I grew up. [Inactive]

After about 30 seconds Chris backed away and looked at Holland. "Does that explain it?" C asked. "I'm sorry Holland. I just... needed to."
 
Holland smiled slightly at Chris, touching her lip lightly. "No, you don't need to apologize. You explained your point quite well," she said, her cheeks flushed.
 
Chris pulled out his gun and cocked it to make sure it still had ammo, because he didn't know what else to do. Should he kiss her again? No. Too soon. So he just stood their awkwardly
 
After an awkward pause, Holland cleared her throat and straightened up. "We should probably head back to the safe house. See what the status is on the Pride," she suggested.
 
"Uh. Yea. Good plan.". Chris said. Instead of just running down, he waited for Holland to be ready. He checked his gun once more, and then waited by the door.
 
Holland grabbed a freshly loaded gun from her room, and checked her knife belt before meeting Chris as the door. She glanced at him, then strolled outside to turn on the car.


(gtg, be back on later)
 
(Alright.) Chris followed Holland to the chair. He got in the drivers seat (assuming she was tired as fuck) and waited for her.
 
4:15 am - Galen had dressed, got his fun and was sitting in his car, He looked at his phone, looking at "'Chris" in his contacts, he decided not to call him for this and drove to Piro safehouse. He had left the body of the south devil assasin in his apartment, he figured he'd clean it up when he got back. There were 10 gang members witing with the equipment they were going to use for the attack. 2 cars, German sniper rifles, Ak's, ect. Even though the gang didnt usually use these guns, Galen had ordered them to get hold of them, he knew the higher up leaders wouldnt approve but he simply didnt care.


5am - They arrived at the location of the leader of The Pride, it was a series of apartment blocks and houses, "Which one is she in?" Galen asked a gang member "That house there, she's only temporarily taking over for their real leader, Derek" The member replied (when your the biggest gang in detroit it isnt to hard to get alot of information). "Ok ready the car" Galen said. If all went well, the pride should be taken by complete surprise and they should be able to leave with no casualties on their side (Galen is very smart, he is not just going to charge in guns blazing). He looked through the sniper scope and saw 2 men outside the house Blake was in, also countless more look outs in apartment buildings, on roof's and probably many other places that he couldnt see. "Everyone has a target, should we shoot?" the member asked Galen. "Not yet, shoot on my say". Galen looked down from the roof that he was on, he could see the gang members positioning the cars. one was going to blow (most) of the house Blake was in up and the other would blow an apartment up. Galen watched as the gang members below put rocks on the acceleration of each car, they sped towards their targets... Galen could see the lookouts had noticed. "NOW!" Galen yelled, From all around bullets were fired, He watched lookout after lookout dropped dead, then KABOOM the cars hit their targets and exploded on impact. The Pride were quite well trained, they had killed about 10 lookouts only because they had caught them by surprise, Now they were all taking cover. "Lets go!" Galen called through his walkie talkie, and sprinted down the stairs of the apartment building.


(OOC i would never kill off blake in one of these sort of scenarios, its up to you if you want to kill off derek ect. but this was quite well planned so i think its realistic enough to happen.)
 
Holland got into the shotgun seat after double checking she had her other gun in the back of the car. She closed the door and said, "Let's go."
 
Chris started up the car. C knew going this direction (probably northbound, but who gives a shit) he could go to Piro's, some pizza shop, a rundown 7/11 and some dealers.


He drove for about 15 minutes before pulling up at Piro's. Chris hopped out of the car, and waited for Holland.


(@lenalove21)
 
Holland had dozed off during their drive, but snapped awake when the car came to a stop at Piro's. She rubbed her eyes and reluctantly got out of the car, walking with Chris into Piro's.
 
The first thing Chris did was light up a cigarette, and a line of coke. He needed a pick-me-up, even though his previous actions should've been plenty enough. "So.. now that I'm readily awake, your turn to wake up." C laughed, talking to Holland. "Where is everyone?"
 
Chris pulled out his phone, and gave Galen a text. "Dude.. where the hell is everyone? This place is a wasteland."


He looked around. Lingernig smoke from last night, and booze bottles were pleasently still were they were. Alongside were mountains of cocaine and money.


