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5 mos ago
Current It was a dark and stormy night. I had just taken a creative writing course.
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5 mos ago
When I donate my body to science, they will be like: "Wow. I do not want this.".
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5 mos ago
If you sneeze, fart and burp at the same time your heart will explode. In fact, that's what killed the dinosaurs.
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6 yrs ago
Work's been crazy. Should have all replies out by tomorrow.
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6 yrs ago
@Gravity Bounce they were wanting "important" RP'ers to be upset they left.

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Alyson's words fired back at Flynn and it caught him off guard. He was normally the one in charge and he didn't like the role reversal. As she strode forward, yelling at him, he found himself taking a few steps back. She flashed a knife at his throat, cutting him slightly. Before he could react and attempt the take the knife from her, she had walked away. He slumped back against the wall and let the blood trickle down his neck a little before wiping it away. He inhaled and exhaled a few times. He wouldn't get anywhere by losing his cool. He wiped more of the blood from his neck. The cut had stopped bleeding, but it would probably leave a scar. He scoffed a little to himself. "Captured by women." He thought. If he got out of here it would be a hell of a story.

He watched as Alyson moved her chair a little closer to the cell. As she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, he began to realize why she was so successful at being a criminal. A pretty, young, innocent looking girl would never be the prime suspect as a criminal leader. He laughed a little to himself. Hell, he couldn't even believe it at first. She got up from her chair and approached the cell. She asked him if he was hungry. He looked at her from his sitting position and smirked: "Seeing as your little friend kneed the shit out of my stomach, I think I'm good." He tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

He sighed loudly. He always had some type of plan or solution for everything. This time, though, he didn't. The top right corner of the cell door may give way with enough force over time, but it wasn't a sure thing. He tilted his head forward and opened his eyes. Alyson was still standing at the cell door looking at him. He didn't know why, but he felt bad for being so short with her. "Look." Flynn groaned, propping his arm on his knee. "Thank you for the offer of food, but no thanks. Did you teach that girl how to fight? Cause she's actually quite good." He smirked despite his pain. He figured he might as well get comfortable. Since he had no idea how long he'd be there or what she planned on doing with him. If she was planning on killing him, he'd at least not hurry it along by being a dick.
It's a little short, but there you go.
It had all happened so fast. One minute he was cocky and self-sure and then next he was lying face down on his own ship. He slowly sat up and rubbed his head. "Jesus, fuck." He mumbled. Then the events of the past few minutes flooded into his head. He opened his eyes wide in surprise as he stood up. He looked around. He was in a bare cell. Nothing, no bed, no sink, nothing. He ran towards the small barred door and shook it vigorously. It didn't budge. He really didn't expect it to. He did notice that when he shook it, small pieces of drywall fell from the corner of the door frame.

He walked back and slumped down against the wall. He took a quick stock of his situation. His vest and weapons were missing. All he had on was his tank top, jeans, and combat boots. He tilted his head up and laughed. "This is what I get for letting some no account BITCH make me go soft!" The slammed his head back against the concrete wall. He was mad at himself for letting his guard down, but also felt bad for making that girl feel so betrayed. He had known betrayal and it wasn't something you forget so easily.

He heard a soft rustle across the room from the cell. He slowly walked to the cell door and grasped the bars. He looked out to see someone sitting in a chair across from his cell. They were holding a tablet that covered their face. "Hey, buddy." Flynn called out. "Where the hell am I?" As the words left his lips, the person in the chair lowered their tablet and Flynn saw their face. It was Alyson.

He recognized her immediately. He always studied the faces of those he hunted intently. On instinct he tried to leap through the cell door at her. His arm extended as far as it could go through the doors. "Let me out! Let me the fuck out!" Flynn yelled as Alyson casually strolled over to him. She stopped and stood just out of his reach. He calmed down briefly as he retracted his arm. He stood looking her up and down as he clasped the bars in the door. Flynn narrowed his eyes at her and sneered maliciously. "I'm going to get out of here. I'm going to take you in and them I'm going to make you and your little right hand girl, the one who brought me in, watch me destroy this place."
It was, but now it's a new interesting situation. Which is never bad.
I do like it. I really didn't see it coming.
And I just read your post.
Ok, you think you're cute? I'll figure something out. :p
Cool. Just so you know I'm enjoying this story greatly. I'm always excited when I see your new posts.
Scarifar said
I wonder though, how are we going to explain his disappearance?


He ran away in terror? Mutant abduction?
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