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Post by Damian on Aug 26, 2014 20:12:06 GMT -5
GAME MASTER
Tuesday, August 26th, 2014 3:15 P.M. It had been approximately three days since Subject Zero was released into Auberry, California by the National Biodefense Analysis and Countermeasure Center (NBACC). Unknown to the residents of Fresno County, California, the entire county had been placed under quarantine; no one allowed in or out. Military checkpoints dotted each major entry into the county, effectively blocking access. All flights within the county were grounded and ones leading in were redirected elsewhere much to the chagrin of passengers and travellers alike. Every person who tried to enter or leave Fresno County was met with the same hostile demeanor from the National Guard troops stationed on the outskirts and told to simply turn around. Those that refused to comply were detained. The weather is 78°F and is mostly cloudy. There is a 10 mph wind.Up until this point, the situation in Auberry, California had not reached those living in other places within the state. The residents of Los Angeles were ignorant to what was happening just north of them until people began to upload live videos and photographs to websites such as LiveLeak and YouTube, as well as Facebook and other social media outlets. Once that began to happen, word and gossip began to spread like wildfire throughout the state of California as a whole but nothing was being done about it as of yet. The police agencies outside of Fresno County were awfully silent, as was the Californian National Guard; who were now known to be in a position where they'd quarantined off Fresno County as a whole. Outrage began to mount as the public demanded something be done immediately to help out their fellow Americans. Damian Trautmann is within the Los Angeles Police Department Headquarters, watching a news feed about the current on-goings within Auberry. Jason Walsh is currently hanging out with his friends around the Cypress Recreational Center in Northeast Los Angeles. ((Click the URL to see your actual positions on Google Maps. Damian Trautmann has been given NPC permission for fellow Law Enforcement Officers within the LAPD HQ. Jason Walsh has been given NPC permission for his friends. ))
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Post by NonePizza on Aug 31, 2014 2:45:37 GMT -5
“Are we really just going to sit here and do nothing? I mean it’s almost been an hour since we got here and I’m not playing another fucking game of Grounders.”
Nothing exciting was happening that afternoon except for a few kids who thought playing at the park was the best day of their lives. Their screams echoed through the jungle gyms annoyingly enunciating their entertainment, only making the three lounging teens groan. A fourth teen, Jason, obviously standing out amongst the children and toddlers, was currently hanging upside down from the rickety bridge that connected two platforms.
“Well, Jesse,” he grunted as he released one hand from the railing, “If you can think of something fun to do that isn’t bullshit, please tell us.”
“And this isn’t bullshit?”
“I’m not the one who told everyone to meet here with no plans, dumbass.”
Bending his head back Jason looked at the other three boys spreading themselves around the gazebo, indirectly scaring off the families wishing to set up on the picnic tables. They all wore the same bored, monotonous expression, Jesse being a little more perturbed than the others and Jason smirked sadly. He shook his head and released his other hand from the railing just in time for a kid to come running across the bridge painfully bouncing him off.
His stomach and knees hit the railing, holding him in place while the planks continuously smashed against his back, before he slipped and landed head-to-back first against the sand. Jason gasped and swore as he laid in defeat on the ground, grumbling when he heard his twin mock him.
“Dumbass.”
“Go to hell, Jesse.”
After a moment to breathe, Jason rolled onto his stomach before pushing himself to his feet walking towards the gazebo where the three still chuckled at Jason’s misfortune. It wasn’t enough to get Jason riled into a fury, but it was enough to make them stop through immature means. A punch to Jesse’s shoulder and a tug against Daniel’s, his friend closest to his brother, blond hair made both of them yelp.
“Shut up, you giant fuck.” Jason called to Daniel for good measure, giving Jesse another shove. By this time Ethan, who was sitting on the other side of the table, stopped laughing not wanting grumpy Jason to come after him. However, his glasses got a good flick by the time Jason reached over the table.
“We could always go for a drive around the city.” Ethan suggested, fumbling for his glasses and shooting Jason a glare.