@JacobLoL
 
After wandering about to scrounge up something to drink, Holland managed to find a strawberry cocktail that was strong and spiked with a drug she couldn't identify, but made the pounding in her head subside. She rolled her shoulders, sore from last night's escapade. "What do we do?"
 
Chris looked at her. "I don't know. Do we wait? Drive around? I wouldn't even know where to begin." he said, more talking to himself, but loud enough that Holland could hear him.
 
Blake woke up to the scuffle of boots on gravel...and an odd taste on her lips. Strange.


She slowly opened her eyes, seeing the closed roof above her and could feel someone next to her. Also strange.


She peaked over her chest, and saw Derek, his head in his arms, and it looked like he had fallen asleep watching her. That was either creepy or super endearing.


She sat up, her cramped muscles complaining. She looked fondly at Derek, and leaned forward to mess up his shaggy brown hair.


Derek awoke to someone messing with his hair... Blake?!


He quickly sat up, and smiled at Blake. He was acutely aware that her shirt had fallen dangerously low from her shoulder, and that he had fallen asleep while keeping watch.


Nice going, buddy.


Blake smiled back at him, and climbed out of the cot. She sat in a chair next to Derek, and subconsciously laced her fingers through his, only to realize what she was doing.


Blushing, she pulled her hand back. Derek protested. "Don't take it away! That was nice!"


Shyly, she took his hand again, and stared at his deep blue eyes, feeling somewhat fascinating. and ooooh, how great he smelled... They both leaned forward at the same time, inhaling deeply. Their forheads bumped, and before Blake could pull back, Derek had her head in his hands, and they were kissing like they'd been dating for years.


"Oh my god, Blake." Derek muttered, one hand playing in her hair.


He glanced up, noticing something out of the corner of his eye... Sniper.


He pushed Blake down, and carefully peered out the window. He saw a car running down at the complex...


"The window! Go!" He shoved her towards the window(btw, they're on the second story), and she protested.


"What about you?!" She stared at him desperately, tears welling up in her eyes.


He took her hand and stared into her brown eyes. "Don't sorry about me. Good bye."


He forced her out the window, and she swung off to the side just as the bomb exploded.


Unfortunately, that also meant that the building exploded as well.


Flying through the air, Blake cried out in pain as she felt her whole back be burned, and she collapsed in a pile on the hard ground, feeling her leg twist painfully beneath her, and a loud crack as it snapped.


She lay on the ground, surrounded by rubble, her eyes glazed over, and her vision becoming blurry, and she struggled to keep her eyes open, each weak heart beat bringing new pain.


And she blacked out when a small rock smashed against her head. (Rock from the explosion.)


(IF you guys decide to find Blake, you can make up as many injuries as you'd like. And sorry about not replying sooner. I wasn't getting the alerts.)
 
Galen sprinted out of the building, following closely behind him were the other gang members. "Lets go" Galen called out to the others as he jumped in the his car. He started driving, but he saw a dark figure lying in a heap on the ground, He slammed on the breaks giving him awful whiplash. He stepped out and ran towards the figure, It was Blake, She was unconscious. He knelt down and checked her pulse, still alive. "She's alive!" He yelled. "Shoot her! you know the rules!" A gang member yelled. Something very rare happened, Galen's nice, compassionate and friendly side started to show, his evil side continued to push at his mind "shoot her, shoot her!" but another voice "Are you serious? what are you doing with your life? leave her, get out of the hellhounds". Galen knew that the rules said that he was meant to shoot her, and he knew that it would be a death sentence if he left her here. "We're taking her with us" Galen replied. "What? You need to shot her!" the gang member replied yelling. Galen stood up "TIE HER UP AND PUT HER IN THE CAR... NOW!" Galen's voice became deap and extremely loud, scaring the other gang member. two gang members moved forward and put her in the car. Galen felt awful, he started to question in his mind if he should stay in the hellhounds or get out? He knew that they would kill her when they got back.


(OOC It's ok, you wont die, im thinking maybe Galen will set you free, idk )
 
Blake could see light through her eyelids. But she wasn't worried about the light, or the fact that her back was covered in nasty burns and her leg was broken. Her head was pounding and it felt Lille she had a concussion, something she hated but was used to.


