by Daft Deception » Tue Nov 27, 2012 1:10 pm
(Sorry, i was doing something.)
She shrugged, "Just talkin to you." she smiled, "im not really doing something else."
Johna was in the rougher part of the city, trying to get a bit of money to buy some food, he had been living out on the streets for nearly a month and a half now, and the life of a bum wasnt treating him too well. He had laid off the drugs, and was stuck with smoking half gone cigarettes that he was trying to make last more than a day or two. He was extreamly skinny, under all his clothes, his ribs and back bone stuck out sharply, stabbing his soft skin. This time around he was put into a sticky situation, and unlike the time before, he wasnt getting out alive. Two guys walked towards him, from the other gang, two of the boys who werent there when Max had saved him once before. "What you doin on our turf again, Jo?" one of the boys taunted, he had a gun, with a nifty silencer on the end of the muzzle. "didnt we tell you to stay out a week ago?"
"I dont think he got the message Stan." the other put in.
"Maybe we need to put it in his brain permanently." they both smiled