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 Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 9:45 am
"We're stuck together for awhile. Why not make our time together fun?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 11:05 pm
 » IM 「 ↻ SEARCHING
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxF O R x S O M E T H I N G x T H A T x I xC A N T xR E A C H
( ◞ i dont like 'em innocent ) ❜ ⋮ i dont want no face fresh ) want them wearing leather
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ begging, let me be » your taste test
»` x 「 ° I LIKE THE SAD EYES *↓ BAD GUYS; MOUTH FULL OF WHITE LIES
xx⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ Fiona sat outside of a club, cigarette in between her fingers. It was almost two in the morning and all her friends were still inside dancing and drinking. She wasn't one for clubbing, but she was dragged along anyways. Sitting on the sidewalk, she stared at the passing cars, bustling people and flashing lights. Despite the annoying music and the smell of vomit, it was actually quite nice out. A playful smirk formed on her red stained lips as she placed the cigarette in her mouth and inhaled.
She couldn't decide whether to just go home or wait until she had some people to walk with. It was dangerous to walk alone at night in this city, especially if you were a pretty young girl. Fiona sighed as she decided to just wait for all her friends to come out of the club inebriated so she could go back to her little apartment.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 8:28 pm
 Ɇthan ӍacѦuley Ethan sat around the corner on his motorcycle, waiting for the black van outside of the club to radio him the go ahead. As if on cue, his radio crackled, and a voice came through. "fair skin, red lips, lavender hair, denim. Right outside the door." It said, describing the person he was going to be looking for. Ethan clicked off the earpiece, tucking it into his pocket, and shoved his helmet back onto his head, before pulling both of his feet up off the ground as he kicked his bike into gear. He pulled up to the curb in front of the club smoothly, and parked the bike. The helmet came off again, and he glanced around, spotting the target fairly easily despite the crowd of people.
Ethan kicked down the stand, hopped off, and headed towards the door. As he approached, he glanced at the target, faking a double-take, and back tracking, acting like she had caught his eye. He was a good actor. He approached the girl and smiled devilishly at her. "You wouldn't happen to be going inside, would you?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck slightly as though it were a little awkward for him to be asking.
It would be easier to just pull someone off the street in a deserted area, but The Chief always wanted girls from the club for some reason. So, Ethan had to play the cool guy. The guy they felt comfortable leaving the club with. Only to turn around and betray the trust they had placed in him. He had done it more often than he cared to admit lately, but what was he supposed to do? It wasn't easy to get out once you were in. So now he stood there, trying to lure another pretty girl into his trap. hello.ftdi.44.echo.c
hello.ftdi.44.echo.c: In function 'main':
hello.ftdi.44.c:216:19: error: variable 'message' must be const
in order to be put into read-only section by means of '__attribute--((progmem))'
make: *** [hello.ftdi.44.echo.out] Error 1
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 8:53 pm
» IM 「 ↻ SEARCHING
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxF O R x S O M E T H I N G x T H A T x I xC A N T xR E A C H
( ◞ i dont like 'em innocent ) ❜ ⋮ i dont want no face fresh ) want them wearing leather
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ begging, let me be » your taste test
»` x 「 ° I LIKE THE SAD EYES *↓ BAD GUYS; MOUTH FULL OF WHITE LIES
xx⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ Fiona turned her head slowly, exhaling a large puff of cigarette smoke as she looked up at whoever as talking to her. She squinted her eyes at the man, her eyebrows raising at his question. "Yeah, just taking a smoke break." she lied. It was too late at night to deal with flirting a******s and she wasn't one for one night stands. With a smirk and a light laugh, the female removed the cigarette from her colored lips and held it once more in between her fingers. "Move along pal, there are easier prey." Fiona stood from where she was sitting, flicked her cigarette onto the sidewalk and stepped on it with her sneaker before turning on her heel towards the club entrance.
