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e11even · 11-04-2013, 02:14 PM

[AOWL Title Match; Topic "Some stories don't get to have happy endings."]

The delicate balance of life rests on but a few variables-
from conception to burial, gated residences to barrios.
What makes us US? What does it take to undo this?
One usually won't know short of what would push us through it...

Sara, 29- working mother of two. Married happily.
New varied stacks cuz the Mr.'s backed by contractor salary.
She's on that day off.
Mark, 32- humps with the battery.
Finds a civilian life beside the military to be flattering.

Davis, 40- Mavis Beacon-supported, no jobs rewarded him.
Jousting his boardem with three on-board for licks, casually joining in.
Mom's worn Oldsmobile... materials torn in it- a hero was born within...
Jason, his older bro, comatose- since those Iraqi mortars took most his limbs...

The kids are home again... James and Carla- from the neighbor's gala.
Sara, the sleuth, attained a harbored refrain from both. Trained, she barks up,
"I smell weed!!! Who's retarded enough to abuse our 'behaved teen' charter?!?!"

"MOM!!! The neighbors use!!! We almost caught contact like Jodie Foster! offered- but we departed. It's True!"
"Kids." Sara said, reflecting on her memories of eighths and shrooms...

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

There's a knock at the door... breaking the concentration from her making stew.
Sara, chopping the veggies, sets the crock pot to warm, and lets the apron loose...

The door slowly opens before him, a warm light shown
as if greeting salvation and fortune to its face. This time's his alone.

"Hey darling... I couldn't wait to see you..." Mark said, in stark contrast to his battered appearance.
She gasps, hands over her mouth, praying they mask what she's fearing...
There's a click... her eyes widen... the following sound from the blast uncaps all her feelings.

KOOOWWW!!!!! Pink spatter hits Sara's face and chest as she rejects reasoning.
Her brain partially shuts down, hardly seeing anything except the exit wound... the awe deepening.

Davis lets Mark's limp carcass collapse into the house, his head spurts.
The four man mob let's lead work, shots into the ceiling, the bitch's leg jerked.
In and out... simple drill... you got this shit. Pretense against noviceship lied in dominance.
They scour the closets and cabinets for signs of prominence... against the clock, something's gotta give.
"Where the fuck is the safe??" Davis yells... only making himself look irritated, this aim a flop.
"Ayo, D... where the bitch at?" said one homie, pointing at her former spot...
"Find her, Ock!!!! Am I supposed to get that twat AND search BY MYSELF with this glock?!"
"Nahhh...we got you..." says another gun with hungry eyes, hoping the pussy was his if he had the drop.

Sara makes it upstairs trembling in disbelief, sensing squeaks...
End of the hall floor, she uncracks the door, James and Carla in one pissing piece.
Holes in the floor at Carla's feet where the thugs popped off... still a sizzling stink...
You hurt my family, I'll destroy yours... "You guys been missing me?"
They smile. "Go get em, Mom. Make all those punk bitches bleed!" Grins Carla.
"Show them what happens when an agent gets presented venison meat!" James said in a soft hum.
She inched in exit, body of fear headless, heart beat like a drum.

"Fuck that ho, split up!" Davis instructed, opening cupboards, ripping out buckets...
They spread thin, in different rooms, too distant for hushes... THUD!!!!
Davis backtracks into a bathroom... "What the fuck?!!?!?!" A throatslit ally dumped in the tub.
WHAM- SWASHHH!!!! He runs gun first into the dining hall... chandelier on top of a homie's body, sprawled. "FUCK!!!!!!"
A hand creeps up his torso and palm strikes his chin, he's reeling...
Sight on the ceiling, a swift stomach kick drilling him quick, repeats of punches to his kidneys...
"OKAY!!!! STOP!!!! FUCK!!!! I QUIT, BITCH!!!!!! Who are you?!" He yelped quickly...
"I'm an FBI Special Agent, Real name's Tiffany, and you killed Mark, my mark- so simply
put, your motherfucking life is ENDING!!!! You get me?" Blood seeps from his tongue and she's grinning.

"So now what?" Says a voice behind her as a CLICK reminds her, she missed one.
"You die..." She spins, dips, flips the firearm hand up, knuckles his throat, then kicks his dick with a higher
level of aggression than an offended horse hitting its rider. While he moans, she grabs his wrist, grips it like pliers,
and whips it back in the direction from which it'd be fired. He's shocked. "My aim is way tighter!!!"
She makes him pull the trigger.... KOOOWWWWWW! his scatter brained appearance proves he's permenantly retired.

