forum Well as I'm Waiting... Anyone want to do a One-on-One with me??? Hey It turns out someone actually wants to so this is closed, but Stalkers are fine

Started July 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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(Yus.)

So random pan to him robbing some place.

Leon was looking around quietly, the lights and cameras were off, and tried opening the vault.

The vault stayed shut. The guard in the corner snored.

"Damn it," He muttered as he went over to the guard and quietly tried to pick pocket him.

The guard snorted awake and stared at him.
He realized what was happening and screamed, "Intruder! INTRUDER!!! BLACK HOODIE, JEANS, CHUCKS!"
As he shouted his description an alarm rang, since it was voice activated.

"ShitShitShitShitShitShit," He took off his hoodie which revealed a black shirt and we tried to casually speed-walk out of the bank.

(And because this world doesn't FUCKING SUCK ASS WITH POLICE)

"STAHP RIGHT THERE!" A security guard points a gun at him. A shaky old lady stood behind him saying, "Yes, that's him, I saw him skulking off to the back area!"

(lol)
He turned as he put his hands up and slowly walked backwards.

(Then yeet the jail process here cuz i have no idea what im doin)

A Month later…

(at least he lost his virginity)

"Hey prisoner 43567, get up." A gruff guard voice growled at the end of his cell.

(wait what, when did he lose his virginity?)
He quietly got up and walked over to the guard, "What do you need?"

(hahahaa drop the soap jokes nvm)

"Someone's bailed you out." He glared at him down his nose. "It's a damn shame too. Trash like you don't belong on the streets." He grumbled this as he unlocked the cell door and beckoned him out.
"Alright follow me." He starts walking down the winding hallway and to a little window, where Leon got his possessions back. "Alright, the main room is right up those steps. Try to do something a little different with your life, okay?"

(oki den)

He looked up when he heard the first sentence and looked confused but kept following him, "Who bailed me out?"

"I dunno, go look for yourself, kid. They're waiting in the front room. Like I said."

"Okay, okay, I'm going." He said as he walked over to the front room and quietly opened the door, not looking at the person that bailed him out.

The front room was a little crowded, and the desk attendant scowled over. "Okay, Mr. Mafri, he's here."
Mr. Jaxon Mafri rose from his seat next to the desk, but he looked different. The darkness that had fallen over his face a month ago hadn't loosened, and he had a new scar with stitches on his neck. He also looked scrawnier than usual.

"J-Jax?!" He asked as he looked up in surprise, Leon looked a little different himself. His skin was covered his scars, he was kind of skinny. He also looked colder and meaner than usual.

(Well the only visual scar of his is on his neck)

Jax's face remained cold and he nodded a little. "Yeah."

(oki den)

"Why did you bail me out?"

Jax crossed his arms. "I don't know." Leon spotted a few scars on the outside of his arms; they seemed new, set shallower. "But don't get yourself caught again. I won't have the money to bail you out again." He growled this in a harsh tone.

"First of all, what happened to you while I was gone and where did you get the money to bail me out again?"

"Neither," he started harshly, "of those things matter. What should matter to you is not getting caught again."

"Yes, sir, I get it. I won't go running around trying to get caught. Now answer my questions, Mr. Mafri."