"See ya," Fiona cooed as she gave him a wink, strutting away. Creeps everywhere. The lavender haired girl made her way inside, her surroundings now becoming darker than before. Flashing lights flew about as if they were birds and pulsing, sweating bodies danced around her. She had been to enough clubs to know how to get around them and the people inside. Dancing her way through the crowds, Fiona reached her destination: the bar. Sitting at one of the stools, her slender hand signaled for the bartender to approach her. Leaning over the counter a bit, Fiona told him, "Dirty martinin." The man smiled and nodded towards her before starting to grab the necessary alcohol and other ingredients to create her drink.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 9:28 pm
Ɇthan ӍacѦuley Ethan smirked a bit as the girl waved him off. So she was going to play hard to get, huh? That was alright. He would play along if he had to. After all, he wasn't the Chief's hunting dog for nothing. He followed into the club, making his way to the bar after her, brushing off a few dance offers on the way. Ethan came up beside her, leaning against the counter and holding out his ID to the bartender between two fingers. "I'll take Jameson. On the rocks." He liked the taste of straight up whiskey. "Put her on my tab." He added, nodding his head at the lavender-haired girl.
He spun around once the bartender had checked his ID and tucked it back into his wallet. He was close enough to the girl to be heard over the music, but far enough to respect her space. "Maybe I don't want easy prey." He thought about it for a moment, deciding to amend his statement to sound a bit more appealing. "Easy is for the scumbags out there looking to get lucky on their way out the door." He added, pointing a thumb to the dance floor. hello.ftdi.44.echo.c
hello.ftdi.44.echo.c: In function 'main':
hello.ftdi.44.c:216:19: error: variable 'message' must be const
in order to be put into read-only section by means of '__attribute--((progmem))'
make: *** [hello.ftdi.44.echo.out] Error 1
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 10:06 pm
» IM 「 ↻ SEARCHING
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxF O R x S O M E T H I N G x T H A T x I xC A N T xR E A C H
( ◞ i dont like 'em innocent ) ❜ ⋮ i dont want no face fresh ) want them wearing leather
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ begging, let me be » your taste test
»` x 「 ° I LIKE THE SAD EYES *↓ BAD GUYS; MOUTH FULL OF WHITE LIES
xx⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ It was nice just sitting at the bar despite the terrible remixes they were playing. She loved EDM, but the songs they were playing were awful. And just as soon as she was able to get away from him he reappeared once more by her side. As the bartender placed her martini in front of her, Fiona picked it up the glass so gently it was if it would break if she held it any tighter. A sigh escaped her red lips as she brought the drink to her mouth and took a sip. Swallowing it down, she eyed the man next to her as he spoke. He didn't give up easy, did he?
Taking another sip, Fiona set the glass down on the counter again as she looked at the male. "Trying the gentleman approach, are we?" she asked with a playful smirk on her features before she rolled her eyes and started tapping her nails on the bar counter. She was too tired and sober to deal with anyone at the club. So she wasn't going to put up with his flirtatious moves. Although it was nice of him to pay for her drink; saves her money. "I must say, as annoying you already are, I respect your...drive."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 10:55 pm
Ɇthan ӍacѦuley Ethan gave a hurt look as the bartender slid him his own drink. He handed the man the cash for the beverages, and took a swig of the cold whiskey. "Me? Annoying?" He grinned. "First time I've gotten that one. Guess it's better than being a d**k or a creep, though." He shrugged. Normally the girls he was after found him charming. He was going to have to up his game if he really wanted to bring this one in. Not like he could ask the Chief to pick a different girl.
He took another swig of the Jameson, trying to decide what else he could do or say. Then he had an idea. Swallowing the last of his whiskey, he set the glass back down on the counter. "Wanna play a drinking game?" He asked, he knew of plenty from the guys playing them back at the hideout. He had a particular one in mind, though. One that was going to keep her busy long enough to get her buzzed enough to relax a little more. hello.ftdi.44.echo.c
hello.ftdi.44.echo.c: In function 'main':
hello.ftdi.44.c:216:19: error: variable 'message' must be const
in order to be put into read-only section by means of '__attribute--((progmem))'
make: *** [hello.ftdi.44.echo.out] Error 1
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 11:08 pm
» IM 「 ↻ SEARCHING
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxF O R x S O M E T H I N G x T H A T x I xC A N T xR E A C H
( ◞ i dont like 'em innocent ) ❜ ⋮ i dont want no face fresh ) want them wearing leather
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ begging, let me be » your taste test
»` x 「 ° I LIKE THE SAD EYES *↓ BAD GUYS; MOUTH FULL OF WHITE LIES
xx⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ Fiona chuckled a bit as he was taken aback by being called annoying. Taking another sip from her martini, Fiona analyzed the man up and down. He wasn't too muscular or too scrawny, a nice medium. He was lean, had chiseled features and pretty eyes. She wasn't going to lie to herself, he was pretty hot. But Fiona wasn't the kind of girl that could be swept away by looks alone. She learned that the hard way.
