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 Leggo My Eggo, Mariet Memories: Anthony Bryant
Colton Thomas
 Posted: Sep 20 2017, 08:43 PM
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He took out his gun.. not the real one of course... he had two... doubt and decision. Doubt just happened to be a dart gun with some real nasty drugs waiting inside it. Blocking the fist with his arm, he grabbed it.. not squeezing.. just holding it there as he pressed the dart’s tip gently into the boy’s chest... ”Feel that.... I think it’s time you ‘n I had a chat there buddy boy.. ‘cause this kind of behavior could get you killed.” His lips curled into a smile... amused.. very amused.. ”Just take it easy... cool down... hate to see my gun go off if it doesn’t need to.” Ain’t that the truth.
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Moses Knepp
 Posted: Sep 20 2017, 08:44 PM
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"Tony." He said, stepping directing in front of him, putting his hand up to Tony's shoulder briefly before stepping along to the side. "Tony, let's just go. Come on." He said, hand now to tony's arm. Fuck. Fuck Fuck. Let's all just get the fuck out of this situation and pretend like we saw Irish dancing or some Christmas play or some shit mundane and benign like that. Let's just all do that. "Tony. Let's just go Let's just fucking go. Please, Tony." He'd never begged so pitifully in his life. He just didn't want this to fucking explode into some crazy shit where Colton fucking blurted out what was going on. Frankly this didn't have to be anything. They could simply walk away and ignore it all and yet... yet that wasn't what was happening. And he was scared. Legitamately scared because if Tony knew... if he fucking knew? He'd never talk to him again. He'd just walk the fuck away disgusted with how much of a liar he was. If he knew that he was conning him, he'd dissappear, and Moses knew it. He knew it with every fucking fiber inside of him."TONY!!! Fucking hell Tony, just come on!" He shouted. Why couldn't he just fucking back down? Fucking hell he took a swing at him... and Colton took out a fucking gun. A fucking gun! Sure, Mr. Giant... you're not a fucking creep. Geesus for fuck's sake, what is with people today? Despite himself, despite every bit of Moses telling him to run on the sake of principle, he stepped forward, an arm around Tony's waist, tugging. There weren't many circumstances that woudl make himf eel comfortable touching Tony like this but ya know... pulling him away from some fucker with a gun seemed fucking great for that opportunity. "Tony. Tony, please - let's just get the fuck out of here. You're wasting your fucking time. It wasn't anything. Let's fucking go." He had no urge of actually walking away. Not with Tony here. Not with a fucking gun pointed at Tony's chest. Not with everything wreaking of poor decisions and shit out of luck feelings.
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Colton Thomas
 Posted: Sep 20 2017, 08:45 PM
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Kids were a wild bunch. Full of ideals... imagination. They were crazy in their own way, but most of it was ‘cause they didn’t know any better. Oh sure you got the ones who learned and kept going. Always gonna be a few out there that went the hard route against society. Some found gold. Others ended up in jail. Colt knew was raised on the hard way, and he’d never go back. This kid though. This curly haired pretty boy had no sense in him. The big man could tell he was trying to gear up to fight and losing. He was one of those good hearted kiddos with the exterior that screamed ‘rough’. How Magpie managed to get past it was beyond the Brazilian. Never knew he had that kind of patience.. or that much character. Heh.. funny how that worked.

