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Post by David Dalton on Jun 17, 2007 15:33:44 GMT -5
Wearing dirty blue jeans and a black tight T-shirt, Dalton walked like a normal person through the park. His mind however was occupied with the man in frond of his whose wallet was sticking out of his back pocket. Dalton needed to buy some new weapons as the police had taken away most of the ones he had while the others were old fashioned or malfunctioning. But of course he wasn't going to buy the weapons with his own money.
He increased his pace and was soon up to the man in frond of him. Taking out a phone he placed it on his ears pretending to be talking while he bend his head down looking on the ground. Soon he pumped into the man and the hand holding the phone reached in frond of the man to prevent him from falling while the other hand picked quickly the wallet of that man.
"I'm so sorry sir, are you okay?" he asked him and tried to smile before turning away to walk in the other direction. Once he was out of site, a smirked formed on his face and he opened the stolen wallet to see what he had earned himself today. Stealing may have not been his experty but he knew how to do it equally well with murdering.
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Post by Ryan Valmont on Jun 17, 2007 15:42:16 GMT -5
“That son of a bitch!” Ryan cursed under his breath as he closed his mobile.
He hated it when things didn’t go his way, and everything seemed to annoy him the past couple of days.
He decided to take a walk through the park, one thing that sometimes proved enough to relax him.
Wearing his tight blue jeans he walked into the park and sat down on one of the benches, whilst noticing the people that walked by.
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Post by David Dalton on Jun 17, 2007 15:53:55 GMT -5
Dalton took out of the wallet a bunch of cash and grinned at himself. He once again stole enough money from a rich person and although it wasn't enough for what he needed them, he still felt glad with himself that he had the gift. David placed the money on his own pocket before turning his head back up to make sure no one was looking at him. Looking around he spotted a bench with only one person on it and walked over. Without asking for permission he sat down next to the blonde guy and opened the wallet again to examine it once again.
He could find a vissa card as well as an ATM reception card for money but he knew he probably wouldn't have time to use them as the owner would realise soon they were missing and close his accounts. Taking out the ID, he checked the man's name forgetting the fact that he was sitting next to someone.
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Post by Ryan Valmont on Jun 17, 2007 16:24:43 GMT -5
Ryan raised an eye brow as he saw this stranger walk across the park and then conveniently sit himself next to him.
“Ehm, excuse me…” Ryan called out as he looked at this big brute sitting next to him.
“Not that it bothers me that you sat next to me without asking permission, which kinda does bother me… but what the fuck are you doing?!” he asked, fear actually coming over him as he didn’t know who this man was, nor what he was doing, and most importantly, who did that wallet belong to.
Ryan could feel himself starting to have a fit, but then he took a better look at the male, he had to admit, he was someone buff, and strong from the looks of it… not that bad for a man.
Ryan control youself! he told himself as he caught himself checking out the other man.
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Post by David Dalton on Jun 17, 2007 16:32:43 GMT -5
Dalton was suddenly brought back to reality when the man next to him started shouting at him for sitting down on a....public bench! Quickly, he placed the ID card back in the walled and placed it in his pockets before turning around to glare at the man. He was younger than he was and by the looks of it another rich and spoiled boy out there who thought the world was his.
Dalton smirked and with quick reflexes he took a military knife out of his pocket and moving his arm under the bench sit while opening the knife, he placed it on the man's back. "You know, I could kill you without any second thought, but lucky for you, I only kill for money." Dalton whispered and then smiled at an old lady who was passing by. This man knew a lot and he had to die.
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Post by Ryan Valmont on Jun 17, 2007 16:39:30 GMT -5
Ryan’s eyes widened as he felt a blade touch his skin.
Who on earth did this jerk think he was, after all he was talking to a celebrity.
“Who the fuck do you think you are!” Ryan screamed as he pushed the other man off the bench and stood up.
“Fucking jerk, go pick on someone else idiot.” He said as he glared at the other male.
He didn’t care how hot he was, no one treated him in that way.
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Post by David Dalton on Jun 17, 2007 17:07:12 GMT -5
Dalton felt the boy push him and quickly get up so he moved the hand behind his own back to cover the knife he was holding.He smiled awkwardly at the people around who turned to stare at them as the boy started shouting. The man standing before him definately had a nerve and an attitude. He was probably someone who thought he was rich and famous but right now nothing mattered.