"My bro knew your husband... he served in the same contracting firm.... he hadta learn."
"Oh, so he got what he fucking deserved!!!" Gun in hand, safety off, she was done sounding reserved.
He's weeping... she manages an expression forging concern. "He was a good man, you fucking absurd
excuse for a man. You're a worm! Your brother was responsible for his own terms!!!!" CLICK.
"But we were supposed to grow together and now the doc will never get him limbs he had earned!!!!"
Sara smiles and aims. "So you robbed us to get burned. Look. Mark and I had a future too... but death is our worth.
Stop pretending." She puts him face to face with his friend's piece.

"You are a crazy fucking BITCH!!!! We could've been great!!! Nobody else fucking gets me!!!"
"Well, kid. Just ask my dead husband over there" She chuckles and crouches,"Some stories don't get to have happy endings."

KOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!

breathless · 11-05-2013, 04:42 PM

Damn man, this was spectacular... To be honest, I was just getting bored when Mark was at the door, thought it was going a typical PTSD guy kills himself in front if family approach was wondering why you mentioned Davis..., and you pulled the twist of the robbery, I was like, alright, intrigue piqued...and then right as my interest was dwindling with that, bam... Mom flips her shit and started whoopin ass, intrigue peaked... Climactic fight scene extraordinaire... And another twist with her being FBI... Dude, this was like so imagery filled I was literally watching the movie in my head. You set it up all so perfectly, I am seriously, seriously impressed with the first through read...

Faves
"So now what?" Says a voice behind her as a CLICK reminds her, she missed one.
"You die..." She spins, dips, flips the firearm hand up, knuckles his throat,
*****then kicks his dick with a higher level of aggression than an offended horse hitting its rider.
While he moans, she grabs his wrist, grips it like pliers,
and whips it back in the direction from which it'd be fired.*****
He's shocked. "My aim is way tighter!!!" She makes him pull the trigger....
KOOOWWWWWW! his scatter brained appearance proves he's permenantly retired.

Straight up, I think this should be a HOF nomination

e11even · 11-05-2013, 07:18 PM

Wow. Thanks man. I'm really honored. Thanks!

