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| Matthews | Feb 8 2007, 03:08 PM Post #16 |
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[Jake smirked as Star threw her arms around Jake. He in turn, placed his hands on her hips] Jake Matthews: I can tell... I mean damn... havin' Amaya dress up like me though? [Jake shakes his head] Jake Matthews: I'ma take it you were bored... jacked her clothes, then hid in here? [Star's eyes got wide as she just nodded. Jake was like a fuckin' psychic yo.] Jake Matthews: Well... if you're still bored... [Jake smirks once again as he lets go of Star. He walks over and grabs a steel folding chair. He folds it up and then proceeds to the bathroom door. Amaya is still just singing away like some broke ass Brooke Valentine. He shakes his head as he wedges the chair under the door handle, locking Amaya inside. he just smirks as he walks back to Star] Jake Matthews: ...wanna go grab a bite to eat? |
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| Star | Feb 8 2007, 03:17 PM Post #17 |
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Star's mouth dropped open and what he'd just done. he had managed to get Amaya to like him...but he was fuckin' up now. She could steal Amaya's clothes and get away with it. But him locking her in the bathroom? Even Star couldn't save Jake from the fate that could possibly await him. Star: She is gonna be maaaad at you! There was nothing Star wanted more at the time than to go out with him. She always wanted to get the hell out of dodge before Amaya broke the door down and pounced on him. PDW was run by a pack of hotheaded females. Star: But umm....sure. We can do that. |
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| Matthews | Feb 8 2007, 03:25 PM Post #18 |
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[Jake smiled as Star took him by the hand. They started to exit the locker room, when Jake suddenly got a bright idea. He stopped and looked at Star] Jake Matthews: Hold up. [Jake's smile got bigger as he let go of Star's hand and went back into the room. He went over to his locker and pulled out a black sharpie. He leaned down and picked up the white t-shirt Amaya had worn. He took both items over to the nearby table and signed his name across the chest. He finished it off with a few x's and o's and the phrase, "No Hard Feelings" before laying it on the floor in front of the door so there was no way she could miss it. Jake just smirked again as he walked back out of the room to rejoin Star, who was just looking at him] Star: Was that necessary? [Jake nodded] Jake Matthews: So where you wanna eat? |
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| Star | Feb 8 2007, 03:34 PM Post #19 |
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Star smiled and shook her head again. She should've been moving that chair from in front of the door and letting Amaya out but she wasn't. Knowing Amaya she probably wasn't even dressed yet. Star: Hmmm... She thought for a moment, having no idea why he always left it up to her when she could never decide. Star: How about we just start going and I'll let you know? |
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| Admin | Feb 8 2007, 03:36 PM Post #20 |
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Amaya had slid on a pair of jeans and a black and red small tee that stopped before her belly. She sat on the toilet and grabbed a pair of black socks. She continued to sing to herself as she slid on her new black and red air forces. She tied her shoes tight. She looke dat the closed door and figured she give Star and Jake more time to talk. She dug into her bag and pulls out her make up bag. She drops it in the sink and begins to make her face up pretty...still humming to herself. Some eyeshadow, some eye liner and a thick layer of lip gloss. It took her 7 minutes to make it all up. She finger combs her hair into the right place. She checked herself once more. She moves back to where she undressed and picked up Jake's clothes. She begins to fold them and places them on top of the toilet sink. She zipped her duffel bg close and realized she was still wearing Star's bracelet. Amaya: OK! YOU GUYS BETTER NOT BLIND ME WITH BODY PARTS CUZ IM COMING OUT! Amaya heard nothing. She frowned with a puzzled look on her face. She grab the door knob. It jiggled but it wouldn't open. Amaya: Guys??!? Hello?!?!?! Amaya started to jiggle the knob but the door wouldn't give. She pounded on the door now with a serious expression on her face. Amaya: Man...ya'll better stop playing with me!!!!! Star come on quit it..ho!!!!! Amaya heard nothing. Her eyes widen. No....there was no way they locked her in there. They were probably giggling on the other side. Amaya was screaming and shouting pounding on the door. Still no answer. After two minutes of yelling...she realized she was really locked in there. Amaya: [Bites her lip] These motherfuckers...... |
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| Matthews | Feb 8 2007, 03:46 PM Post #21 |
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[Jake and Star continued down the hall, hand in hand. They reached a ste of double doors, which Jake opened for Star. They walked outside into the parking garage and headed towards Jake's car. As they approached it, Jake hit a button on his keyring, and unlocked the doors. He walked Star over to the passneger side, opening the door for her. As she got in, she looked up at Jake] Star: How long do you think until she calls maintenance? [Jake just shrugs as he closes the door with a smirk. As he walks around to the back of the car, he pulls something out of his back pocket. It's a cell phone. He looks around, then suddenly he sees Latrisha Lamarte's car. He smirks again. He rushes over and lays it on the hood. He pulls out a pen and a small note tablet. He scribbles something down and folds it in half, placing the piece of paper under the phone. Jake just smirks as he ruhses back to his car. he opens the driver door and climbs inside, starting the engine up. He slowly backs out of his parking spot and exits the garage] |