Continuing to tap her nails on the counter, her eyebrows raised at the offer of a drinking game. More alcohol she didn't have to pay for? Sign her up. "I suppose I'll humor you for a little bit. Which one?" she asked him playfully with a smirk on her lips. Out of her friend group, she was the best drinker. She was the only one who could hold down large amounts of alcohol. And even though many might not think so, the hangovers were worth it. The female quickly finished off her martini, eating the olive that was placed at the bottom of her drink. Slightly licking her lips but not enough to smudge her lipstick, she spoke up once more, "I'm Fiona, if you were wondering. And you are?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 11:58 pm
Ɇthan ӍacѦuley Ethan grinned at Fiona as he ordered a round of shots. "How about 'Never Have I Ever'? That's a fun way to get to know someone." He suggested with a smirk. It was kind of a childish game, but it could get pretty entertaining when you ended up drunk enough. Not that that would happen quickly for Ethan. It was more than just his charm and good acting that earned him the position of the Chief's hound. He had to be good at a variety of things. Drinking games happened to be one of them.
The bartender was lining up glasses to fill on the counter. "Ethan." He said with a grin, holding out a hand for her to shake. He was glad that she was going along with his plan. "What's your poison, Fiona?" Ethan asked, letting her choose the alcohol.
He had to admit to himself that he felt pretty bad, though. This girl was choosing to give him the tiniest bit of a shot to win her over, and at the end of all of this, if he was able to get her out the door, he was just going to stab her in the back. Normally the girls they brought back had little enough personality and were already drunk off their rears. Ethan didn't really like it, but he couldn't actually say he had found any of them particularly appealing, and honestly couldn't help but think they were stupid for trusting him so easily in the first place.
This girl was different though. She was more wary of strangers, and not trusting any old boy off the street. Ethan would genuinely be tricking her, in cold-blood. Luring her into a false sense of security, and then crushing it. Pushing the thought from his mind, he kept up his facade. After all, he really had no other choice. hello.ftdi.44.echo.c
hello.ftdi.44.echo.c: In function 'main':
hello.ftdi.44.c:216:19: error: variable 'message' must be const
in order to be put into read-only section by means of '__attribute--((progmem))'
make: *** [hello.ftdi.44.echo.out] Error 1
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 12:12 am
» IM 「 ↻ SEARCHING
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxF O R x S O M E T H I N G x T H A T x I xC A N T xR E A C H
( ◞ i dont like 'em innocent ) ❜ ⋮ i dont want no face fresh ) want them wearing leather
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ begging, let me be » your taste test
»` x 「 ° I LIKE THE SAD EYES *↓ BAD GUYS; MOUTH FULL OF WHITE LIES
xx⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ Fiona gave him a half smile and a small shrug. "Sure, why not? You start then." fixing her hair Fiona was surprised to see him offer her a handshake. That was new. Hesitantly, Fiona placed her pale and slender hand into his, giving it a small shake before she swiftly pulled her hand back. She didn't touch strangers too much, it made her uncomfortable. "Pleasure."
Pondering about what alcohol to go with, she thought about how drunk she wanted to get. In the end she just ended up going with her favorite and the classic. "Vodka." she told the bartender and the man happily started to fill the shot glasses he had lined up with the clear but dangerous liquid. To her, vodka was the easiest to down and it was in so many drinks that she had gotten used to the harsh taste.
