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Post by Arbiter124 on Oct 4, 2014 15:52:42 GMT -6
Connor 'Arby' Mattison
June 14th, 2015
Los Santos
RING!RING!RING!
Arby's arm swung out of his blanket, and smashed down on his alarm clock. He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. Forcing open his eyes, he stared up at the ceiling fan, which just twirled round and round infinitely. How'd it have that much energy? Just to keep going and going, never coming to rest unless ordered to do so.
He surely didn't have that much energy, or that much drive. If he did, he'd probably have a job, a better apartment a girlfriend, and a car that didn't suck. That'd be nice.
"Let's go..." He mumbled, swinging his legs out of his bed. He stood in his boxers, stretching his arms and letting out a loud yawn and walking out to the window. He moved the right shade over, poking his head out. The sun beat down, with guys and girls walking over to the beach. He sighed, shook his head, and walked over to his dresser.
Arby pulled his bright blue tank top over his torso. He grabbed a pair of his black chino shorts, pulling them over his boxers. Slipping on socks and his skate shoes, he walked on out of his bedroom. He sauntered over to the counter, grabbing his dogtags and slipping them on.
Next to that, was the eviction notification. The slip of paper that was ruining his life. He needed one thousand dollars by the end of the week. He had barely five hundred to his name. Unemployment was a bitch.
He turned around to his stove, with the dirty pan on it. He had eggs in the fridge, so scrambled was an option.
On the other hand, there was a Lucky Plucker across the street.
Arby slammed the door on his way out.
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Post by BasedGoody on Oct 4, 2014 16:22:20 GMT -6
Terry "Goody" Webber
Inner City
Terry felt as if he had been dipped in a bath of regret as he sprinted down the street. The 19-year-old Webber boy adorned in a sweaty, flowered Hawaiian shirt, light brown cargo shorts, and a ski mask was stumbling and shoving his way down the side walk with an angry clerk behind him. The kid thought he had it made, but he forgot to never bring a knife to a gun fight. His mind raced to come up with a plan, alas he was never one to come up with something on the spot.
His running shoes clapped below him and the wind attacked his exposed eyes and mouth. People around him stared with a mix of shock and disgust as he dropped his shoulder through a group, clutching a shopping back full of money. Well, full was an over statement. Terry was emptying the register so fast he barely noticed the clerk walk to the back room and acquire a shotgun. Therefor, the bag was not filled to even a mediocre amount.
Webber could feel the man catching up to him, he could almost feel the worker's warm breath wash over his neck, but that did not stop him from taking long strides to escape. Ahead of him he noticed a fast-food joint. The kid didn't bother reading the whole name, The Burger - something?
Either way Terry sped down the sidewalk, dodging and spinning around those who got in his way. He stopped short and ducked into the restaurant. The woman behind the desk screamed. The robber was confused, until he remembered his outfit. He would scream if he saw someone in a Hawaiian shirt, too.
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Post by LaxKnight on Oct 7, 2014 11:56:59 GMT -6
Jessica "Jay-Bird" Bailey
Inner City
There was a short beep and then the song "99 Problems" by Jay-Z began to play from her phone. Somewhere in the mess of blanket and pillow a slender white hand sprung forth, searching for the device. Upon finding it she brought it her as close as she can possibly get without ripping out the charger then gave a big, exhausted sigh. Fuck! At least I'm not late, she thought. Putting the phone back, the mass shifted until a face appeared. Jessie's hazel eyes were groggy and had small bags under them despite her sleep. This can be explained from the bottles of beer lying around her bed and shirt she was wearing, a green skivvy shirt typically warn by Marines. Her platinum blonde hair was in a mess. Her legs appeared and found the floor.
I remember when this was easy shit, she thought as she rose out of bed. Life has been hard since she EASed. She perilously navigated through the ground littered with beer cans, liquor bottles, and other various garbage to enter the bathroom. She was by no means the prettiest of women, if she was she wouldn't have joined the Marine Corps, but she was by no means unattractive. She never put on make up but she was skinny, no matter how much she ate or beers she drank. A useful trait to have in the Marine Corps and now that she was out. Probably not a good idea to drink so much on a Sunday, she stored the thought for later even though in the back of her mind she knew she would probably ignore it. She combed through her hair so it at least looked presentable, showered, used the facilities, and brushed her teeth before she reappeared in her room, looking a little bit fresher than before.
While Jessie had civvie clothes, she only been out of the Marines for three months and her wardrobe was still dominated by green skivvie shirts, making it a chore to find something 'normal' but she had plenty of clean underwear and sports bras. Replacing those first, she went though until she found a t-shirt and cargo pants that smelled the least like booze. She grabbed a plain black hat, her pair of sunglasses, wallet, keys, and phone before heading out the door and down the flight of stairs of her apartment. Not quite remembering where she parked it last night, she searched through the parking lot before she finally found her truck. It was a simple blue truck that looked a little beat from some off-roading. She loved this thing and loved working on it. She revved it up, a smile crossing her lips, then plugged her phone in to play some tunes as she drove to breakfast. 'Roll Out' by Ludacris played as she drove to a burger joint that she recently taken a likening to. She hoped it was still time for breakfast.
Jesse pulled into the drive thru, waiting for her turn to order.
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Post by LaxKnight on Oct 8, 2014 10:13:28 GMT -6
Jessica "Jay-Bird" Bailey
Inner City
There was a short beep and then the song "99 Problems" by Jay-Z began to play from her phone. Somewhere in the mess of blanket and pillow a slender white hand sprung forth, searching for the device. Upon finding it she brought it her as close as she can possibly get without ripping out the charger then gave a big, exhausted sigh. Fuck! At least I'm not late, she thought. Putting the phone back, the mass shifted until a face appeared. Jessie's hazel eyes were groggy and had small bags under them despite her sleep. This can be explained from the bottles of beer lying around her bed and shirt she was wearing, a green skivvy shirt typically warn by Marines. Her platinum blonde hair was in a mess. Her legs appeared and found the floor.
I remember when this was easy shit, she thought as she rose out of bed. Life has been hard since she EASed. She perilously navigated through the ground littered with beer cans, liquor bottles, and other various garbage to enter the bathroom. She was by no means the prettiest of women, if she was she wouldn't have joined the Marine Corps, but she was by no means unattractive. She never put on make up but she was skinny, no matter how much she ate or beers she drank. A useful trait to have in the Marine Corps and now that she was out. Probably not a good idea to drink so much on a Sunday, she stored the thought for later even though in the back of her mind she knew she would probably ignore it. She combed through her hair so it at least looked presentable, showered, used the facilities, and brushed her teeth before she reappeared in her room, looking a little bit fresher than before.
While Jessie had civvie clothes, she only been out of the Marines for three months and her wardrobe was still dominated by green skivvie shirts, making it a chore to find something 'normal' but she had plenty of clean underwear and sports bras. Replacing those first, she went though until she found a
plain t shirt and cargo shorts. Grabbing a beanie, sunglasses, and other essentials on her way, Jessie went out the door and down the stairs of her apartment. She search through the parking lot, not remembering where she left it last night, until she came upon her blue truck. Jessie knew it was hers from the amount and content of the stickers on her back window, most of them pertaining to the Marine Corps. She hoped in, plugged her phone into her speakers, and put on "Roll Out" by Ludacris as she went on her way.
Jessie looked at the time and saw she had enough time to get her morning coffee and breakfast before going to work. She hasn't been in the city long but she knew a burger joint around here that served breakfast. She made a few turns then pulled up into the drive through, wondering if they served their normal menu yet.
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