be careful where your swinging that, love."
Before she could even blink herself, Dreamer smacked the guy across the face with her free hand. She had never even done that before. It was very...un-Dreamer like, in a way. Still she kept her ground as best as she could.
"Why should I?" she asked, almost daring him to answer. "You should be careful about who you pick fights with. The next time you go picking fights with my friends, I take you on myself. I'll bring the whole Manhatten borough. Now let go of me or I'll scream so loud you'll lose your hearing for a month,"
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 8, 2008 19:33:38 GMT -5
Before he could respond, she'd slapped him. His head snapped to the left slightly, but he just brought it back, unaffected. Rubbing his cheek with his free hand, Mike chuckled. "Ya got quite an arm on ya..." He continued to rub his cheek. Then he grabbed for her other hand, trying to keep her from slapping him again.
Why should I? You should be careful about who you pick fights with. The next time you go picking fights with my friends, I take you on myself. I'll bring the whole Manhattan borough. Now let go of me or I'll scream so loud you'll lose your hearing for a month,"
Mike raised his eyebrows, "Is that a threat?" He smirked at her and only tightened his grip. If she did scream, Mike would just punch her and leave her. It would be a warning for the Manhattan boys. No more mister nice guy.
{I wish I could post longer for this, your post was very good, but I can't. Sorry}
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Post by Dreamer on May 8, 2008 21:04:51 GMT -5
"Is that a threat?"
Dreamer shuddered at that sinister grin on the guy's face. As his grip tightened around her wrists that were now held captive in his hands, she made a small painful "ah" that rose out of her throat a bit.
"Look," she struggled still. "Just let me go. But you deserved to get slapped, at least,"
When he wasn't letting go of her, Dreamer started to violently struggle more. OK, now would be a good time to scream.
"Jack! Race! Anyone?" she shouted before turning to the guy. "You are going to be in so much trouble when they get here,"
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 9, 2008 9:41:01 GMT -5
"Look," she struggled still. "Just let me go. But you deserved to get slapped, at least,"
Mike smirked, enjoying her nervousness. Taking a step closer to her, Mike replied, "And why is that, love?" He was quite close to her now, and was looking down on her. From here, she looked a lot younger than she was. It was probably because Mike was taller than she, and because of her expression. She looked like a scared child about to get scolded by their parents.
"Jack! Race! Anyone?" she shouted before turning to the guy. "You are going to be in so much trouble when they get here,"
Mike flinched, realizing that people were staring. He turned her around quickly, that way his back was facing the entrance to the alleyway, completely blocking her from view. "Bloody hell! You wanna get us both arrested!" He pushed her farther into the alley, avoiding the questioning stares of the people that passed by. "Listen, I'll let you go, unharmed," he lied, "if you promise to relay a message for me...."
Looking around, Mike smirked. "And don't forget, love, we are in Harlem. Jack and Race are in Manhattan. No matter how loud you scream... they won't here you.." His smirk widened.
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Post by Dreamer on May 9, 2008 12:20:00 GMT -5
Dreamer felt a bit small and a tad uncomfortable as this tall boy stood towering above her as he took a step toward her, closing the very short amount of space between them so that their arms were pressed against each other and she could feel his warm breath hit her forehead. She held her breath, closing her eyes for just a moment to resist the urge to shudder. When the urge passed, she opened them, still a bit uncomfortable.
"And why is that, love?"
"...You tell me," Dreamer started, a hint of fear in her voice. "Considering you just appear out of nowhere, get weird looks from practically everyone else in the Distribution Center, run away, Racetrack punching you, you punching Racetrack...and by the way...I think I fell on something sharp when you threw me off your back so..."
SMACK! Dreamer was able to free her arm and slapped the guy across the face a second time and said sarcastically:
"Thanks for being a pain in my side,"
When people were looking strangely at them, the guy blocked Dreamer from their view, pushing her towards the back of the alley, where the darkest shadows and most evil spirits resided. Immedietly, a rushing wave of anxiety took over Dreamer as she looked at who might as well as be her future kidnapper, abuser, and/or...worse...murderer, taking a huge quiet gulp of air to try to calm down.
"Listen, I'll let you go, unharmed," he lied, "if you promise to relay a message for me...."
There was something in his voice that told Dreamer that he was lying, but she ignored it. However, she was still cautious.
"What if I don't deliver this message you want me to give?" she asked timidly. "...Or what if I don't want to?"
"And don't forget, love, we are in Harlem. Jack and Race are in Manhattan. No matter how loud you scream... they won't here you.."
As that cruel, sickening, smirk grew to the corners of the guys mouth so that they curled, Dreamer closed her eyes, a shuddering breath escaping her lips as she realized that he was right.
"No..." she whispered.
She couldn't stop shaking from the fear. This was exactly what she was afraid of. Strangers hurting her. And she could feel it about to happen. She said a silent prayer that somehow, someway, someone good would be able to come and rescue her.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 10, 2008 12:08:47 GMT -5
"...You tell me. Considering you just appear out of nowhere, get weird looks from practically everyone else in the Distribution Center, run away, Racetrack punching you, you punching Racetrack...and by the way...I think I fell on something sharp when you threw me off your back so..."
Before he could reply, she'd got her hand free and had smacked him. He'd been distracted, and she'd taken advantage of that. His head moved to the left slightly and then he snapped it back to glare at her. It wouldn't have hurt so bad if it wasn't in the same spot as before. Mike rubbed his cheek and then grabbed her free hand again. He needed to get this over with, or else people were going to start asking questions.