Jason scoffed before Daniel spoke for him. “Ya gunna shit out a car too, E? Come on, I’m thinkin’ of a nice Hummer or some shit. Heh, take this bullshit express off-road, yeah?”
“Walking is good too. You know, the thing you do with your legs?” Jesse chimed in.
“Well obviously we would have to walk to the car I’m not about to shit out!” Ethan said. Jason blinked, lifting his head to look at his friend after shooting the others a glance of surprise. “Wait so you weren’t joking about the drive? Well shit! What do you have for us?”
“My parents are out for a bit,” Ethan began, sliding off the bench, “They carpooled with their friends to some business fiasco across town so--”
Daniel beamed, “Shit we’re talkin’ like—party at your house and a car, yeah?”
“Sure I guess. The car would be a little less illegal considering you have your license, Daniel.”
Everyone was sliding off the benches following behind Ethan, the only one looking upset being Jesse. He was never in place with the crowds Jason associated himself with but found himself being roped in whenever things got too boring around home. Not to mention he was always manipulated into bailing Jason out whenever his twin had the chance to use him. It was a surprise he still stuck around.
Daniel laughed at the comment. “Can’t believe you waited until now to tell us this shit. Been playin’ Grounders like we’re back in the--”
“Don’t even start. You’re a senior and I still see you playing Manhunt with freshmen at school.” Jesse snapped.
“Fucking calm yourself, Jesse. If you’re such a pissbaby about this you can go back home.” Jason muttered.
There was a stubborn sigh but Jesse remained at the group’s side as they all headed towards Ethan’s house.
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Post by Damian on Sept 1, 2014 0:40:59 GMT -5
"...startling news, for sure. However, we're being told that the death toll has reached approximately 100 in Auberry. The rioters have clashed with several Fresno County Sheriff's Department personnel who are doing their best to keep the peace. Due to the extreme violence exhibited by the rioters, the Fresno Police Department has lent some of their Officers to assist. We can only hope for a peaceful resolution soon.
Now, to sports!"
Damian turned away from the news at that point; mainstream media often made him disgusted. He usually referred to Wikipedia for his news; it was neutral and kept up to date on a regular basis... and usually gave more facts than any news outlet would, which was sad in his opinion.
As he watched the news report which was on just about every Californian news station, Damian sipped at his French vanilla cappucino from Dunkin' Donuts and stared at it awkwardly. It's a shame we don't have a Tim Horton's somewhere in this state... I really do miss home sometimes. He forced the decent tasting cappucino down and turned away from the latest NFL news, heading towards his office. He was a Detective II with the Los Angeles Police Department; Homicide Detective. It was usually a task left to those with a strong stomach and mental state of mind. Damian never thought of himself as a very strong mental athlete, however, he did have one advantage over most in his line of work: he was jaded. He'd cut himself off emotionally from so many people that he simply didn't care what he was looking at or who; nor what state they were in. Thus why when the news warned of the graphic material (and their interpretation of "graphic" left a lot to be desired) it didn't even bother him. He was curious about the whole ordeal, though... rioters in Auberry? He'd never even heard of Auberry. It was so small and out of the way... what could the people living there possibly be rioting over? Lack of ammunition at the gun range?
Damian found his desk in the Homicide office and sat down, reviewing the notes on his latest case and the link he had been missing up until recently: Jason Walsh, an insider to one of the most brutal gangs in Los Angeles. This gang was known for its incredibly brutal and random murders; they were hard to predict and even harder to trace. The Detective knew that Jason wasn't in the gang per se, but he hung around members that could get him in. That's what made Jason so special and a top priority for Damian to keep alive.
The whole case was now hinging on how well Jason could perform as a confidential informant. If he could continue supplying Damian with names, dates, times... then it would go smoothly. But if Jason just felt like the whole informant thing was his free ticket out of trouble; the kid was sorely mistaken. Would I treat it the same way? Probably.