‘Course all good things come to an end. He could have killed this little foul mouth cherub right here and now, but he wouldn’t. Nah.. This was american and Colt played by a different set of rules. The tranquilizer gun in his hand was scary enough to not need bullets. It pierced skin, and threatened well enough to stop the boy dead. That was all he wanted. Hell, it even shut him up. Didn’t shut Magpie up though. That was fine by him. His eyes wandered to the brunette with amusement as he freaked out more bravely than the big man would normally give him credit for... wonder how much he really liked this guy. "Tony. Tony, please - let's just get the fuck out of here. You're wasting your fucking time. It wasn't anything. Let's fucking go." The cigarette bobbed in the big man’s mouth as he suppressed his normal smile. A hard thing to do when he tended to smile when he was happy... and smile when he was mad.
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Anthony Bryant
 Posted: Sep 20 2017, 08:45 PM
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GUN! HOly fucking shit dude... GUN! And he could feel it. Like uh.. like a needle in his skin. Which was weird, but it hurt alright? It hurt ‘n Moe was trying to pull him away ‘n he wasn’t sure if moving was actually an option. He wasn’t gonna show it, but he was scared as shit dude. Scared.. as.... SHIT! His body was shivering ‘n all that stuff. It was weird but he wasn’t gonna move. Not when Moses was right behind him. If he moved that gun might be pointed at him. No.. he’d fucking take a bullet for him ‘n that scared Tony more than he could really think to.. you know... think. He felt like he was mime make up now just doin a show ‘n not givin this fucker anything at all.

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Colton Thomas
 Posted: Sep 20 2017, 08:45 PM
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Brave kid not moving, quivering like a leave, looking bad ass as he did it.. heh.. kinda like that. Ol Colt had a few things to say before he let ‘em go. Just a few. ”Easy Magpie.. easy... We’re just going to have a little talk. Bet he’s more scared of seeing you hurt than himself right now.” He grinned, gesturing with his head. A fleck of cherry floated off his cigarette before he took it out of his mouth. ”Here is a lesson kiddo. Your young. Maybe you didn’t know it before, but some people out here ain’t just your normal high school buddies.. bullies... teachers. Your not in a safe zone in this alley. It’s adult town. “ He flashed a smile then ran his tougue over his teeth sensually as he thought... letting the seconds soak in... pulling the needle out... letting it drag along the other’s chest.

He was a killer, but he wasn’t in the mood and hadn’t been for a while. Strange. Then again, this wasn’t Brazil.”Next time you see someone you think is worth putting up your fists for think. Think if it’s really worth scaring your boy here like that ‘cause by now you could have found out that you might have been plum in the wrong about this whole affair. Think before you swing.. choose your fights... ‘cause someday? You might choose the wrong one and end up dead. He chuckled.. letting it escalate into a laugh as he mussed the blond curly hair then shoved him back playfully. ”Get going. Before Magpie here has a conniption fit.” Flicking his cigarette, he leaned back against the wall once more with a cheerful smile. ”By the way... nice to meet you kiddo.”He saluted merrily then took a long drag in the name of the nicotine queen.
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Anthony Bryant
 Posted: Sep 20 2017, 08:46 PM
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There were uh... stuff... and stuff.. and things that happened... This guy though.. he ... he.. shit, can’t think. Getting shoved ‘n shit didn’t make Tony angry. He was just too busy staring at this guy with all his ... stuff.. he wasn’t like people in Mariet. you know.. bullies... this guy ...

He was pretty sure his brain was broken. Taking two steps, he took in everything the guy said ‘n didn’t say shit. God... could he die? Would he have if he’d done something really stupid? He didn’t usually pick fights, but Moe he... there was stuff....

