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 Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 4:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 6:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 7:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 7:20 pm
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DeathAngelLe My next fighting post will be longer because I will bring in his cousin. I also forgot to provide pictures of the cousin, aunt and the sister...so Imma show you them below: Cousin Ashton: http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130323172020/nazizombiesplus/images/e/e1/Anselmguttridge.jpg Aunt Carol: http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/144/8/c/d_e0039_lvl3_by_chaosringen-d66h8lu.jpg Eliza (Sohrab's Sister): http://i1166.photobucket.com/albums/q608/Starling4anime/651_zpsa10ec7d8.png
❂Sohrab Venezuela❂
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Sohrab immediately felt humiliated by the fact he was on top of him, which the 'girly' remarks came into mind. "YOUR Bad? You did that on purpose!" He accused him with a tint of red on his cheeks as he could clearly remember being dragged toward the guy with his body almost pressed against this guy's...how much pain he will have to go through to forget about it. And then suddenly when he saw J.D. trying to pull something out, his 'fear' ticked...reminded him of the time his Father pulled the gun at his mother. Right away did he get at him and forced his hand out of his pocket. He then grabbed the hand and pulled his middle finger back as if to stop his movement. "I do not know what your pulling out but you are not getting whatever you got out."
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❂The 'Troubled' Kid❂ |
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 7:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 8:06 pm
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❂Sohrab Venezuela❂
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The man took heavy breaths until the man suddenly starts telling him that they were cigarettes. "Ci-Cigarettes?" He immediately felt his heart beat drop back to normal as he then glared at the guy. "Oh do not worry, I don't do that crap." He then gets it out to see it was truly just cigarettes. "oh." was all he could say at this point as Sohrab lets go of J.D.'s middle finger. Was the fight really over? He cannot be sure and stands up. "Hey. So the fight's suddenly over?" He was not going to back down from this one despite J.D's wanting to relax for reasons unknown. "'Cause I am not finished."
"Yes you are." A voice echoed behind the boy as tough, strong fingers tightly gripped on Sohrab's arm. "What the hell do you think your doing? I got calls of a fight between two men, was that you?" "Bite me man." His cousin Ashton came into the scene, a police officer no doubt with his outfit and badge. 'Besides we.....didn't do much." "Oh really? So your not the one who punched the guy in the face?" He asks a question which was already answered anyways. "Can you cool your jets?" "Not when my Mom has to responsible for you and your sister." Ashton then forces him to get out of the park as he then stared at J.D. He was already mad at Sohrab but so far since he had no proof that J.D. started it, he just sighed: "Don't cause too much trouble." With that he left the scene.
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
"Not another one. C'mon, it was not even that bad." "THAT BAD?! YOUR MOTHER GOT KILLED FROM IT AND YOUR DOING IT TOO?!"
Sohrab stood up to face against his Aunt who accuses him of being like Father: "First off, Mom got killed by a gun and second, we meet a private area where nobody would get hurt. Hell, we hadn't even done anything to cause bruises! You cannot compare me to that b*****d!" He fumed off to his room, slamming the door behind him as he was not really in a mood for food.
That night went by without incident as Sohrab just decided to stay in and sleep. When the time went to 7 o'clock, his little sister opened the door and crawled over to his bed, getting herself up. "Leave me alone." His growl was to be ignored as Eliza climbed on top of his shoulder. "Tell me a story." "Have auntie do that for you." "She won't do it, tell me brother." She shakes him, even scratching him sometimes. "OW! Alright!, just stop scratching me." He wondered why he had to have a mental disabled sister? Her social skills were bad toward strangers and also she acts on impulsive which makes her wander off from everybody which they fear she had been kidnapped. "Fine listen carefully because I am gonna say it once a'right?:
THERE WERE ONCE upon a time three brothers; the eldest was called Jacob, the second Frederick, and the youngest Peter. This youngest brother was treated shamefully by the other two. If anything went wrong Peter had to bear the blame and put things right for them. He had to endure all this ill treatment because he was weak and delicate and could not defend himself against his stronger brothers. One day, when he was in the woods gathering sticks, a little old woman came up to him and he told her all his troubles.
