Author Topic: Highler Ridge :: Rebirth  (Read 17755 times)

"The forget? Civil Disturbance? I thought this was america!? We have free speech starfish! We can say what we want! It's in the motherloving constution." I look at the other guy yelling at the cop, looking at him like What the forget do we do?.
stuff i meant to put disturbance of peace
oh well

While the other man was distracted, I forced the door open, knocking the two of them back
« Last Edit: June 13, 2013, 11:04:51 PM by Decepticon »

          As the police arrive, I look at them and point to the fight again that's down the street, beginning to yell, before I'm thrown to the side by the cold door of a Crown Victorian.  I stumble into car parked on the side of the road, and look up at the cop.  "Th' fock!" I yell, beginning to get back up.

          As the police arrive, I look at them and point to the fight again that's down the street, beginning to yell, before I'm thrown to the side by the cold door of a Crown Victorian.  I stumble into car parked on the side of the road, and look up at the cop.  "Th' fock!" I yell, beginning to get back up.

Nice double post.
Good job.


"Hey, i'm sorry, but look, you're trying to grab me and hit me for no apparent reason." i say to the man I just hit with my door before closing it.

Nice double post.
Good job.
My phone likes to do that.
blazer get on steam
My dad's internet is wonky and stuffty.
"Hey, i'm sorry, but look, you're trying to grab me and hit me for no apparent reason." i say to the man I just hit with my door before closing it.
"Den maybe you do somethin' 'bout th' crime 'ere!" he then continues to ramble on again in Swahili.

I watch from the background, hiding my face as best I could.

I look over to the man yelling at me in a foreign language. "Listen, I don't speak your language, but you're not involved in this." I walk away from him, him still yelling at me, and over to the guy in the suit, ready to pull out my glock. The two other officers do the same. "Hey, you!" I yell over at him.

"Hey, i'm sorry, but look, you're trying to grab me and hit me for no apparent reason." i say to the man I just hit with my door before closing it.
"No I wasn't, you lying mothaforgeta! I was yelling at you! You fascist ass motherforgeter! I didn't grab any of yo dirty, greasy ass stuff!" (all said in a italian accent)

I quickly pivot on my feet and begin half jogging away

NAME| Alan Sheffield-Westmond
LOCA| Fresa Apartments, Apartment 45
ACTN| Resting.
INVT| Wallet [in: $16, photo ID, credit card]
OBJV| Wait for his parents.



I wake up around 1 AM. Despite this, my parents are still not home. But someone else is. I open my eyes, and find Megan sitting in the chair across the room, watching the news. As I sit up, she quickly turns. "Alan, you scared me."
"How can I scare you? This is my house."
"I thought you were asleep. I was waiting for your parents to show up."
I shrug, and rub my eyes before standing up and walking in front of the TV. As I watch, I cross my arms. "...a jailbreak has occurred in downtown Goodyear, with one inmate still reported as missing," the anchorman stated as the camera panned over a damaged Mustang.
Megan looks at me, and asks, "Weren't you there?"
"I suppose I left several minutes early. Or maybe it was happening as I left."
She shrugs, and looks toward me. "So, what happened with your brother?" Over the next half hour, I recant the story Lt. Jerse had earlier. The whole time, Megan nods and listens intently. After I finally finish, she gives me a hug and pulls away before saying, "How do you feel?"
"Indifferent. I expected this, but not in this way. I expected him to be found under an overpass, dead following an overdose." As Megan nods, my cell phone began to ring. I ran to pick it up. "Hello?"
"Alan, it's Julie." Julie was my eighteen year-old sister.
"Julie, where are you guys? It's 1:15," I state while glancing at the wall clock.
"We'll probably be here until 5. We've shut down the engine, too. There's tons of traffic."
"What? Put ma on the phone." I hear a rustle before my mother begins to speak.
"Alan?"
"I'm here, ma."
"It's miles of brake lights out here. We won't be home for the next several hours."
"Please tell me Julie's exaggerating."
"No, Alan. Afraid not."
I sigh, before speaking, "Alright, I'll see you later." I hang up the phone. Megan chimes in from across the room, "What happened?"
"There's a lot of traffic right now, probably due to the prison break. Where are your folks?"
"Milwaukee."
"What for?"
"Visiting an old friend of theirs."
I nod, and put my phone down. "Well, you're welcome to stay here."
"No, it's okay. I'll see you later."
I wave as she walks out the door, and I lock it before sitting back down on the couch to watch the news.


          As the police aren't looking, I reach for my concealed carry holster, grabbing the grip on my .45 and pulling it out, quickly flicking the safety off with my thumb.  I take aim at the police officer nearest to me -- the one who'd just gotten out of his car, and squeeze a round off at the man's upper back.

Me and the other police officers begin chasing the man, until suddenly, a sharp pain in my back, the officers suddenly turn around and begin shooting at the man that just shot me, one of them had their standard M14. I could already hear the man's flesh being shot open. I roll over and begin taking off my jacket and I realized - I forgot to take off most of my Minor-SWAT gear. The bullet was slowed down by the kevlar, but I was still bleeding pretty badly. "Gah, forget YOU!" I yell at the man. And to think I was sorry for him. I could hear the other officer calling for an ambulance right away.



Meanwhile, on the news..

Today was where the memorial & Funeral was set up for the 25 law enforcement officers of the police department and the SWAT were killed yesterday's jailbreak. Because of this massacre, bridge toll booths have been set up and have a large amount of security. It's been said you will have to show them your license, and if it's valid and you aren't wanted for anything, you'll be let through. If not, you will be held by security until law enforcement arrives. Back to you, Tailgate Jones

"Who sent us out here to do a story? A story about what? Uh, as you can see there's construction away here, uh, they dug out a little bit, there's water that's accumulated, traffic's backed up, in the city the size of Highler Ridge, there's ALWAYS traffic..
So what's the big loving deal? What the forget are we doing here?
I ask you, what in the forget are we doing out here? Hell, I don't know."
« Last Edit: June 14, 2013, 01:12:53 AM by Decepticon »

As the 2 officers were busy with the shooter and the other guy was on the ground, I hopped in my car, and began to drive. I then stopped at the end of the street and turned my car around. I begin to drive down, I then roll down my window, point my Uzi out, and spray 30 rounds at the 2 cops shooting at the other guy. I scream "forget YOU FASCIST BITCHESSSSSSSS!" then roll my window up and continue to drive. It would be assumed the 2 cops are dead or severly injured.