Fiona looked back at Ethan, analyzing him once more. He didn't seem like a bad guy. She was actually starting to warm up to him a little bit. But Fiona probably knew better than anyone that first impressions aren't always true. And you never really know someone until you're stuck in a room with them. Too many past experiences had left Fiona with trust issues and a more cautious personality. Too many times had she let boyfriends f*** up her life. She wasn't going to let it happen again no matter how nice and genuine the guy seemed to be.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 1:57 pm
Ɇthan ӍacѦuley Ethan looked at Fiona out of the corner of his eye while he waited for the bartender to finish filling shot glasses with vodka for them. He was trying to judge her character as best she could, and so far she seemed hesitant and cautious. This game would be a good way for him to feel out what he needed to do to get her outside and up the street where the van would meet him.
Again, he felt pretty terrible that he was going to such lengths to get this girl to trust him, just to turn around and throw it in her face. But it was what he did. It was the only thing he really knew. Ethan had been forced onto the streets at the age of twelve. His single mother had died of an illness, and he refused to be taken into the foster system. He had found the Chief pretty soon after, and the other boy had taken him under his wing. Together, they had built up this gang from nothing. It was only fair that Ethan do his part....
Ethan thought for a moment, wondering what to say first. He drummed the counter with his finger tips. "Mmmm... Never have I ever.... Been on a roller coaster." He admitted, starting with something innocent, and looking to Fiona. hello.ftdi.44.echo.c
hello.ftdi.44.echo.c: In function 'main':
hello.ftdi.44.c:216:19: error: variable 'message' must be const
in order to be put into read-only section by means of '__attribute--((progmem))'
make: *** [hello.ftdi.44.echo.out] Error 1
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 2:14 pm
» IM 「 ↻ SEARCHING
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxF O R x S O M E T H I N G x T H A T x I xC A N T xR E A C H
( ◞ i dont like 'em innocent ) ❜ ⋮ i dont want no face fresh ) want them wearing leather
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ begging, let me be » your taste test
»` x 「 ° I LIKE THE SAD EYES *↓ BAD GUYS; MOUTH FULL OF WHITE LIES
xx⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ Fiona chuckled a bit. She wasn't easy to figure out. She was just a huge mixed drink that no one knew the ingredients to. It was a little silly, but Fiona had never actually rode a roller coaster. She wasn't one for amusement parks or anything. "Sorry, I'm not that simple." she told him with a playful smirk on her face. Fiona brushed a piece of her side bangs out of her face, deciding to go a cheap route. "Never have I ever... kissed a girl." the female chirped, knowing he had to take a shot for this one. If a man this age had never kissed a girl before then that was just sad.
Waiting for his reply, Fiona tapped her nails on the counter some more. She stared at the shot glasses that were lined in front of her, tempting her to just down them all right then and there. But, she had self control and she wanted to see how much information she could get out of Ethan. This particular game was actually one of her favorites. It was an easy way to get people to reveal some of their secrets without directly asking them too.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 10:26 pm
Ɇthan ӍacѦuley Ethan raised an eyebrow at her, and then shook his head. "Cheap shot." He grinned, picking up one of the little glasses and tossing the liquid back into his throat. It burned, but he took it like a champ. He didn't even gag. "Alright, my turn." He looked at her mischievously, preparing to take a cheap shot back. If Fiona was going to play dirty, it was only fair to return the favor. "Never have I ever... dyed my hair." He said, gesturing to the sprout of lavender on her head with a grin.
It almost frustrated him that he was starting to enjoy himself. Considering it couldn't last. He was half hoping that even after he got her drunk enough, she would be cautious enough not to let someone she had just met drive her "home". He wasn't sure, though. Fiona was proving pretty difficult to read. He had not yet encountered a girl that he couldn't eventually snag, since the Chief had decided to start going on these kidnapping sprees... Maybe Fiona would be different... hello.ftdi.44.echo.c
hello.ftdi.44.echo.c: In function 'main':
hello.ftdi.44.c:216:19: error: variable 'message' must be const
in order to be put into read-only section by means of '__attribute--((progmem))'
make: *** [hello.ftdi.44.echo.out] Error 1
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 10:54 pm
» IM 「 ↻ SEARCHING
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxF O R x S O M E T H I N G x T H A T x I xC A N T xR E A C H
( ◞ i dont like 'em innocent ) ❜ ⋮ i dont want no face fresh ) want them wearing leather
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ begging, let me be » your taste test
»` x 「 ° I LIKE THE SAD EYES *↓ BAD GUYS; MOUTH FULL OF WHITE LIES
xx⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ Fiona laughed light heartedly as Ethan repeated her strategy. "Touche." She snickered as she grabbed a shot from the line and downed it, easy peasy. She flashed him an arrogant smirk as she pondered about what to say next. Another cheap shot. "Never have I ever...bought a girl a drink." she chirped, holding the empty martini glass in her hand.
