by chimique, » Thu Sep 29, 2016 11:22 am
Lollipops and throwing knives~
All my friends are heathens. Take it slow...
The young girl stood before the man, looking up at him expectantly. "Mr... I'd suggest you should move before I call my friends." She said, giving off a toothy grin, crossing her arms. The man before her was a bulky one, his genes had been mixed with a german shepherds-the ears and tail colouring gave it away. And then there was her. She was short, and twiggy. With dachshund genes, she had the long, floppy ears that went way past her short cut bob. She watched him step closer, and flex his hands out of fists, and then back into them. "You sure you wanna threaten me?" He asked, letting a low snarl out. The girl, presumably named isabelle by her necklace, shrugged. "Come on guys, I need a lil' help!" She called out. A muscly woman stepped from the shadows, white, pit bull like ears on top of her head, tail straight out, teeth showing in slight annoyance-it was obvious she was going to win this fight, even just by herself. She stepped forwards again, and picked the boy up by his collar, being quite a few inches taller than him. "I can fling you across this room and make you leave her alone, or I can let you run. Now." She said, voice low and threatening. When he started to run, she kept a hold of the collar. "But I'd like to see you scared first." She said, releasing him, watching the man speed off, tail between his legs. "That was fun. You okay Iz?" She asked. Isabelle nodded, flipping one ear behind her shoulder. "Do you have the lollipop though?" She asked, ignoring the small scratch on her cheek. When the girl nodded, she took it and started to snack on it. "We're still visiting Cali's jewellery store tonight, right?" She asked, starting to walk along and look up at her. "Yep."
Wait for them to ask you who you know,
Isabelle walked alongside the leader, a labrador retriever mix. She had blond hair tied back into a tight ponytail, and a strict look about her. She came across the store, and kept a hand rested on the gun. "Isabelle, if you do this right, we won't even need me. Your first solo mission." She promised. "Okay then, Lilac. Thanks for the mask, by the way." Isabelle agreed, stepping forwards, knives held in shaky hands. When she came in sight of the of the cashier, she let out a low laugh. "Knives are not allowed inside the premises, miss." The woman said, her pug ears flickering, sensing danger. "Really? How about we make a deal. i'll put these back and you give me these pretty little necklaces?" She said, walking over, and standing near the biggest display case-the ones that costs were in the hundreds. "Miss, I don't think you're being fai-" "And I don't think you understand." Replied isabelle, soon by her, knives held in a threatening position. "Wanna hand over them now?"She asked. But still, again, she shook her head. Isabelle shot the knife down into the table, engraving a long cut in it. "I'll give you one more chance." She said, teeth bared. When the woman finally nodded, offering the keys, isabelle stopped. "Hm... Add a lil' bit of cash in there, would you?" She asked, holding a hand out. When the desired amount of money was handed over, she pocketed it and grinned. "Got any friends we could visit?" She asked, waiting for an answer. "...Ms. Merri's geek emporium?" She asked. isabelle nodded, pulling her mask down a little more. "Thanks, Cal."
Please don't make any sudden moves,
At that, isabelle let the door fall behind her with a loud crash. "Leader Olly, you know, I think I did pretty well." She said, watching the girl jump slightly at the sound, and turn around, book in hand. "Pff- Are you reading three little pupp-" Isabelle started, before 'Olly as she had been nicknamed clamped a hand around her mouth. "Shush. No, I'm not. I'm drawing in it. It's a notebook." She said, voice low, close to a growl. "Still, you chose one with puppies on it. That's like the cats choosing one with-ha-kittens on it!" She said, starting to laugh, a high pitched giggle emitting from her. Olly rolled her eyes, and started to walk away, long legs making large strides. isabelle stubbled to keep by her side- "Can we scare the others?" She asked, eyes looking up at her happily. "Hm... I think I'd rather draw." Olly muttered, running a hand through her hair-that she had taken out, by the band on her wrist. She looked at her tattoo, the glow and the dark bat seeming to frown as much as she was, as she adjusted her own mask. "Hey, Olllyyy! Don't be mean!" Isabelle whined, shaking her shoulders slightly-having to stand on her tip-toes to do so, even then barely reaching her. Was she giving her the cold shoulder? of course she was. It was how she dealt with annoyance, and she stole when in fits of anger. Sometimes Olly would visit three stores in one night-usually making over a thousand dollars. isabelle admired her for that, how she could tunnel her anger into stealing rather than tantrums, like she did. "Well then, I'll scare them myself."