Damian pulled his iPhone 5 out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts; not having to search very far, there were only 5. He clicked on one and let the phone ring dial, "Let's see what Walsh has been up to."
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Post by NonePizza on Sept 1, 2014 17:01:56 GMT -5
The walk to Ethan’s was longer than Jason had remembered. There was barely any exchange of conversation for the entire trip but at least no one was getting on each other’s nerves from the boredom; even Jesse was quiet about their plans for once. Concerning, but no one complained about the older twin’s silence. Jason picked up the pace and pulled ahead of the group, walking offset to see the three over his shoulder. His increase in speed caused Daniel to match his strides, ditching the others a good couple of steps behind. At that point the other two didn’t care nor did they make any effort to exert themselves further. “God damn if ya guys walk any slower it will be next week by the time we get to E’s.” “We don’t all have fucking skyscrapers for legs, Daniel.” Jesse teased. Even Jason was having a hard time keeping up with the blond at a walking pace. “Keep it up Daniel,” Jason huffed, “And I might think you want to race me.” This caused the whole group to smirk at each other. If anything quelled boredom it was a challenge. Especially a challenge that would get everyone to their destination faster. Daniel cackled excitedly. “Bring it. Let’s go!” “Alright. Ready.” Jason smirked. The two lanky teens stopped their walking and adjusted their stance, making sure their starting foot was at each other’s level. They bent themselves lightly as they turned to look ahead of them. “Go!” They both pushed off before the word could fully leave Jason’s mouth and sprinted from Cypress and Maceo to Cypress and Alice in no time flat. The other two tried keeping up with them, more for avoiding the awkwardness of being left behind, but were left in the dust soon after passing King Taco. Daniel was tall and fast, able to take much longer lunges than Jason, but Jason was agile. He had been pushing himself in cardio routines much longer than his friend and was more skilled and aware of his pace and turns. They continued down Cypress Avenue and Jason pushed to pull ahead, ducking, dodging, and avoiding pedestrians and obstacles more smoothly than Daniel. It didn’t take much of an effort to put some major distance between the two. His breath started to leave in smaller, harder to control gasps and the ache in his chest to thighs was getting harder to ignore, causing him to curse and gulp in attempt to focus. The pain and burning nausea made him fumble in his footing and beg his body silently for a second wind; he was almost there! Chaucer Street. Almost. The next side street ahead was his destination! It was enough for him to idiotically waste his breath control over another stream of curses as he rounded the corner on Asbury Street. Just at the end of the road sat a rather large house surrounded by low set brick pillars, each connected by white wrought iron fencing. The decorative spikes on the top were a little menacing but it didn’t stop Jason from scaling them in attempts of entering the front yard quicker. Hopefully none of the neighbors thought of calling the police at the sight. Tipping himself over the fencing, Jason fell to the grass in a heavy thump, feeling a sharp pain spike from his shin. “Fuck!” One of the decorative spikes caught the teen’s legs but upon inspection it didn’t look bad at all. In fact it wasn’t even bleeding. Shrugging it off he stood to take a seat on the porch, surprised to feel his pocket buzzing violently. Jason smirked reaching for his phone, expecting his brother to be calling him but was disheartened at the name that clouded his HTC Salsa’s screen. 'Fun Killer.'What was Trautmann calling for now? And why now of all times? “What?” he answered, still heavily gasping for air from the run.
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Post by Damian on Sept 3, 2014 19:25:54 GMT -5
When the phone finished dialing and was picked up on the other end, Damian felt his heart plummet into his stomach, which in turn turned to knots. Jason sounded as if he was exacerbated; panting heavily and barely managing to get out an exhausted, "What?"
Damian cut right to the chase, "Jason? Are you in trouble? Who's chasing you?"
A worst-case scenario played through Damian's head; Jason had either just witnessed or been a part of a major gang incident and was now either running for his life, from the cops, or both. If Jason was picked up by the cops, Damian would pull some strings to get him back on the streets as soon as he was able... but it would be a major headache. If Jason's life was in trouble, however, he could only hope to stay on the line with Jason before going to get him personally. If he couldn't, then he would try to pull some strings and get a patrol car to pick the teenager up.