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Moses Knepp
 Posted: Sep 20 2017, 08:46 PM
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"Fuck off Colton, leave him the fuck alone!" He shouted, too fucking frazzled out of his mind to give a shit if Colton want to go over the fucking ABCs in Russian. He didn't want Tony talking to Colton and sure as hell didn't want Colton talking to Tony. In fact he wasn't sure if he even wanted to talk to Colton ever again... you know, until like... after today or something. Maybe. The guy carried a fucking gun. Geez Tony! Don't you like... hate fighting and shit? They hid in the fucking woods once! They like... escaped all types of people together, why was he trying to start a fight?! Moses couldn't figure it out for the life of him but the more Colton opened his mouth and kept on going, the more his eyes focused on the man, attention on every fucking word even as his head filled with anxiety and nervousness. Tony couldn't know, okay? He couldn't. He'd lose him. And if Colton shot him (considering Moses didn't know it was a goddamn dart gun - because dude, who makes those other than zoo keepers?) he'd lose him then too. For fuckfuckfuck's sake, Tony. You can't abandon me. He'd do anything to keep that from happening. Anything.He was never so freaked out before in his life. It was weird. He wasn't in any specific clear danger and yet here he stood afraid for his life. Afraid for what his life would be like if this didn't turn into them just walking away with Tony clueless as to what was going on. Afraid of how little there would be in his life without Tony in it in any capacity. He was gonna open his mouth and just say it. Just fucking say it. Say he was gay and have this over with. Let him knowso that he wouldn't keep at this like he was defending his heterosexuality or something. He just wanted to say it because in hsi crazy emotional dramatic mind he saw two ways that this could go bad, Colton (who he couldn't even begin to predict a damn shit about) could shoot Tony or Tony could find out he was gay and never look at him again for being such a bastard liar. He'd rather he knew he was gay. He'd rather Tony not look at him again and then just skip town than to see any fucking blood right now. He was freaked out yeah but he opened his mouth ready to say something (after all those thoughts sort of trumped some of Colton's words at the end) and then he heard Colton say 'nice to meet you kiddo' and realized that he was against the wall now... just smoking a cigarette, like any of this was cool. Like any of this was fucking okay.Moses stood there, frustrated, shocked at his own feelings and just stared at the back of Tony and blinked. "Can we fucking go now?" He said weakly, his voice just barely faltering. He took few steps ack, hoping this meant Tony would just finally leave. Just walk away now and let Colton be. God, why was he crying?
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Colton Thomas
 Posted: Sep 20 2017, 08:46 PM
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Smug, you could call it that. The big Brazilian was feeling good. Wasn’t every day he got to give some kid a lesson before he grew wild to the point of illigal. Leave that to the big boys with their big beginnings. The small town kiddos could grow up to be better things than a drug lord... or a drugy.. or dead. He could see it in those pretty blue eyes that this boy was scared out of his mind... even as that face said nothing at all. Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating. It was one of those challenges that Colt would have taken on at another time. Just to see that face tear or anger or smile. That wasn’t what this was about this time though. So he sat there with his cigarette and watched Magpie flutter about the curly haired teen like an angry bird just wanting to get away from the nest, but not leaving without his flock. As far as he was concerned his part in this little story was over. Heh.. but it was damn well alot of fun while it lasted.
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Anthony Bryant
 Posted: Sep 20 2017, 08:46 PM
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This guy was fucking ice. Like, when Tony looked at him he saw one of those badasses you see in movies. Ya know.. with the smoking ‘n the leaning against the wall like he didn’t give a fuck? It was more than that though. THis guy was the real deal. You could fucking FEEL it pouring off of him ‘n it was scary as fucking hell. The mime was pretty happy to watch that gun go away. Jeezus. A real gun.. with a pointy tip. It hurt ‘n he didn’t want it on him anymore. The spots it touched were, like, numb. Do guns do that? He didn’t know, but he didn’t wanna know anymore than he did alright? He was fucking finished ‘n when this guy.. what was his name? Colt? Whatever. When he said to go.. well... he went.

What a fucking jackass.. telling him what to do, but nobody fucking says no to a guy with a gun ‘n as long as Moe was safe he was cool with just going. This guy wasn’t a bully... maybe... but.. if he wasn’t then what the fuck was he doing with the conman? Pff.. whatever.. it hurt his head to think too much. He backed away ‘n then grabbed his pack ‘n board ‘n watched him with that cigarette as he walked away..

Gawd that guy was kinda hot... but mostly he was just fucking full of himself. Old too. Fuck. He had a fucking gun.

Tony didn’t say shit, just kept on walking. He could fee Moe with him though. Didn’t look at him, but he could feel him. He was kinda afraid if he looked up he’d start doing stupid shit like crying or somethin ‘n he didn’t do that. He just.. just didn’t. So he looked at his Vans ‘n just kept moving. no words.. nothin. He didn’t have words dude.. just feet ‘n pavement he wanted to put between himself ‘n that gun before he looked at his chest ‘cause it hurt. He didn’t like that. Didn’t like this shit at all... jeezus... where the fuck was his brain with all the words?

