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Realistic or Modern The Best Years In Grandview High

Drew Torres....heheheh...


He was originally a character from Southside College. A real son of a bitch. He had guns, money, drugs, women, damn, that guy....He even killed a dude for trying to kill his girl. He then moved to a different RP that never started. He shall be revived here.
 
"-The Death of Michael Dallas-


Drew Torres


"Your worst fuckin' nightmare" Drew said with a chuckle. "Drew Torres. You're Russel. Now c'mon, let's get the fuck out" Drew said. He got up and started walking slowly, unnoticed by the cops. There were alot of people moving around to keep track of, Drew used this as cover. "Yo, let's move, follow me" Drew said to Dallas and Mark. They fell in line behind Drew. The four passed Ella. "Hey, you wanna go to Jail? Nah? Then follow us, we'll get you outta here." Drew said, confident. Ella also followed, reluctantly, but in good cause. They turned on Marshall Street, and kept walking, then the police noticed them. The police aimed their handguns at them, yelling at them to halt. That's when the shit hit the fan.


Dallas


Dallas jumped 20 feet in the air when the cops caught them. He instinctively went to his revolver and aimed, firing three shots blindly at the cops. He hated cops. This got him murdered. His pitiful life flashed before his eyes as the police men fired back, and his world became a fiery hell, the sensation of pain from the bullets that ripped through his flesh like none he had ever felt. He screamed, well, tried to, but no words came out, because just then, one of the bullets hit Dallas in the neck. A total of 22 bullets had been fired, 16 hitting Dallas. Dallas crumbled to the floor, dying as a criminal. Dying as a man with a gun in his hand, for all the wrong reasons. Dying as just another statistic of the Southside PD Database.


Drew Torres


Most everyone ran from the shots, but not the four. The four stood, mouths agape. They were all a fair distance from Dallas when the shots came, except for Ella. Ella was in the line of fire. Ella was going to die. She stood, frozen, her shooting cherry just being snapped. Drew knew for a fact that she could save her, knew he had her life in his hands. He may have hated her, but not so much that she would let the girl die. He took off sprinting, and just as a stray bullet whizzed through the air towards Ella's head, Drew tackled Ella, saving her life. The bullet hit a tree instead. Drew covered Ella's body with his, shielding her for the rest of the duration of the gunfire. When it was over, Drew looked up, and he saw Dallas's lifeless body. Saw his smoking gun. Drew was horrified."


R.I.P.
 
My computer freaked out and changed my tab without my notice so I moved my character to the character signup. Sorry about that.


I'm looking for friends, enemies, and possible crushes. Message me if you're interested in any of these parts. Thanks!
 

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