"Listen, if you're in trouble; tell me where you are and I'll help you out. I need you alive and I'm sure you'd like to stay that way. Don't do anything stupid, just keep calm."
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Post by NonePizza on Sept 3, 2014 20:04:54 GMT -5
Jason continued to gasp and pant for air as his shaky hand hurried to wipe the sweat running down his cheek, an unimpressed expression slipping onto his features as Damian sounded panicked. It was almost laughable at the shit that was spouting from the cop’s mouth. Jason would eat his shirt if the day that Damian was actually concerned for Jason’s day-to-day well-being would come around. He hissed an inaudible laugh as he shook his head, resting his chin in his hand.
God this detective sure could talk. “Jeez, you gunna stop shitting your pants for five seconds so I can say I’m fine?”
“Jason?! For fuck sakes ya can run, eh?!”
The familiar sound of Daniel’s huffing voice made Jason groan; the last thing he wanted was his friends overhearing his conversation with Damian.
“Bro! Over here! Already sittin’ on Ethan’s porch!” he called out, pulling his mouth a little away from his phone. He brought his cheek back to the device when he heard Daniel fiddle the front gate open.
“Listen. Let’s cut to the point and ask what you want from me? I’m fine.” He brought his voice low and quickly finished his sentence off with “…No cops and no gangs.”
“Jason! Yo man, I had to wait around for your bro and E. They were like miles behind us! They’re comin’ down the street now. Should be a few---Oh you’re on the phone. Sorry, yo.”
The blonde huffed and collapsed himself against the grass a little ways from the porch, giving Jason some privacy while he died. There was a strange expression on his friend’s face as he gave Jason a double take.
“Holy shit!”
Jason jumped, “What man?! What?”
“Your fucking leg! It’s gushing blood!”
“Shit!”
He hissed and leaned back against the stone archway as he took a look at his shin. Where the white tear was etched before now spouted a stream of red which thickly coated his leg. From the amount of curses streaming from Jason’s mouth at the sight it was a wonder if Damian still believed him when he said he was fine.
“Dan. Go into Ethan’s and see if you can’t find me some gauze or something! Ah, fuck.”
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Post by Damian on Sept 3, 2014 21:09:47 GMT -5
Damian rubbed a hand over his face as he listened to Jason's replies. Just remember, this kid is your only chance of breaking the case... Keep it together. He remained silent as he listened to the other end of the conversation for a few moments; Jason wasn't alone. For a split second, Damian assumed Jason was bluffing and the voices he heard were those of his pursuers. But then he heard the familiarity in Jason's tone as he addressed those he was talking to and tried to interject, "Listen, Jason; you have to understand that when I call you expecting results and I hear you almost completely out of breath... I assume the worst. I know the spot you're in can be difficult, but you have to do your best. Without you, I have nothing."
"Listen. Let's cut to the point and ask what you want from me? I'm fine... no cops and no gangs." While Damian was relieved to hear that, he wasn't relieved to be cut off again on the other end. The Detective tried to retort and very sternly explain to Jason what he wanted him to do but overheard yelling and then something about Jason's leg gushing blood.
Damian rose from his sitting position, obviously not buying Jason's story now. Something was going on and he didn't like it one bit. There was no way he was going to let harm come to his only insider.
"Jason, listen to me. What's happened? I'm going to get an ambulance and some cruisers to your location. I'll be there as soon as I can. Just stay on the phone with me. Where are you?" Damian tucked the chair to his desk in as he rushed outside to the parking lot to find his 2010 Dodge Charger.
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Post by NonePizza on Sept 4, 2014 0:21:58 GMT -5
“Jesus, bro. It’s fucking on the porch and everything!”
“Daniel! The fuck did I just say?! Get me some god damn bandages or I’m getting your boyfriend to make you scrub the blood from his fucking stairs!”