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Moses Knepp
 Posted: Sep 20 2017, 08:47 PM
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Finally! They were fucking leaving! About fucking time, geez. Part of him kinda felt ignored. He was telling Tony to leave it alone and he still fucking persisted. If Tony told him to run, to just turn around and leave, he'd leave. He'd do exactly what he fucking said because first of all... the dude would know more than anything what was dangerous, right? And secondly, .... he was usually right about the danger stuff and... whatever, the point was he'd listen! Maybe it'd be out of his need to survive but he'd listen and Tony obviously... just didn't. When he started walking, Moses sighed, ignoring looking back at Colton, and instead squeezing the box and bag in his arms as he thought of how none of this was worth it. He brought his face to his shoulders, wiping away what he refused to call tears, and stared at the things in his arms while he followed. Fuck. just fuck. He continued walking, simply following Tony or the vague impression of him ahead without paying too much attention. How could he be so stupid? Moses kicked himself in the head, trying to figure out why he was behaving the way he behaved, why he managed o just make his life so fucking stressful and difficult, and what the fuck was wrong with him to have lured Tony into this stupid... stupid thing. He stopped finally, just stopped and looked up. Wiped his eyes again to clear it of any sight of an overemotional wreck of pitiful nerves, and then he opened his mouth."I'm leaving." Uh, what did that even mean? I'm leaving right now, i'm leaving mariet, I'm leaving the space in my head that wants to crawl into a hole right now? "I... I can't even look at you right now." He said forcefully, with a bit of anger that surprised him. Why was he getting angry now? First he was sad as shit and felt crappy and now he was pissed. Augh, he needed to just not see Tony for a while. With that on his mind he abandoned going off to the end of the street and he started walking to the curb to jaywalk his way awaaaay.
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Anthony Bryant
 Posted: Sep 20 2017, 08:47 PM
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There wasn’t any good way to say shit somethings. Dunno what words do, but they were magic when said right ‘n they were fucking curses when said wrong. They were all ‘communicat.... at.. ting.. communicating? Communicat.... tion... Communication... yeah... so they talk. They give meaning. They made him feel like shit. Tony didn’t like that fucking stuff. Fists told everything, ya know? Everything. If they didn’t hit you then he must not hate you. If they did then get the fuck away from him before he pounds your face again dude. Just go. Moe was better at words than Tony would EVER be, but it didn’t bother conman any. He got it. Right now he was quiet too. They both were shutting the fuck up ‘n just walking. Gawd.. that was fucking scary.

A gun? The guy had a mother-fucking gun. Jeezus. If he’d shot moe... Tony woulda killed him.. if he was still breathing dude. he’d have killed him dead. MURDER. But.. he didn’t. They were both still alive ‘n he was feeling.. tired. The area around his chest was kinda numb too. "I'm leaving." Wait What?"I... I can't even look at you right now." The Mime turned to look at the conman who was already walking away. ”Moe!” He called after.. feeling kinda... hurt.. can’t look at him? Dude! He’d saved him! Why the fuck was he... Why was he fucking speed walking across the fucking streat!? He almost got hit by a car.. Jeezus!

he started after the guy, but... he just felt so fucking tired. Like his legs were wabbling. What the .. ffffuck. Was he sick? Not Nowwwww. Why nooooowwwww?! Ugh.. Dude... fine. He’d go home, but he’d totally look for the conman later.. but...

What did he mean by leaving? was he leaving Mariet? That fucker better not. Not that he’d stop him but... Ugh... fucking head. It wouldn’t think. Wooooords.

So he headed home quickly ‘cause it was getting worse ‘n shit. He barely made the couch before he passed out in the living room ‘n his parents dumped two blankets on him. By the time he woke up he felt kinda.. sick.. headache ‘n shit... dammit. So he went to bed ‘n just didn’t get up most of the next day.

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