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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 13, 2010 0:00:00 GMT -5
I'm fine. A flatout lie, her lips spoke the words before her mind had even calculated what had been said to her. The last lie she had told had been in the Group Home and she couldn't even remember what juvenile thing it was over. But now she had lied again, to a perfectly nice young man. Who had given her a free hit, and who had asked her to dance.
Annabelle could not recall dancing with anyone before Cyle, ever. Not even her father, his illness kept him bedridden and away from her for the last months of his life.
She had always danced alone, and people had always been there to watch her dance. But she had never danced for anyone, she had always danced for herself. To make herself happy and to feel good.
Again that strong smell when he pulled her close and hugged her. His body was warm, she could feel every point at which he touched her. Even through her thick clothing she could feel his warmth, it reminded her of summer. When the sun actually used to shine, which rarely happened nowadays.
If you think we can break into it...then.. Her vocals warped, they were alluring and persuasive. I think that is a brilliant idea Cyle. I've heard of people robbing them before. She hushed her voice and moved slightly closer to him. All of them were murdered. She smiled, reassuring him that they could do it. That they were invincable.
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Post by cyle xavier sinclair on Jun 20, 2010 22:33:05 GMT -5
it's clean,it's pure, it's rare; [/b][/size]  [/center] it takes me there [/size][/center]
Cyle's whole mind was set on her, and the lights that paraded around her. The feel of her cold skin almost sent him into a shiver fit. He listened to her velvet voice speak, the amount of Z he had pumping through him made everything a bit slower, but clearer. He smiled at her as she proposed this new idea. He liked the thought of it already, like a Bonnie in Clyde. Without the dying in a fire fight of course. He wouldn't expect her to know who they were, but he did and that thought made him want her more, maybe even love her. Nah, that was the Z talking.
Nothing can touch us baby! We're closer to God than they ever dreamed. Cyle's hands snaked their way around her, swaying his hips rather suggestively, making her move with him. His face buried itself in her neck and hair, taking her in. The smell of her skin was a pleasant surprise every time, and it never grew old. He smiled, They would never grow old. Not like this.
Let's go. He said, pulling away from her and taking a deep breath, savoring her smell again. He took her hand in his and turned down the alley, closest to the warehouse.
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 20, 2010 22:46:49 GMT -5
Annabelle let her mouth pull back wide into a smile, she didn't giggle this time, she laughed hard, in a quite happy tone. They'll never get to us!
She followed after him, keeping her fingers wrapped tightly around his. It was getting late, or early rather. Whichever way you choose to look at it. Her eyes closed as they snuck through the alleys. There was a breeze that was cool enough to give her goose bumps, just the same happened every time Cyle touched her. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen to them. Her mind played movies of friendship, their friendship becoming to close...and other things. These 'other things' could make her toes curl.
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Post by cyle xavier sinclair on Jun 20, 2010 23:35:49 GMT -5
it's clean,it's pure, it's rare; [/b][/size] [/center] it takes me there [/size][/center]
Cyle squeezed her hand when the warehouse was in site. It was guarded by a few guards, and a huge fence. The place looked more like a barn than anything, but i guess it wasn't common for there to be a need for proper storage of a drug. That was like storing marijuana.
He smirked and turned to his new friend. He cupped her face and took a deep breath. Ready? He murmured, looking into her eyes as best he could. The only plan that came to mind was to take out the two guards, take their passes and to just walk into the back. Nothing special, but it was all they could do.
You take out the little guy, and i'll get the big one. Here, He took out a small gun from his bag, one he carried with him just incase a sell got out of hand, Use this on him. I'll get the other one with my bare hands. He laughed slightly and kissed her forehead, signalling that he was ready.
Cyle held her hand all the way up to the guard booth, where the gate was opened.
You guys can't be here, get your junkie asses back to the alleys. The shorter guard said. Cyle squeezed her hand, ready to take action.
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