“Man shut the fuck up, E and I aren’t even a thi--”
“DAN!”
Jason adjusted his sitting position so his phone cradled uncomfortably against his neck and shoulder, taking a bloodied finger to tap the volume a little louder. He grunted, barely listening to Damian’s side of the event as he attempted examining himself further.
More blood bubbled from the cut as Jason’s fingers squeezed and prodded at his shin, awkwardly trying to force his leg in a comfortable position to get a better angle. He was about ninety percent sure that the cut didn’t need stitches, but he still felt his stomach drop when his mind tuned back to the detective on the other end. He wasn’t a paramedic himself but he had been through enough incidents to know how to wrap a limb and there was no way in hell his day was going to be hampered by an ambulance check-up. God, this guy was more paranoid than his parents.
“There is absolutely no way in hell you are getting an ambulance here!” Jason huffed. His voice rose a few notches, “Cruisers?! Jesus! Trautmann don’t you fucking dare! The last thing I need right now is half the LAPD on my ass because you’re fucking worried about a god damn scratch!”
Frustration replaced the horror in his gut and boiled over into rage, his blood crusted hand pulled at his hair enunciating his annoyance. Even Daniel didn’t say a word upon returning as he knew when to step away from sparks. All he did was dump the contents of a small plastic box label ‘First Aid’ next to him before stepping back into the house. The only thanks left Jason in a growl, quick to snatch up some pads to wipe the blood away.
“You might as well go back to your desk, Trautmann. I’m not going to be here by the time your little crew shows. Cause when mine get here we aren’t sitting around for EMS and cops who hate teens.”
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Post by Damian on Sept 9, 2014 0:52:51 GMT -5
GAME MASTER
Tuesday, August 26th, 2014 4:00 P.M. The news reports continued to come in with first-hand reports about what was happening in Auberry. The public concern and demand began to skyrocket, demanding something be done for the people who were now effectively refugees within Fresno county. Law Enforcement agencies in Los Angeles county begin discussions about sending some of their own personnel to assist the Fresno County Law Enforcement. A decision is made that all Los Angeles County Law Enforcement personnel are to be put on standby in case they are needed.
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Post by Damian on Sept 11, 2014 17:11:47 GMT -5
Damian got into his Charger, buckling himself in with his iPhone still up against his ear. He reached to place the keys in the ignition but before he could turn the car on, he heard Jason on the other end speak direct to him again, "“Cruisers?! Jesus! Trautmann don’t you fucking dare! The last thing I need right now is half the LAPD on my ass because you’re fucking worried about a god damn scratch!"
"Well, then you damn well better tell me where you are because I'm coming to find you whether you like it or not. Don't make me trace your location, Walsh. We have a deal."
"You might as well go back to your desk, Trautmann. I’m not going to be here by the time your little crew shows. Cause when mine get here we aren’t sitting around for EMS and cops who hate teens."
Damian sighed heavily, turning the ignition; he was going to find this little prick if it was the last thing he did, "No one hates you, Jason. Don't listen to that bullshit your ganger friends tell you; we're not all out to get you. Now, I won't ask again; tell me where you are or you will have the entire LAPD looking for you."
Damian heard his phone vibrate in his hand and against his ear; he'd recieved a text. He pulled the phone from his ear and put Jason on speaker so that he could listen to him while checking his text at the same time. As the Detective navigated his way to his text message inbox, he expected it to be from a friend or maybe his family back home; they often sent iMessages which were free internationally. However, it was instead a notification from his Supervisor stating that he was needed in the briefing room ASAP. This caught his attention as he either suspected he was in some sort of trouble or that something major had happened in the case he was working on.. though he doubted the latter as Jason was the key to that and he was the only contact Jason had. Shit... why now?
Damian kept quiet despite his frustration as he navigated back to regular speaker on the phone, "Fine, Jason. I'll trust your judgment for now but I want you to at least get a trained professional to look at your injury; not some fuckup hippy gangbanger wannabe."