The game had gone on for awhile, both drinking equal amounts. The lavender haired girl removed her phone from her pocket, checking the time. It was almost 6 am! As much fun as she was having with Ethan, it was about time she returned to her apartment. "I hate to dine and dash but, I think I should go home now." she told him, struggling a bit to get out of the bar seat but managed to do so without falling. She turned to look at the male who had kept her company for the night and she gave him a genuine smile before planting a kiss on his cheek, the red lipstick stamping the pale skin with a kiss mark. "See you around, Ethan." Fiona purred with a wave before turning slowly and cautiously walking across the now almost empty dance floor and out the door into the rising sunlight.
Now outside, the smell of alcohol and vomit still fresh didn't make her feel any better. She slowly made her way out of the alley, stepping over passed out people and broken bottles. Fiona shoved her hands in her hoodie pockets, adjusting to the cool morning air as she began walking home. Strolling down the side walk, she noticed a large black van parked on the curb. 'That's not suspicious at all...' she thought sarcastically. Trying to hurriedly walk past it her ears tuned into the sound of a car door sliding open. Before she had time to turn around to see what was going on, a hand with a towel was swiftly forced onto her face. What was that smell? Chloroform? Great. The young woman's eyes soon fluttered shut, letting the man who grabbed her avoid a struggle and easily place her inside the van, hands tied behind her back.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2015 1:27 am
Ɇthan ӍacѦuley Ethan glanced at his own watch when Fiona said it was time for her to go. He was surprised to see that it was almost six in the morning. The guys are gonna kill me... He thought to himself. Then again, if they got her, they got her. It wouldn't matter how long it had taken. However, Ethan was ready to let her go on her way. As if to solidify his hesitant decision, the girl planted a kiss on his cheek. He lifted his fingers as she walked away, a little surprised. Guess I'm right to let her go... He couldn't help but think, since this girl seemed so genuine.
Hurrying across the floor after her, he burst out onto the empty, vomit smelling street outside.........
.... Just in time to see the van slam its door and race down the street. Ethan ran partway down the road, bringing his hands to his head in despair. <********! Nonono..." He muttered as he ran, watching the van pull around the corner. He threw his helmet at the cement in frustration. "Goddammit! No... The one time I decide- ... Hell..." He ranted, snatching up his helmet and running back to his bike, hastily throwing it on his head and turning his keys in the ignition. Ethan pushed off and raced after the van, heading back towards the hideout.
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Ethan reached the hideout- the basement of an old, abandoned warehouse- just as the guys were carrying Fiona inside. He parked his bike in the little hidden alcove they had chosen as a sort of garage, and ran in after them. They set her down in the corner, near a couch that was down there, still tied up and gagged. They were about to turn and congratulate Ethan on his catch, but stopped, seeing the look on the other boy's face. He stomped up to Trevin- the guy who had brought her in, and shoved him. Hard. "What the hell man? Why the ******** didn't you wait for me? She wasn't the target anymore."
Ethan was seething. He was angry with them, but even more with himself, for not leaving her sooner and snagging someone else for the Chief on the way out. He had already told himself he wasn't going to stab her in the back. He couldn't. Fiona was probably one of the only real girls he had ever encountered in his crappy, going-nowhere life. He continued to argue with Trevin, the others scampering awkwardly into other corners of the basement to avoid receiving any of the fire. Luckily, the Chief wasn't there right now to see how they were acting. hello.ftdi.44.echo.c
hello.ftdi.44.echo.c: In function 'main':
hello.ftdi.44.c:216:19: error: variable 'message' must be const
in order to be put into read-only section by means of '__attribute--((progmem))'
make: *** [hello.ftdi.44.echo.out] Error 1
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