'Come, my good youth,' said the old dame, when he had finished his tale of woe, 'isn't the world wide enough? Set out and try your fortune elsewhere:
Peter took her words to heart and left his father's house early one morning. But he felt very bitterly parting from the home where he had been born, and where at least he had passed a happy childhood. Sitting down on a hill he gazed once more fondly on his native place.
Suddenly the little old woman stood before him and, tapping him on the shoulder, said, 'So far so good, my boy. What do you mean to do now?'
Peter was at a loss what to answer, for he had always thought fortune would drop into his mouth like a ripe cherry. The old woman, who guessed his thoughts, laughed kindly, and said:
'I'll tell you what you must do, for I have taken a fancy to you. I am sure you will not forget me when you have made your fortune.'
Peter promised faithfully he would not, and the old woman continued, 'This evening, at sunset, go to yonder pear tree growing at the crossroads. Under it you will find a man lying asleep, and a beautiful large swan will be fastened to the tree close to him. Be careful not to waken the man, but unfasten the swan and take it away with you. Everyone will fall in love with its beautiful plumage, and you must allow anyone who likes to pull out a feather. But as soon as the swan feels as much as a finger on it, it will scream. Then you must say, "Swan, hold fast." The hand of the person who has touched the bird will be held and nothing will set it free, unless you touch it with this little stick, of which I make you a present. When you have captured a whole lot of people in this way, lead your train straight on with you. You will come to a big town where a princess lives who has never been known to laugh. If you can only make her laugh your fortune is made. Then I beg you will not forget your old friend.'
Peter promised again that he would not, and at sunset he went to the tree the old woman had mentioned. The man lay there fast asleep, and a large beautiful swan was fastened to the tree beside him by a red cord. Peter loosed the bird and led it away with him without disturbing its sleeping master.
He walked on with the swan for some time and came, at last, to a yard where some men were busily at work. They were all lost in admiration of the bird's beautiful plumage. One forward youth, who was covered with clay from head to foot, called out:
'Oh, if I'd only one of those feathers how happy I should be!'
'Pull one out then,' said Peter kindly. The youth seized one from the bird's tail. Instantly the swan screamed, and Peter called out, 'Swan, hold fast.' And do what he would the poor youth could not get his hand away. The more he howled the more the others laughed, till a girl who had been washing clothes in the neighboring stream hurried up. When she saw the poor boy fastened to the swan she felt so sorry for him that she stretched out her hand to free him. The bird screamed.
'Swan, hold fast,' called out Peter, and the girl was caught also.
When Peter had gone on for a bit with his captives, they met a chimney sweep, who laughed loudly over the extraordinary troop, and asked the girl what she was doing.
'Oh, dearest John,' replied the girl, 'give me your hand and set me free from this young man:
'Most certainly, I will,' replied the sweep, and gave the girl his hand. The bird screamed.
'Swan, hold fast,' said Peter, and the sweep was added to their number.
They soon came to a village where a fair was being held. A traveling circus was giving a performance and the clown was just doing his tricks. He opened his eyes wide with amazement when he saw the remarkable trio fastened to the swan's tail.
'Have you gone raving mad, Blackie?' he asked as well as he could for laughing.
When the bird screamed, Peter called, 'Swan, hold fast!'
'It is no laughing matter,' the sweep replied. 'This wench has so tight hold of me I feel as if I were glued to her. Do set me free, like a good clown, and I shall do you a good turn some day.'
Without a moment's hesitation the clown grasped the outstretched hand. The bird screamed.
'Swan, hold fast,' called out Peter, and the clown became the fourth of the party.
Now in the front row of the spectators sat the respected and popular mayor of the village. He was much put out by what he considered nothing but a foolish trick. So much annoyed was he that he seized the clown by the hand and tried to tear him away, to hand him over to the police.
Then the bird screamed, and Peter called out, 'Swan, hold fast,' and the dignified mayor was caught fast as the others were.
The mayoress, a long thin stick of a woman, enraged at the insult done her husband, seized his free arm and tore at it with all her might. The only result was that she too was forced to join the procession. After this no one else had any wish to aid them.
Soon Peter saw the towers of the capital in front of him. Just before entering the city, a glittering carriage came out to meet him. In it was a young lady as beautiful as the day, but with a very solemn and serious expression. No sooner had she perceived the motley crowd fastened to the swan's tail than she burst into loud laughter, in which she was joined by all her servants and ladies-in-waiting.
