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Post by dominique on Jan 4, 2008 19:41:58 GMT -5
Dominique hummed quietly to the song blaring in her ears, a rotten expression on her face. She hadn't seen her brother in awhile, and it was getting a little annoying that he couldn't even operate a phone. Frustrated, Dominique closed her locker loudly and started to walk down the almost empty hallway. Classes had ended, so she wasn't necessarily bothering anyway with her obnoxious rap music and her overly large combat boots which seemed to go -clunk- with every step. Next time she saw Keith, Dominique planned to sit that older brother of her down and explain to him every little detail on how to use a phone. Then maybe she could talk to him more often and not be worried that he had somehow abandoned her at the snobby ass looking school.
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Post by whit on Jan 4, 2008 19:53:53 GMT -5
Whit was walking down the hallways, whistling a random song extremely off key. He heard the familiar clunk-clunk of combat boots. This interested him because he didn't really know anyone that did wear combat boots. Whit stopped and waited for the person to round the corner. He heard the rap music first. Whit grimaced. Rap music was the devil's way of making music impossible to listen to. A girl rounded the corner and Whit smirked.
"Hey homie. Sweet jams. I hear rap music rots your brains, so less music. More MTV." [/color] Whit really hoped he wasn't going to get slapped because he'd already been slapped this week. He didn't want to make all the ladies excited.
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Post by dominique on Jan 4, 2008 20:00:54 GMT -5
Dominique had only glanced at Whit to see him talking to her, she took off her headphone and turned her music off... looking at him with a bored expression. "What was that?" she asked him with a little tilt of her head, she hadn't really caught what he had said; although she had a feeling it was something that would have probably pissed her off. She stared at him a frown playing at her lips, this guy had a sharp and posioned tounge. Seemed sort of ridiculous that this little attraction toward him seemed to be growing, nothing would happen anyways... atleast she didn't think so.
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Post by whit on Jan 4, 2008 20:08:13 GMT -5
"I have my proof. Less rap, more TV. Rap rots your brains. I'm Whit. Or Whit-dizzle. Whichever you feel more comfotable with. I'm guessing the second one."[/color] Whit leaned against the locker. He didn't care if he was biting off more than he could chew. He could certainly out run her, her boots would be good for chasing someone down. The girl looked tough, which made Whit wonder. "So what's with the tough girl act? White preppy kids aren't intimidating, they're just pathetic. Grow up somewhere rough?[/color] Whit liked knowing things, and she seemed to be full of interesting material.
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Post by dominique on Jan 4, 2008 20:19:34 GMT -5
Dominique rolled her eyes at his first comment, everyday Keith told her that so it wasn't really a big deal. "My names Dominique," she started out "And I'll call you Whitney if you don't mind," she said to Whit, looking past him a moment and at the window that was near them. It looked like it was going to rain soon...
"So I guess that means you too then?" Dominique asked him innocently. "I really don't think it matters where I grew up, it's not like you'll remember in a week anyways," she said, her face looking a little squished. She was stuck in between laughter and anger, always an odd combination.
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Post by whit on Jan 4, 2008 20:32:58 GMT -5
This girl was quick, and Whit always liked a challenge. He smirked at the girl. "Ah Dominique. That's tough to make a ghetto name for. Let's see. D-Mizzle...D-Dogg. Nah, that's just lame. You know me, I like to keep it real."[/color] Oh he was definately going to get bitch slapped. His face still kind of hurt from his last dose of slapping. "It doesn't matter where you grew up, I just like knowing things. I'll always this moment for the rest of my life. And no preppy boy. I talk the mysterious langauge of the upper class, but I also chill with the homies and keep it fresh. Oh, and if you feel the need to slap me please slap my left cheek. I was injured in a yachting accident. You know us white boys."[/color]
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Post by dominique on Jan 4, 2008 20:42:50 GMT -5
Dominique laughed as he attempted to turn her name into some fake gangster name, well atleast he wasn't calling her Domino. "Well aren't you great, having a yacht sounds fantastic," she said sarcastically, aware that he was also being sarcastic. "Don't worry, Whitney... Why cause a physical injury when words just cut deeper?" she moved her head a little bit, looking past Whit again seeing that a light drizzle had started. Oh well, she thought with a inward sigh. "Oh, that's good... 'cause you know us homies, we'd probably pop a cap in your ass if you were anything but fresh," It was typical, the way he tried to make fun of her being black. Thank goodness Keith wasn't here, he probably would have attempted to punch the guy already.
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Post by whit on Jan 4, 2008 20:49:56 GMT -5
Whit laughed. This girl was actually funny. She was hiding something, what was she lyign about? Whit was dying to know. "Oh, yes my yacht is extremely large, and believe me I'm not over compensating for anything."[/color] Whit was thankful she expressed no intention of hitting him. He smirked at her. "I know how to chill with the gangstas, we're tight like peanut butter and jelly. You know I'm really in a gang. I looked really good red, so I joined the Crypts. So if you're a blood, I'll have to kill you."[/color] She hoped one of her friends wouldn't show up and kicks his ass. That would be a little anticlimactic.
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Post by dominique on Jan 4, 2008 21:00:28 GMT -5
"Oh, really?" Dominique asked him with a quirked eyebrow, "I'll remember that, maybe one day I can take ride on it... Oh, wait nahh nevermind. Seems to me you don't have any protection on your yacht, you know with that yachting accident and all," she faked a sigh actually enjoying herself. "Ah, it's all good in the hood then," she said with a snort "Shame, I'm not in a gang," she shrugged again, for maybe the third time her eyes went past him and to the window. It was now pouring down rain, damn... it seemed like she was stuck here for the moment.
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Post by whit on Jan 4, 2008 21:51:35 GMT -5
Whit found her fascinating. "It is a shame I had an accident, but I can guantee you by yacht was docked when the accident happened. I was hit by another yacht. I can schedule you in for a sail. You know, I have this polo match I have to go to and I was wondering if you would escort me. I even go the country club sometimes!"[/color] His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He loved making fun of the preppy asshole boys in his grade. "From my infinate knowledge of the hood, it is never good in the hood. It's kind of comforting to fall asleep to the sounds of people being stabbed and guns going off while a car screechs down the road. You what I'm talking about right?"[/color] He was dying to see her reaction. Whit wanted to see where she drew the line, so he could ambush it with an army and destroy it. He wasn't one for boundries.
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Post by dominique on Jan 6, 2008 12:49:53 GMT -5
With both her eyebrows raised she let out a small laugh, "Sounds like fun," she said. As he began to talk about 'the hood' her laughter grew "Oh, that sounds about right," she said casually "Then you have parents beating their children, people smokin' pot in apartment hallways, and always the favorite; people mugging other people," she shrugged, and then looked at Whit a little seriously "I got out of that enviroment before it could twist my mind," she said to him.
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