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Post by Ryan Evans on Dec 18, 2007 0:30:41 GMT -5
Ryan was sitting in the police station. He had gotten in trouble for stealing. It wasn't that big of a deal. Well stealing was still morally wrong but he didn't really seem to car. Actually, he was about to steal it when he was caught. He was about to steal a very pricey car. A very old and pricey car. A 1967 Chevy Impala to be exact and now he was paying for his almost succesful crime. He was handcuffed as he looked around. No one was going to bust him out. Why even try? No one would vouch for him. He was a bad guy who never cared and never gave back to anyone. So why would anyone vouch for this fellow?
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Post by Ashlyn Halliwell on Dec 18, 2007 0:34:08 GMT -5
Ashlyn was in the police station because she was going to see her dad, but she saw a guy handcuffed, she walked over to him "So why are you here for? What did you get busted for doing?" she sat down on a chair opposite from him, she was at least trying to be nice. Maybe she would break him out, but her father was going to kill her for doing it.
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Post by Ryan Evans on Dec 18, 2007 0:46:27 GMT -5
Ryan looked at her and raised his eyebrow at her. "I got busted for stealing a car. A nice ride actually. I was about to get out of this hell hole" he said to her. He almost had gotten away with it but he had made one false move. "Now I am sitting here in handcuffs and this was my last offense." He was acting like a hardass now.
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Post by Ashlyn Halliwell on Dec 18, 2007 0:49:36 GMT -5
Ashlyn looked at him with a smile "Well todays kinda your lucky day" as she put her hand in her pocket to pull out a key, which unlocks the handcuffs. She walked over and closed the door "My dad is a police officer. But no one needs to know that I let you out" she bent down on her knees unlocking the handcuffs.
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Post by Ryan Evans on Dec 18, 2007 0:53:19 GMT -5
Ryan was confused now as to why this complete stranger was helping him bust out of here? "Okay....I am confused...what's the catch here?" Ryan asked her. No one had been this nice to him in a long time. Why would she be any different? "You do know that you are letting a criminal go." He wanted to make it very clear to her that's what she was doing.
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Post by Ashlyn Halliwell on Dec 18, 2007 0:58:00 GMT -5
Ashlyn looked at Ryan and laughed as she took the handcuffs off him and puts it in her pockets "There's no catch here. And I know that I'm letting a criminal go. But shit happens doesn't it. You could be in jail for who knows how long. And I'm preventing that from happening." she walked over to the window which was really small, opening it "Lets just hope you can fit through it, and not get stuck. I mean that would be funny if you did." she turned her head to look at him "Trust me. I'm not a prefect little angel either. I might seem nice but you haven't seen my other side" She walked over to him "I would get going if I was you. I mean they would be back any minute"
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Post by Ryan Evans on Dec 18, 2007 1:21:57 GMT -5
Ryan looked at her. "I can see you are not a perfect angel. That is damn evident and your right. Who knows how long I could be put in juvy or worse jail if they ever convict me as an adult which is never seeing as they have to catch me first" he said and got up rubbing his wrists a bit as he got to the window. Ryan turned back to her. "Maybe I will see you around sometime, trouble." Ryan then pushed his way through the window He actually fit through it.
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Post by Ashlyn Halliwell on Dec 18, 2007 1:25:27 GMT -5
"Only time will show" Ashlyn replyed with a smirk on her face, as she heard the door starting to open, she made sure no one looked and orbed into a alley and walked to the nearest bar, she showed them her fake id and walked in as she sat down at the bar ordering drinks.
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Post by Ryan Evans on Dec 18, 2007 1:27:23 GMT -5
Ryan actually had been forced into the business of helping around town. He hated doing it but it was for money after all and a place to stay. Only he was not treated well. He had to get to his job or risk being thrown out so he began to move the crates into the building.
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Post by Ashlyn Halliwell on Dec 18, 2007 1:30:32 GMT -5
After a drink or two she decided to see what Ryan was up to. She walked into the backroom and orbed hiding in a corner, watching him. Maybe she should give him a place to stay at, her parents wont have to know a thing, they are never around anyway. She kept a eye on him, but didn't show herself. She didn't want to seem like a stalker.
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Post by Ryan Evans on Dec 18, 2007 1:33:05 GMT -5
The owner came in and began to yell at him in Russian about how he was not owning up to anything and how he was slacking off. Ryan rolled his eyes. If only he knew what the bloke was saying but he knew pretty well what was being said. His angry voice could tell it all. "You....have warrant out for arrest. I can turn you in you scum bag if you no work well here" he said to him angrily. Ryan wanted to punch this bastard out but he knew he shouldn't. He would blow his cover.
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Post by Ashlyn Halliwell on Dec 18, 2007 1:36:06 GMT -5
Ashlyn looked at Ryan, and the Russian she was feeling really bad for him, no wonder why he wanted to get away and would steal. Ashlyn smirked as she used telekinesis on the owner so the owners pants would fall down as she laughed slightly, she muttered "Crap" hoping no one heard her.
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Post by Ryan Evans on Dec 18, 2007 1:39:36 GMT -5
Ryan smirked as his pants had fallen down. "Wow your one hairy son of a bitch" he said outloud and then heard a slight laugh. He turned around. "Who's there?" Ryan asked. Someone was there. Someone must have pranked his boss.
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Post by Ashlyn Halliwell on Dec 18, 2007 1:41:30 GMT -5
Ashlyn heard what Ryan said, and just cracked up laughing, as she put her hand over her mouth, hiding behind some crates "Shit!" as she just stood there, not moving or making any sound, hopefully he would forget about it.
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Post by Ryan Evans on Dec 18, 2007 1:43:29 GMT -5
Putting his hand in his pocket he brought out his knife. "Show yourself or your getting gutted tonight" he said in a rather harsh tone as he slowly made his way back towards the crates. The boss embarrased pulled his pants up and left the room.
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