'The princess has laughed at last!" they all cried with joy.
She stepped out of her carriage to look more closely at the wonderful sight and laughed again over the capers of the poor captives. She ordered her carriage to be turned round and drove slowly back into town, never taking her eyes off Peter and his procession.
When the king heard the news that his daughter had actually laughed, he was more than delighted and had Peter and his marvelous train brought before him. When he saw them he laughed till the tears rolled down his cheeks.
'My good friend,' he said to Peter, 'do you know what I promised the person who succeeded in making the princess laugh?'
'No, I don't,' said Peter.
'Then I will tell you,' answered the king. 'A thousand gold crowns or a piece of land. Which will you choose?'
Peter decided in favor of the land. Then he touched the youth, the girl, the sweep, the clown, the mayor and the mayoress with his little stick, and they were all free again and ran away home as if a fire were burning behind them. Their flight gave rise to renewed merriment.
Then the princess felt moved to stroke the swan, at the same time admiring its plumage. The bird screamed.
'Swan, hold fast,' called out Peter, and so he won the princess for his bride. But the swan flew up into the air and vanished into the blue horizon. Peter now received a duchy as a present and became a very great man indeed. He did not forget the little old woman who had been the cause of all his good fortune and appointed her as head housekeeper to him and his royal bride in their magnificent castle.
Once he was done, he could see that his sister had fallen asleep, Sohrab cursed to himself before he too just decided it was enough and slept too. Sleeping until his alarm clock rang in his bedroom, he groaned as his eyes felt heavy and also rocky-like which he had to wipe it off. Since now he had time, he was able to do the normal routine like hygiene, food, and school. He refused to look or talk to his Aunt now since he was still downright pissed...and the fact he had decided to not eat Dinner there. Upon leaving, he soon sees a letter on the porch which he was suspicious cause most letters go through the mailbox, not the porch. So he picked it up, sees that it belonged to him and ran off to school.
Once arriving, he went to his normal locker, going through his combination and getting everything he had needed. He also decided it was a good opportunity to open the letter, which he did so. And upon reading it, his face turned slightly pale at the short message that was written:
"Die. You and that little b***h. Die."
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 3:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 9:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 10:26 pm
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❂Sohrab Venezuela❂
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He then shrugs. "Most likely it'll be my sister. I have a little sis....she is about 5....actually gonna turn 6 next week." He then shuts his locker down as he then shrugs. "But now they'll be watching over me like a hawk, which is gonna be ********' annoying." He then took the note back from him and crushes. "Oh well, this note is not going to scare me." With that he tosses it toward the trashcan which was about 10 feet from them as he then pokes J.D. with his elbow, figuring both were on friendly terms. "It ain't over yet, we'll have to find a new place....whatever loses my couz' attention" With that the bell had rung and that was Sohrab's signal to leave. He walked away, giving him a two-finger salute before disappearing into a classroom, but J.D.'s answer to the note did make him somewhat nervous since they had just come here after all...that was too soon to put some mean prank. Not to mention how does one know where he lives when he hasn't been here for at least a week. For now though he needed to get through the classes and get things over with.
*timeskip to after school*
Upon arriving at home, he could see his Aunt's car was missing and instead was replaced by a police car. This caused some worries even when his cousin came out. "What's wrong now?" "Your little sis turned up missing, I think her curiosity got the best of her and now she is gone."
That note he gotten now made him even more afraid as Sohrab immediately went running.
Meanwhile, a tiny girl with a sailor dress attire wandered around the place, skipping like she was not afraid of whatever was passing by or the fact danger was soon approaching. She had decided to go 'window shopping' of some sorts, pressing her face against the window to look at the different stuff now. Sooner or later, someone would recognize no one is with her....which is asking for her to be kidnapped. Which happened a lot sooner than one would think. Eliza did not realize a shadow had loomed over her and taken her by surprise. She remembered being told if someone she did not know dragged her away she should say certain words...so she did: "SOMEONE HELP ME YOUR NOT MY DAD! YOUR NOT MY DAD! SOMEONE HELP ME YOUR NOT MY DAD!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 11:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 11:46 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 1:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 1:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 2:12 pm
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