Damian hung up instantly after that; throwing his phone down on the seat next to him. He could feel his anger and frustration rising and knew he needed to cool down before he went back upstairs.
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Post by NonePizza on Sept 26, 2014 2:42:26 GMT -5
Damian’s next choice of words made Jason’s heart sink even further in his stomach. He paused his poor medical treatments as he froze in place for a brief second. They did have a deal, that much was certain and as far as Jason was concerned he did nothing but hold up to his end. Sure he caused the detective a little trouble here or there but nothing to jeopardize his job on purpose. His little deal for protection with the police barely held to the risks he did for Damian to get him further in some gang war murder spree fiasco.
“Don’t…” he muttered between clenched teeth. “Don’t you dare talk to me like I don’t fucking know what we got, Trautmann. You don’t get to guilt trip or threaten me like that especially when I’m not doing your dirty work right now. You got all I have at this point and I am not trying again today.” He snapped. “So trace me all you fucking want; I’ve got nothin’.”
His heart pounded as the silent pause made him fearful, not only for the possibility of police on Ethan’s doorstep for sure after his outburst but also for the repercussive argument that might follow from Damian’s end. He cursed, continuing to wrap his still bleeding leg as he waited for the detective to reply. No doubt his stubborn attitude would continue to try and get the last word in, despite his twisting stomach.
"Fine, Jason. I'll trust your judgment for now but I want you to at least get a trained professional to look at your injury; not some fuckup hippy gangbanger wannabe."
The dismissive tones in Damian’s response absolutely floored Jason. He half expected the detective to turn around and laughingly admit his joke but the only thing that followed was silence. If it wasn’t for his phone giving a beeping reminder that the call ended Jason would have still been waiting.
“Fucking…stupid prick…police bitch…” Jason hissed, pocketing his phone.
“Who are you talking to?”
Being preoccupied with his anger and now bandage leg, Jason didn’t notice that Jesse and Ethan had finally arrived. They both wore a curious expression but neither of them dug for more information when the only response Jason gave them was an irritated shrug. They all knew when to leave well enough alone.
Upon hearing Jesse’s voice, Daniel emerged from the house with a concerned look. He glanced at Jason before mirroring Damian’s words, “Jason fucked his leg up pretty bad. Should we like…call someone?”
“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Jason exclaimed, throwing the first aid kit back into the house.
“That’s Jason’s call, I guess.” Jesse responded. He casted a glance over the bandages before narrowing his eyes at his brother. A few splotches of blood started to leak through the bandage but Jason was in such a fuss he didn't dare make any mention to it.
Ethan and Daniel exchanged looks with each other while Jason took a deep breath. “It stopped bleeding alright. I’m fine. Seriously. Now are we going to get a move on this beach trip or what? I’m growing old here!”
It was now or never with the teens’ drive and he was quick to usher everyone into Ethan’s parent’s car; a black, noticeably used, 2000 Buick Regal. Jason would never admit it but Damian’s little threat made him nervous and his planned trip was not getting ruined so quickly by him.
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Post by Damian on Oct 2, 2014 20:14:26 GMT -5
GAME MASTER As Damian re-enters the LAPD precinct, he is informed of the situation ongoing in Auberry and Fresno. The Detective is also told that he is to be put on standby should he be required to assist. During this little meeting, he is told that any confidential informants he has and / or any notable suspects needing to be detained should be picked up and put into protective custody ASAP as there is a possibility that the Los Angeles County law enforcement agencies will be unable to properly enforce their own jurisdictions should they be called to assist in Fresno County.
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Post by Damian on Oct 2, 2014 20:43:27 GMT -5
Damian had his orders: he needed to get Jason into protective custody. This changed things a little bit and Damian already knew Jason was going to rebel if their conversation earlier made any indication.