You don't know the half of the abuse
Isabelle watched her friend walk inside, slowly sipping on her drink-she had promised not to give isabelle away, so she was acting as casual as possible. Isabelle stumbled after, gaining a few worried looks. "Uh, hey, Issy. You... Okay?" The poodle eared man said, leaning forward. "You don't look so good." He said, raising an eyebrow. Isabelle frowned, and leant forwards, groaning. "That owner girl hit me... She's strong for a little one." She grumbled, her acting was rather good for being so young and little. She kneeled down, and held her stomach tighter, groaning louder. The mans smile fell, "Issy, seriously!" He said, crouching down next to her, trying to move her hands away from her stomach. "I-I'm fine fabio..." She stuttered out, hand grabbing his watch and pulling it off, unnoticed at first. "...Isabelle. Are you serious?" He asked, serious look fading to a frown. "You tricked me again, didnt you? You're mean, you know that?" He asked, stepping forwards and lightly shoving her. Isabelle started to snicker, and got up. "Thanks for the watch, Fabi!" She exclaimed, looking it over before running off, Fabio hot on her tail.
Welcome to the room of people
Isabelle sat happily, elbows propped on the table. "Fabi, you get so angry so easy." She said, sighing, twirling the watch around her fingers, grinning cheekily at him, as if daring him to take one step closer to her-she knew if he did hurt her bad enough, he would get kicked out of the group-and it was much better to have the 'lollipop' gang on your good side than your bad one. She rolled her eyes at Fabio offering a cookie, until he spoke the words- "It's homemade." With that, Isabelle dropped the watch and snatched the cookie. "See, this is mine now. That is yours again... And these are really nice." She mentioned, taking another bite, eyes widening. it did taste quite good, unlike the other things fabio had cooked. "Yeah. Olly made it." He said-it was his turn to grin. "Fabio, you can't just try and pass off her cookies for your own!" She exclaimed, getting up, but not before stuffing the entire baked good in her mouth and starting to crunch it "I didnt technically try to pass it off as my own, I admitted that Olly cooked it, I just said they're homemade!" He replied, slowly getting up as well, ready to bolt if he had to-although isabelle was rather fast, Fabio was definitely faster. Isabelle started to run after him, but fabio bolted, barging into a room. When he saw it, he stopped. "...Olly... Why are there so many people here?" He asked. "New, and better gang members. You can stay, but you have to stay quiet." She threatened. That was when she accidentally pulled the trigger. The bullet shot past, and decided to embed itself in Isabelles hand. She gasped. "Oh hel- Are you alright? I'm sorry!" She said, running forwards, barely catching the girl.
Who have rooms of people that they loved one day
Olly shakily lay the girl down, in the sitting position. She pulled the plaid jacket from around her waist, and wrapped it over the wound. "I can buy another of these, easily." She muttered, then slowly turned around, gathering her let loose hair into a ponytail. "And... As for you, Flavio. You saw too much." She said, holding a gun to his head. "I...Really don't want to hurt you. You're going to the prison. As far as Isabelle knows, you betrayed us all and brought the police here, so we had to fight them off. Understood?" She said, voice low and growl-like. Flavio's eyes widened, and he looked up in fear. "W-what? Can she still visit me?" He asked, voice quiet, and fearful. Olly shrugged her shoulders, a small smirk on her face now. "That's if she wants to see you after you betrayed us all." She replied. Flavio sighed, and turned around. '"Fine. Let's go." He said, starting to walk, the gun still pressed firmly against his head When he arrived, a sound similar to a bird in fear came out of his mouth-every one of his old gang members were there. "Surprised?"
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chimique, on Sat Oct 01, 2016 8:32 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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