Getting up he walked closer to the blond guy smiling. "Excuss my friend he just had too much drinks!" he said to everyone around trying to make them look some place else. "You are making a scene!" he wispered to him while making a move to place his arm around the man's shoulders though he knew he would most probably not let him.
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Post by Ryan Valmont on Jun 17, 2007 17:22:59 GMT -5
Ryan continued to scream as he heard the other males heinous comments about him being drunk.
“How dare you! You no good piece of low life vermin!” he screamed when suddenly he felt this mans arm go around him.
He had quite some nerve to pull of such a stunt on him… but Ryan wasn’t about to say no.
He calmed himself down and looked at the other male, “ I hope you plan on removing your limb or else I might just make you chew on it…” he said with a threatening tone in his voice.
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Post by David Dalton on Jun 17, 2007 17:30:17 GMT -5
To his great surprice the man went quiet and allowed Dalton to place his arm around him. Dalton smiled again to the people around who now turned their heads away back into minding their own business. Dalton found the chance to take out his knife once again and place it between the two people's abdomens with the blade pointing on the youner man. "Just shut up and start walking." he said to him while trying to make hi grip around the other's nexk stronger and ignoring his comment. "You are comin with me!" he said to him demandingly.
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Post by Ryan Valmont on Jun 18, 2007 7:00:51 GMT -5
Ryan couldn’t believe how badly his day was turning out to be, first he blew the job interview and now this… life was certainly unfair.
“ohh you big brut, fine I’ll come with you… Jerk” he said as he places his hand around the other man’s waist, bringing them closer together.
If he was going to die, he could at least enjoy it.
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Post by David Dalton on Jun 18, 2007 12:21:55 GMT -5
"Take those away before I chop them off!" Dalton said with an intimitating voice. "Unless you've forgotten I am the one with the weapon here." he told him and pushed the knife a bit harder on the boy threateningly. The young man was definately rude and had no manners and Dalton was not someone who could handle his anger on such a sitation.
Once they were outside the park, Dalton looked around to make sure no one was watching, and released his grip on the teenager while making an attempt to push him on the wall, his body moving in frond to stand before him with his hand holding the knife moving up to the man's throat.
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Post by Ryan Valmont on Jun 18, 2007 15:11:44 GMT -5
Ryan removed his hand from the other male’s waist as they exited the park, suddenly finding himself being pushed against a wall.
He had to admit, however dangerous this was getting, the whole situation was weirdly turning him on.
“Oh baby stop being so rough…” he said, teasing the other male as his eyes got a glimpse of the blade.
“Now what are you going to do with that? Rip my shirt open… I can do that by myself…” he said as he slowly started unbuttoning the buttons on his pink shirt.
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Post by David Dalton on Jun 18, 2007 17:09:02 GMT -5
Dalton looked surpriced at what the man was waiting after he successufully pinned him on the wall. He either wanted...sex or Dalton's eyes were misleading him. Scowling, the man tried to dug the knife deeper into the blond guys throat without cutting through his skin before pushing him back and taking a step away.
"Asshole..." he whispered making sure the other man had heard every word. "Get out of my face and close up that shirt." This guy was too crazy and spoiled to say anything to the police about watching Dalton having a stolen wallet and he didn't see why he should spend any more time with him or even waste his criminal record for a scum like this one. Dalton pulled up a leg in an attempt to give a little friendly kick to the boy wit a look of disgusted on his face.
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Post by Ryan Valmont on Jun 19, 2007 5:21:46 GMT -5
Ryan simple smiled as he heard the other males swear at him, he knew that type of guy, all macho and tough but deep down inside they are just as soft and malleable as everyone else.
“No!” Ryan replied as he walked over to the other male, his shirt still open.
“After all that fiasco, I wont leave unless I get something I want in return.” He said as he smirked at the other male.
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Post by David Dalton on Jun 19, 2007 11:39:03 GMT -5
Dalton turned around ready to leave when the other man came up to him request something that sounded as a favour in return for what he did. His anger started to rise as he was the one doing the favor to stop them from getting humiliated in the crowd with a higher motive of course to make himself not known to any nearby policemen.
Turning around, he smirked. "That can be settled." he told him in a quiet voice. "I can kill however you want for the right price. Follow me to a safer place." he finished as he made his way to his car his fingers playing around the blade of his knife ready to kill the man once they were alone.
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