The Detective once more made his way down to the garage of the station, unlocking and getting into his Dodge Charger. He sat in the driver's seat and pulled his iPhone 5 out of his pocket, pulling up his contact list. He needed Jason to see reason, but the dumb kid was probably still fuming after their last interaction not half an hour ago. That's not my problem, though. The time for games is over. He'll see reason or he'll wind up in a cell. Damian pulled up Jason's info on his phone and paused as he went to tap the "Call" button. He considered it for a moment and then thought of something more clever; something that would bait Jason's interest. He selected the text option instead and began typing away.
"Something came up. I need to meet you ASAP, no excuses. Where are you?" Damian finished the text and watched the status bar finish; the text had gone through. He sat there and waited for a response and if he didn't get one, then there were always other ways of getting ahold of Jason.
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Post by NonePizza on Oct 22, 2014 2:59:37 GMT -5
The hum of the old car echoed through the neighborhood as the ignition finally started, fueling a happy sigh from Jason. He piled into the back with Jesse as they allowed for Ethan to take the passenger’s side.
“Alright, Dan, You know how to get there right?” Ethan asked, buckling himself in.
“Yeah. It’s going to take a while though. ‘Cpecially with the afternoon traffic.”
There was a few silent nods to Daniel’s comment, however no one seemed to complain. Surprisingly enough. Jason half expected even himself to groan in retaliation to the long drive, but he was just anxious to get on the road more than anything.
If Damian was true to his threat hopefully the traffic would play to their advantage and slow him down as well. “Should we take side streets or the highway?” he asked, leaning back into his seat.
“Whichever would get us less noticed by the cops…” Jesse muttered.
Daniel turned, looking passed the twins as he reversed out of the driveway, a confident smirk on his face as they pulled onto Isabel Street. “I’m takin’ the highway. Anythin’ said otherwise you guys are more than welcome to drive.”
“Jesse stop being such a little bitch. No one will pull us over, goddamn.” Jason covered his quivering voice with a quick cough. All he needed to do was keep chanting that to himself and maybe the ride to the beach won’t be anxiety ridden.
Even his twin noticed his off demeanor and stared hard at him, making Jason shift in his seat. Trying to control himself was going to be harder than he thought. This being made apparently when Ethan’s voice called out to him.
“Jason?”
He jumped, clearing his throat yet a second time, “Y-Yeah?”
“How’s your leg? I’m only curious because…well…your bandage is spotting already…”
“Spotting? What the hell does that mean?”
His voice trailed off as he inspected his leg, the wound stinging just thinking about it. Through the thick, poorly compressed bandage small splotches of red appeared; fresh blood still seemed to seep through.
A small buzz made Jason automatically fish his phone from his pocket, quickly checking the text while holding his hand against the gauze.
“Oh god…”
"Something came up. I need to meet you ASAP, no excuses. Where are you?"
Why? Why?! This was so infuriating! This is exactly why Jason wanted to get on the road so badly and they just managed to get onto the highway! There was still so long to go…what could he even reply back with?
Nothing.
The simplest answer in that moment was nothing. He pocketed his phone and let a shaky breath pass his lips. Just ignoring the fact that he owned a phone until they at least hit the beach.
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Post by Damian on Jan 14, 2015 21:10:06 GMT -5
Damian waited impatiently as he stared at the text menu on his phone. This kid better fucking reply soon or I'm going to wring his fucking neck. 30 more seconds passed and Damian became increasingly more frustrated. He sent another text,
Answer me right now. This is serious; you and your friends are in danger. Where are you?
If that didn't get the kid to respond, he didn't know what would. He needed to find him and fast and his resources at the moment were severely limited. He could try to trace Jason's number to get a general idea of where he was and have basic units try to nab him. He could also put up an APB. This would ensure Jason would be found and found quickly... but he didn't want to cause any unwanted attention to be brought to Jason. Then again, he was a teenager known to be assosciated with a dangerous gang. If he were nabbed, they'd disown him... only if they found out. It was a gamble Damian might have to play.
Come on, Jason... don't back me into a corner. Come on, you piece of shit, answer your fucking text.
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