11-04-2013, 02:14 PM	#1
e11even V.V Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: . Posts: 2,076 Battle Record: 31-20 Rep Power: 6247256	RolePlay [AOWL Title Match; Topic "Some stories don't get to have happy endings."] The delicate balance of life rests on but a few variables- from conception to burial, gated residences to barrios. What makes us US? What does it take to undo this? One usually won't know short of what would push us through it... Sara, 29- working mother of two. Married happily. New varied stacks cuz the Mr.'s backed by contractor salary. She's on that day off. Mark, 32- humps with the battery. Finds a civilian life beside the military to be flattering. Davis, 40- Mavis Beacon-supported, no jobs rewarded him. Jousting his boardem with three on-board for licks, casually joining in. Mom's worn Oldsmobile... materials torn in it- a hero was born within... Jason, his older bro, comatose- since those Iraqi mortars took most his limbs... The kids are home again... James and Carla- from the neighbor's gala. Sara, the sleuth, attained a harbored refrain from both. Trained, she barks up, "I smell weed!!! Who's retarded enough to abuse our 'behaved teen' charter?!?!" "MOM!!! The neighbors use!!! We almost caught contact like Jodie Foster! offered- but we departed. It's True!" "Kids." Sara said, reflecting on her memories of eighths and shrooms... BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! There's a knock at the door... breaking the concentration from her making stew. Sara, chopping the veggies, sets the crock pot to warm, and lets the apron loose... The door slowly opens before him, a warm light shown as if greeting salvation and fortune to its face. This time's his alone. "Hey darling... I couldn't wait to see you..." Mark said, in stark contrast to his battered appearance. She gasps, hands over her mouth, praying they mask what she's fearing... There's a click... her eyes widen... the following sound from the blast uncaps all her feelings. KOOOWWW!!!!! Pink spatter hits Sara's face and chest as she rejects reasoning. Her brain partially shuts down, hardly seeing anything except the exit wound... the awe deepening. Davis lets Mark's limp carcass collapse into the house, his head spurts. The four man mob let's lead work, shots into the ceiling, the bitch's leg jerked. In and out... simple drill... you got this shit. Pretense against noviceship lied in dominance. They scour the closets and cabinets for signs of prominence... against the clock, something's gotta give. "Where the fuck is the safe??" Davis yells... only making himself look irritated, this aim a flop. "Ayo, D... where the bitch at?" said one homie, pointing at her former spot... "Find her, Ock!!!! Am I supposed to get that twat AND search BY MYSELF with this glock?!" "Nahhh...we got you..." says another gun with hungry eyes, hoping the pussy was his if he had the drop. Sara makes it upstairs trembling in disbelief, sensing squeaks... End of the hall floor, she uncracks the door, James and Carla in one pissing piece. Holes in the floor at Carla's feet where the thugs popped off... still a sizzling stink... You hurt my family, I'll destroy yours... "You guys been missing me?" They smile. "Go get em, Mom. Make all those punk bitches bleed!" Grins Carla. "Show them what happens when an agent gets presented venison meat!" James said in a soft hum. She inched in exit, body of fear headless, heart beat like a drum. "Fuck that ho, split up!" Davis instructed, opening cupboards, ripping out buckets... They spread thin, in different rooms, too distant for hushes... THUD!!!! Davis backtracks into a bathroom... "What the fuck?!!?!?!" A throatslit ally dumped in the tub. WHAM- SWASHHH!!!! He runs gun first into the dining hall... chandelier on top of a homie's body, sprawled. "FUCK!!!!!!" A hand creeps up his torso and palm strikes his chin, he's reeling... Sight on the ceiling, a swift stomach kick drilling him quick, repeats of punches to his kidneys... "OKAY!!!! STOP!!!! FUCK!!!! I QUIT, BITCH!!!!!! Who are you?!" He yelped quickly... "I'm an FBI Special Agent, Real name's Tiffany, and you killed Mark, my mark- so simply put, your motherfucking life is ENDING!!!! You get me?" Blood seeps from his tongue and she's grinning. "So now what?" Says a voice behind her as a CLICK reminds her, she missed one. "You die..." She spins, dips, flips the firearm hand up, knuckles his throat, then kicks his dick with a higher level of aggression than an offended horse hitting its rider. While he moans, she grabs his wrist, grips it like pliers, and whips it back in the direction from which it'd be fired. He's shocked. "My aim is way tighter!!!" She makes him pull the trigger.... KOOOWWWWWW! his scatter brained appearance proves he's permenantly retired. "My bro knew your husband... he served in the same contracting firm.... he hadta learn." "Oh, so he got what he fucking deserved!!!" Gun in hand, safety off, she was done sounding reserved. He's weeping... she manages an expression forging concern. "He was a good man, you fucking absurd excuse for a man. You're a worm! Your brother was responsible for his own terms!!!!" CLICK. "But we were supposed to grow together and now the doc will never get him limbs he had earned!!!!" Sara smiles and aims. "So you robbed us to get burned. Look. Mark and I had a future too... but death is our worth. Stop pretending." She puts him face to face with his friend's piece. "You are a crazy fucking BITCH!!!! We could've been great!!! Nobody else fucking gets me!!!" "Well, kid. Just ask my dead husband over there" She chuckles and crouches,"Some stories don't get to have happy endings." KOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!! __________________ Ahem. Last edited by e11even; 11-04-2013 at 02:51 PM.

11-05-2013, 04:42 PM	#2
breathless Master of Beastiality Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: Lansing, Mi Posts: 368 Battle Record: 4-6 Rep Power: 0	Damn man, this was spectacular... To be honest, I was just getting bored when Mark was at the door, thought it was going a typical PTSD guy kills himself in front if family approach was wondering why you mentioned Davis..., and you pulled the twist of the robbery, I was like, alright, intrigue piqued...and then right as my interest was dwindling with that, bam... Mom flips her shit and started whoopin ass, intrigue peaked... Climactic fight scene extraordinaire... And another twist with her being FBI... Dude, this was like so imagery filled I was literally watching the movie in my head. You set it up all so perfectly, I am seriously, seriously impressed with the first through read... Faves "So now what?" Says a voice behind her as a CLICK reminds her, she missed one. "You die..." She spins, dips, flips the firearm hand up, knuckles his throat, ***then kicks his dick with a higher level of aggression than an offended horse hitting its rider. While he moans, she grabs his wrist, grips it like pliers, and whips it back in the direction from which it'd be fired.*** He's shocked. "My aim is way tighter!!!" She makes him pull the trigger.... KOOOWWWWWW! his scatter brained appearance proves he's permenantly retired. Straight up, I think this should be a HOF nomination __________________ I used to be amazing... http://soundcloud.com/dancourser/sets

11-05-2013, 07:18 PM	#3
e11even V.V Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: . Posts: 2,076 Battle Record: 31-20 Rep Power: 6247256	Wow. Thanks man. I'm really honored. Thanks! __________________ Ahem.