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Post by Samantha Taylor Rivera on Jul 3, 2007 13:26:03 GMT -5
Sammy was in jail once again. Getting caught with stealing some money from the bank and drugs on her. Sighing Sammy gazed around her cell. There was blood in it from her fighting her old jail cell roommate which got out.
Hanging her head she sat down on the bed looking out the very small window. She had to change she knew it but, she just couldn't yet. it was her way to live. Shaking her head she took out her small pocket knife and carved another stick into the wall for how many days she was here.
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Post by David Dalton on Jul 3, 2007 15:59:33 GMT -5
"You are ruining my walls."
Dalton stood with his arms folded over his chest looking at the girl behind the bars right opposite him carving the wall. He remembered the time he had been there carving the wall himself and he now felt as if this place was his home. Not that he couldn't affort to buy it but the Brukes wouldn't let anyone get hands on their property.
"Let me guess...why would a blond pretty lady be in here for.." Dalton started saying while he rolled his eyes trying to seem like he was thinking. Taking a step closer to the cell, he brought his eyes back down and stared at the girl through the bars.
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Post by Samantha Taylor Rivera on Jul 3, 2007 20:40:00 GMT -5
Turning her head towards the voice she eyed the boy. "Your walls right what are you like the mayor of this town" she asked as she put away her knife. Sammy stood up and walked towards the bars putting her hands on them she eyed the boy directly into his eyes.
"Why don't you mind your own bloody hell bussiness eh chap" she asked with a hint of anger. Walking away from him again she gave him a small flirty smile. "Why don't you help me out of this joint and maybe i'll tell you" she said with a small smirk.
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