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| Admin | Feb 8 2007, 04:00 PM Post #22 |
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Amaya paced herself back and forth trying to think on how she was going to get out. She looked up and saw the vent. She thought about it and pictured herself escaping like the movies. Amaya: [sucks her teeth] I ain't getting dirty up there...fuck that. She looked around but still found nothing that could pry the door open. She sat back on the toliet sit now angry and frustrated that she didn't even have a damn phone. She was tempted to kick the door down. ::If I break this shit....it's coming out of Jake's paycheck. :: Amaya picked herself back up, for some reason she looked into the closet, for what she didn't know. Amaya: YES! I'M SAVED! Miracle boy was one complete dumb ass. She found a large screwdriver sitting on top of a book of instructions on a machine he had built....obviously for himself... sitting in his room. Amaya hugged the screwdriver for dear life. She kicked her duffel bag out of the way and began to undo the hidges on the door, cussing to herself about how long she was in there. Slowly but surely she got all he hindges unscrewed. Amaya moved out of the way and pulled the door knob. She chuckled to herself. Amaya: Damn it! I coulda just did the door knob! The door came falling down and crashed against the mirror. Glass pieces flew everywhere. Amaya shurgged her shoulders and grabbed her duffel bag. She stepped over the door and hopped out of the bathroom. She looked around as she exhaled. No one. She saw what was holding the door. A freaking measely chair. She was confused about how Star could lock her in there. If she was weak she coulda die! Amaya continued...still angry. She saw the shirt Jake left behind. Amaya: No hard feelings?!?!?!?!.....Oh..I'ma show you no hard feelings. Amaya walked out of his room towards the front to the building. This was far from over. It was war! |
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| Star | Feb 8 2007, 05:26 PM Post #23 |
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Star looked over at Jake as he drove. She couldn't believe she'd actually left Amaya locked in the bathroom that way. Amaya would probably be more pissed at her than she would be at Jake. Boy oh boy. Star: Jake, we should really go back and let her out just in case... She paused a minute trying to think of a reasonable way to end her sentence. Star: Just in case she doesn't find a way out. And you know how that crazy ass Explicit Content likes to skip around like they run shit. Don't want her locked up in there if they decide to act stupid. |
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| Admin | Feb 8 2007, 06:03 PM Post #24 |
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Amaya walks back in with a small brown box from which she retrieved from the back of her car. She stopped by her office and placed the box on top of her desk. She opened her drawer and pulled out a gold sharpie and placed it in her ear. She grabbed a couple of coronas and put them in the box. She grabbed the box and casually walked out of the room. Amaya: He fucked with the wrong ghetto bitch.... Down the hall, Amaya ignored everyone and everything. She continued towards Jake's locker room. Amaya looked around before going inside. She locks the door behind her. She pulled out a beer and popped it open. She swallowed some and placed it on the floor to where she wouldn't knock it over. Her eyes lingered at the bathroom and the mess. She chuckles to herself and puts her hand in the box and pulls out three cans of spray paint. Green, Gold and Black. Amaya began spraying and tagging his entire room and all of his stuff. With words like "Fag" "Pussy" "Fake". She sprayed his walls, the tv, the radio, his equipment, his locker, his training sneakers. She decorated his room with her colors in hate words. She laughed as she destroyed all of his things. She chugged down one...two....beers. She reaches in the box and pulls out her cigerettes. She always said she wouldn't smoke in the building but she didn't care. The stale aroma of cigarettes filled the room. She chained smoke and drank the rest of her beer. She dropped cigerrete buds on the floor and squash them off with his dumb bells. Painting and stinking up his room was not enough for her. She got up and grabbed his stereo and smashed it across the room. She luaghed evily as she look at her destruction. Her buzz was making her tipsy. Her coincious was telling her enough was enough. After all he just locked her in the bathroom with a steel chair and who knew when they were coming back. Amaya packed up all her shyt. She flung all the bottle hitting the walls and letting them break. He sure was going to love this one. Amaya found the shirt he left behind for her. She grabbed it and walked out with her brown box. She walked out of the room and closed it. She pulls out a roll of tape and tapes the shirt to the door. She grabs the sharpie thatwas still on her ear and she scribbles over his stuff: TO JAKE: NO HARD FEELINGS...... LOVE AMAYA Amaya grabs a can of spray and sprays on the door "TINY NUTS INC." She throws the can back into the box and smiles wide. She continues down the hall. Amaya: Now it's time for that blunt. |
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