She was thinking about Derek. She was pondering over the softness of his lips, the smell of his hair.


She remembered the scene, both of them wrapped up in the other's arms, kissing desperately and with frantic need. She recalled him looking up from her eyes, and noticing the bomb.... Bomb? Derek?!?


She snapped open her eyes and groaned lightly as the bouncing of the vehicle intensified, sending stabs of pain through her leg and head. The duct tape around her burnt arms weren't doing much for her either.


She silently took in her situation, cursing under her breath. Even if she did manage to escape- which was unlikely- she wouldn't get 10 feet away without collapsing.


She desperately needed water. Clearing her throat, she asked hoarsely "is there any water in this abomination of a vehicle?"
 
After nearly six hours of continuous training, Amaterasu got a phone call. There was a new job for her. As soon as she got geared up, she got into her sportscar and left her house, seemingly in a rush.
 
"Give her some water" Galen said to a gang member from the drivers seat. The gang member gave blake some water. Galen's guilt was still strong in his mind. His phone beeped, it was a text from Chris asking where they were, he decided not to reply as they were literally 2 minutes from Piro Safehouse where he assumed they were. They arrived at Piro, by this time Blake at fallen unconcious again. Galen stepped out, he could see Chris and Holland at the steps of the building "Take her to room 2, tie her to a chair or something": Galen said. "The first floor? what if she escapes?" The member replied. "Just... do it" Galen was starting to feel dizzy, what was going on with him?
 
Blake registered that she was being dragged somewhere, and set in a chair...


She cried out sharply as an unknowing person tied her legs to the chair. But knowing that they were not going to show her any mercy, she gritted her teeth and forced her eyes open. The lights were blindingly bright, and the tape was wrapped a little too tightly around her injured body.


She stared defiantly at the person who was wrapping her up in tape, and he snorted as he noticed her.


He stopped his work, and making sure Galen wasn't there, he stepped forward and slapped her with all his might.


Blake's head whiplashed, and she felt a trickle of blood come out of her mouth.


She straightened her head and cracked her neck, still glaring.


The man smirked and went back to wrapping her legs in tape. Blake let her head fall back, breathing weakly. She winced as his hands bumped her stomach, and it felt like a rib had snapped too. Shit.


Blake didn't even see why they bothered tying her up. The worst she could do right then was bite their kneecaps off, and she wasn't even sure she could do that.


Blake waited patiently, her breathing slightly laborious, for the torture to begin.


But no. I won't tell them anything. The Pride trusts me, and I will not backstab them like that.
 
Galen staggered into the building. "Woah, are ok dude?" A gang member asked Galen as he almost fell over trying to open the door to room 1. Galen didnt reaply he had a million thoughts racing through his mind "Was he really gonna do this?". He almost face planted into the small pile of cocaine trying to snort some of it. Galen extremely rarely did drugs, but he figured he should probably be extremely high if he was really gonna go go through with this. Galen had killed countless people, he had even planned this attack, initiated, why had this girl, Blake, suddenly broken him?
 
"I think they're back. Galen and maybe some hellhounds, I mean," Holland said, hearing noise near one of Piro's entrances. She turned to look over at Chris. "Do you think this is about the Pride? Maybe Galen attacked or something, just because he was pissed," she said thoughtfully. Holland shook her head, unsure.


(@Epoce)
 
Emillias dad was drunk, as usual really. She was already by the front door putting on her shoes "Where'd you think you're going?!" He slurred as she snatched her purse with the pepper spray in it off the counter. She glanced at her drunken dad with a soft gaze with anger only hidden behind it. "Out I'll be ba-" "don't take the car!" He interjected silencing her. Emillia pursed her lips and nodded before quickly exiting the house and swinging her purse onto her shoulder. She walked a few steps off the porch before speeding into a jog. The streets weren't to busy as she kept running, something she found herself to be rather good at. Running away, that's exactly what she felt like she was doing at that moment. She went until she found herself needing to slow to a walk. She brushed her brown hair out of her face and sighed looking around, she doubted it was safe to just be aimlessly walking around, but it wasn't really safe at home was it?


((My first post here if anyone would like to interact with her feel free to as I am not to good at first approaches.))
 
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