Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

You assholes, one of them mocked in a light, female tone of voice. The other snickered. Really? I heard it was just a bunch of chicks. The only guys here are our group. Cregg knelt down, sliding his hands beneath her arms as she lay on the floor. They went underneath her shoulders, then around, tucking under Christy's armpits and gripping around the top of her chest. With a clench of his body he lifted her up, off the floor, flexing, standing, pulling the brunette straight up and setting her haphazardly on her feet. That wasn't where his grip on her would end - it morphed, arms moving to force hers to bend back, back behind and above her head while he clasped his hands there at the back of her head, holding her in a full nelson. Brody wasted no time. The large man put his dick away when he saw this, and with a smirk, and a set of brass knuckles set about either hand, he stepped in toward the pair, taking a swing at Christy's left cheek. Then a second, a low punch, right for her gut. Eeuch, chick, you smell like piss! Cregg exclaimed. His face was in a snicker through it, and he let go of her arms, let go of her head, placing his hands on her back to shove her forward, away, toward the cruddy old sinks. The door was the other way. That's just nasty. Take a fuckin' bath or somethin', clean yourself up! The other man laughed. Just our luck. Some dumb bitch falls right in our lap and she has to be a smelly skank. Where's all the classy women nowadays? - - - - The funny thing about spending your time with locked doors, or boarded up windows...every single one gave your pursuers another second with which to pursue, and at a distance that benefited them more than it did you. Tamara had had enough time to duck into the gift shop, of course, but not enough time to do so without it being clear as day. And though this was far from the brainiest, tactical outfit of gentlemen, they knew enough that one ran around to the back of the gift shop while the other came at it from the front. ... ... ...Heeere nigger nigger nigger nigger nigger... The man twirled the knife around in his hand, body at a slight hunch, strafing as quietly as he could through the half-overturned aisles and racks and bins of assorted stuff - which wasn't very quiet at all, considering how much of it was on the floor at this point. Why did you run? Grinning, How are we supposed to be friends like that? He circled around to the counter. Now you've gotten us off to a bad start- He popped quickly around its back, only to see...more crap everywhere. No sign of her though. He made it as far as the back door. To the handprint. ... He pushed the long handle in, shoving the one-way door open. His community servant of an accomplice was there standing on the other side. Damn, 'bout time man. I couldn't get in from here. Hey, did she come out? Eh? No, it ain't open once till now. He started walking back in, his friend a couple steps behind. Yeah but did you see anything? She wasn't running off or nothing was she? The door swung in, clicking closed on its own. Nah man, there wasn't shit. And we were on her ass when we split up. If you were at the front then she's gotta still be in here. ...She does, does she? As they came from behind the counter, back to the general area of the gift shop. Still to his friend, but raising his voice, THEN MAYBE WE SHOULD BURN THE PLACE DOWN...YOU KNOW, IF SHE'S GONNA HIDE SOMEWHERE. THERE'S PLENTY OF EXTINGUISHERS. ALL WE GOTTA DO IS BRING THEM WITH US, DON'T LET IT SPREAD TO OTHER BUILDINGS AND WE WIN.