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[center][h1][i][color=green]The Twisted Twins[/color][/i][/h1][/center]
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[center][sub][i][color=brown]Sophia Harrison[/color][/i][/sub][/center]


Sophia tried hard to keep her eyes from rolling to the back of her head as she heard the man speak. [color=gray]"In a place like this,"[/color] he said, [color=gray]"one would usually find a shawty like you either as someone's bitch that's used for selling ass, or with some so-called big shot and not to be touched because you're already someone's girl. Or.....you'd just be street rat fighting for scraps. Unless you're a female big shot yourself but I would've heard of you by now, like Ms. Ma Dukes."[/color]

Sophia threw her head back and laughed as he spoke. There was no way in hell she'd ever end up "selling her ass," or kicking it with some wanna-be big shot. She wouldn't call herself a street rat either, but, hey. You gotta do what you gotta do to survive. [color=gray]"So, Baby...mind if I ask what you doing out here alone? If...If you are alone?"[/color] The man looked around curiously, maybe even cautiously. After a moment's thought, Sophia tilted her head and folded her arms across her chest.

[color=brown]"Like I said before,"[/color] she started, [color=brown]"I know how to take care of myself. Whether or not I'm alone is none of your business."[/color] Glancing behind her towards the door, Sophia smirked. [color=brown]"For all you know, there could be people inside of that building right now; all 'armed and dangerous' and shit."[/color] She shrugged her shoulders.

[color=brown]"But like I said, that's none of your business."[/color]

Sophia knew exactly who Bishop was. Hell, she knew about almost everything that went down in the prison, but she still asked, shifting her eyes from her sneakers to his boys that weren't so far behind, [color=brown]"Who are you, anyways?"[/color] 


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[center][sub][i][color=green]Rob Harrison[/color][/i][/sub][/center]

[color=gray]"Sir, I'm sure you have your reasons for being here, and I'm sure you don't want any trouble, but may I just ask which way is the closest wall?"[/color]

Rob stared at the boy and girl for a second before turning around and pointing in the direction of the closest wall. When he turned back, though, the girl was no longer in sight. He had no time to react before he felt the backpack slip from his shoulders; the straps had been cut. Letting out a startled cry, Rob turned around, but the girl was already gone. He knew that he wouldn't catch up to her. His grip on the hammer tightened as he turned back to face the boy. They were together, so he must have been in on it.

Thanks to them, he'd lost an entire unopened loaf of grocery store bread, along with other necessities. He knew for a fact that his sister was going to kill him. Slowly stepping towards the boy, hammer in hand, Rob growled.

[color=gray]"Hey, uh, mate, let's just take it easy. No need to jump to conclusions or attack anyone, OK?"[/color] The boy spoke nervously, so Rob took that as a sign of weakness. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, Rob pulled him closer. 

[color=green]"You'd better go and find that punk ass girlfriend of yours,"[/color] he spoke in a low and menacing voice. [color=green]"You either get my shit and return it to me, or we-"[/color] he wiggled the hammer, [color=green]"are going to have a [i]serious[/i] problem."[/color] There was no way he was going to go back to his sister empty-handed.