A Mugging (Open)

[sknight]

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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
_{NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW}
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The walk home from the dinner where the blonde worked was longer than usual it seemed, and it was of course late. She closed her coat tighter around her when the breeze picked up, sending a chill through her. She shivered as her coat wasn’t a very good one, as it was what her own father allowed her to wear and he took her paycheck so she couldn’t afford to buy herself a better one. He told her she deserved it, and she paused briefly attempting to warm herself before continuing on her way home. She couldn’t help but know that she was going to get it when she got there, and she couldn’t help but stop in her tracks in front of the dark alleyway. She was trying to drag out the inevitable by stopping on her way home, but what she didn’t really know was that it would be a very bad idea this evening.

Before she knew what was happening, she was grabbed from behind, and something cold and metallic pressed against her back. ”Give me your valuables.” A rough, male voice demanded of her. She swallowed and nodded her head before handing the guy her bag, which only held her empty wallet and id. She heard him quickly look through it, and then demand angrily again ”This some joke?! There is nothing here!” She felt him remove the cold metal and lifted it up to strike the back of her head, of which from pervious experiences would effectively knock her out cold. She shrank away from him, fear clearly on her face.

”Look, I don’t have anything else. I swear!” She responded to him, trying to keep her head whole. She winced, hoping that he wouldn’t hit her as her mother’s pendant that she had snuck out of her father’s room when she had cleaned once as a child hung comfortably around her neck. She was wrong, as the hand came at her and connected firmly at the back of her head. She fell forward, face first, to the ground as the darkness closed in around her. She only hoped that her mugger wouldn’t search her and take away her only piece of jewelry.

"This would be your character speaking."
‘This would be your thoughts.’
"This would be someone else talking."

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_{STATUS: Done
TAGGED: Open
WORDS: 368
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Sorry if short, on a time frame…
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0}

[Connor Hogan]

Connor was actually having a pretty good day. He had went to work at the normal time of 8 in the morning, and when he got to the police station he was surprised to find that the coffee machine had recently been turned on and there was fresh coffee in the pot. Usually anyone who had the night shift would drink all the coffee, and there would be none made for anyone who came in the morning. Connor had thought he would always be the designated coffee maker. It seemed someone had decided to give him a break though, and Connor was thankful. So with a mug full of fresh hot coffee he had headed into his small office to start the day.

There was a pile of paperwork on his desk, as usual, but he was in a good mood so he was thinking positive thoughts. "This won't take me any time at all" he has said to himself when he began working on the paperwork. He had rarely been called out to investigate anything, or to catch any criminals. That did not bother him all as the day before he had spent very little time in his office, and a lot of time out in the field getting picked on my criminals. That was the reason the paperwork was stacked so high, but towards the evening there wasn't much paperwork left to do. So his day was pretty laid back, which he didn't mind. He had headed out of the station in the evening, and had hopped into his jeep. He didn't get far though when his piece of shit jeep broke down. Lately his jeep has been acting up and stalling a lot. After trying to get it started, and banging on the steering wheel, Connor decided to give up on it. He wasn't far from his home; he just had to walk a little ways. He figured since he had pulled the jeep on the side of the road he would deal with it the next day, as he had the day off.

Connor grabbed his briefcase and began walking. He had walked about a mile when he heard noises. At first he thought it was nothing, but then he heard the sound of someone falling on the ground. He looked around, and then pulled out a flashlight that was connected to his belt. He also had a gun, but wanted to see what was going on before he pulled it out. "Oh hell" He said when he saw the woman on the ground, and the man standing over her. Connor started reaching for his gun, when the man immediately held up his own gun and pointed it at the woman. "Alright, Alright" Connor said, getting the hint that he the guy knew what he was up to. "Let's just.. uh.. talk about this. I'm sure she has nothing you want. You need to just let her go." Connor said trying to get the guy to just give up. He figured the guy would either be really stubborn and stay there, or get scared because Connor was a cop and run away. Either way Connor's main goal was to make sure the woman did not get hurt.

[sknight]

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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
_{NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW}
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Selene was on the ground, face first, her hands bleeding from where she tried to stop her fall, and she could also feel a warm wet spot at the back of her head when the guy hit her. She knew she was bleeding from experience, and she most likely figured she would need a few stitches because of it. ’What is one more scar to hide from everyone? I already have so many thinks to my dear old dad…’ She thought to herself as she closed her eyes, almost wishing the guy would just shoot her so she wouldn’t have to go home again. Just so that she could escape her father for good, as she was certain as she was a female that he would tear into her again. Just like he did every night for as long as she could remember. She smeared a bit of the blood as she absent-mindedly rubbed some of her old scars from where her father had came at her with a kitchen knife. She could swear she still felt the pain from each cut sometimes, she had heard that they were called phantom pains.

"Alright, Alright Let's just.. uh.. talk about this. I'm sure she has nothing you want. You need to just let her go."

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut preparing herself for the shot that she hoped would end her for good. She saw that was the only way for her to leave her father, and not get hit any more by him. ”Please, just go. I don’t have anything else, I told you.” She pleaded with the guy in a bare whisper, and before she even opened her eyes again she hear footsteps. She couldn’t tell if it was her rescuer slowly approaching or her mugger making a slow retreat. She just couldn’t help the disappointed feeling of not getting shot fill her. It means that she was going to have to go home and face her father…again.

"This would be your character speaking."
‘This would be your thoughts.’
"This would be someone else talking."

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_{STATUS: Done
TAGGED: Open
WORDS: 330
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Sorry if short, muse started to run low at the end…
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0}