"Thanks for being a pain in my side,"
Mike sneered at her and replied, "Trust me, the feelings mutual..." Licking his lips, Mike looked around. This was taking way longer than it should have. It shouldn't even be happening. They fact that this girl, small as she was, had built up the courage to approach him was beyond him. The fact that she was even here and talking to him like she was was amazing to Mike. He was the one that her trapped; she should be begging for him to stop. He tightened his grip.
"What if I don't deliver this message you want me to give?" she asked timidly. "...Or what if I don't want to?"
Mike seemed to think about this for a moment, before replying, "Well, lets put it this way, love.." He slammed her against the wall behind them and got inches from her face. "You either give them my bloody message in one piece or you give it to them broken..." He threatened her.
"No..."
Mike snickered and shook his head. The confidence she had earlier was definitely going down. "Yep..." Mike shrugged. He wondered how the newsies would react to this; she was sure to tell them.
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Post by Dreamer on May 10, 2008 22:28:36 GMT -5
Dreamer now regretted slapping the guy in the face, because now he looked more ticked than ever. She groaned mentally, still looking at those cold eyes.
"Trust me, the feelings mutual..."
"Glad we have one thing in common," Dreamer said sarcastically.
His grip tightened so much on her wrists, it hurt. She nearly doubled over and yelped a bit, but now so loud.
"OW!" she exclaimed. "What is your problem?"
"Well, lets put it this way, love.."
BAM! Dreamer was slammed against the brick wall, practically banging her head hard.
"Ah!" she exclaimed louder at the pain it had caused.
"You either give them my bloody message in one piece or you give it to them broken..."
"...LET GO OF ME!" Dreamer shouted, starting to struggled violently against this guy.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 11, 2008 10:47:04 GMT -5
"Glad we have one thing in common,"
Mike sneered and tightened his grip ever so slightly. "You better watch it, love..." He smirked as she yelped in pain. For some reason, Mike was enjoying this way more than he should be. It was a rush. It may seem crazy, but it gave him a sense of relief.
"OW!" she exclaimed. "What is your problem?"
Mike glanced over his shoulder, willing the people behind him to keep walking. Turning back to her, he replied, "My problem is you and how you don't mind your own buisness..." He narrowed his eyes, frustration kicking in.
"...LET GO OF ME!"
She started to struggle and Mike tightened his grip on her hands, causing bruises. He pushed against the wall and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Tell your leader, this is a warning." He let go of her and shoved her once more. "I could have done far worse, remember that love..." And with that, Mike turned on his heel and left.
((That was bloody awful))
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Post by Dreamer on May 11, 2008 20:26:29 GMT -5
"Tell your leader, this is a warning."
Dreamer shuddered and closed her eyes when the guy whispered this in her ear. She tried to turn her head away as if to chase away and awful nightmare with her mind. Her knees almost buckled, but she still stood her ground.
"Who are you?" she whispered, almost in fear.
He shoved her before turning away. Hard. Rubbing her shoulder, she glared at him from behind.
"I could have done far worse, remember that love..."
On an act of impulse thinking, Dreamer grabbed a nearby rock, and threw it with all her might, managing to hit the back of the guy's head. It wasn't hard enough to knock him to the ground, though. It was a small rock anyway. But Dreamer hardly took any notice of that.
"Remember this love," she mimmicked sarcastically as she backed away. "So.Could.Have.I..."
BAM! The next thing she knew, Dreamer had tripped backwards thanks to a bunch of fruit crates, and landed with her back to the ground, slamming her head on the concrete.
Well, that was graceful...
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 11, 2008 22:20:46 GMT -5
"Who are you?"
Mike smirked at her fear and decided to take it one step further. Inching to wards her, Mike chuckled. "I'm Mike D. Greaser, love..." He ran a finger from her cheek, down her jaw bone and unto her shoulder blade. A sensation went through his body as she became more frightened. Mike was having fun torturing this poor girl.
"Remember this love, So.Could.Have.I..."
Mike grunted as a rock hit the back of his head. What was this girl thinking? He whirled around, with a threatening look in his eyes. "Bloody hell! Do you just want to be killed?" He advanced toward her, glaring daggers at her.
When she tripped and fell, Mike burst out laughing. "Oh yeah, I'm shaking in my boots, love!"
{Would you care if Mike punched you? Haha... I feel bad...}
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Post by Dreamer on May 12, 2008 16:49:08 GMT -5
Mike. His name was Mike. Mike D. Greaser. Perfect name for someone who practically acted as the source of all evil. "Oh yeah, I'm shaking in my boots, love!""Ow..." Dreamer pushed herself off the ground, holding her head still. "You will in a minute" she replied with anger in her voice She threw a punch in Mike's gut as she walked up to him ((Yeah, go ahead. I don't mind  )) |
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 13, 2008 9:09:54 GMT -5
"You will in a minute"
Her punch was weak and there wasn't much behind it. But considering how small she was, that girl could pack a pretty could punch. His head snapped to the right then snapped right back. A deathly look was in his eyes as he grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. "You better watch it, love..." He sneered on the last word.
What was this girl thinking? Throwing a punch at a guy who had her cornered in an alleyway?! Mike wasn't to happy about beating up a girl, he didn't usually fight girls. But if she kept this up, Mike would reconsider.
{Sorry, it is short}
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