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Post by Baylee Shepherd on Dec 8, 2011 23:48:51 GMT -5
Baylee Thomas Shepherd It was really dark. His knee was still pretty swollen and the eighteen year had some problem with walking on it. At least the bleeding from the freshly marked cuts have stopped now, just a little more rest and he would be fine. Good thing that the police have quit picking on him right now, which he was grateful now. Running from the police was something he really hate doing, he done what he wanted and got the doctors who killed his parents. So his plan for revenge was done.
The daylight hours have fallen down and he was able to come out of hiding and made his way to the beach. The waves were crashing the rocks perfectly calmly, and the wind have blew a little chilly. He smiled to himself and threw some pebbles into the water 'I would always miss you mother and father' he whispered as something caught his attention. A flashlight like light was moving around. Baylee stood up and looked directly and moving the light away from his eyes, as it was blinding him so much.
"Who is there!!!! You better come out before I smash your face in!" He warned whoever was holding the funny looking light thing. The eighteen year old didn't wait for the person to answer him, to him it could be the cops or worst. So creepy up towards the light, he grabbed a stone, and got ready to hit whoever it was, as he didn't trust or even wanted this person to know who he is and why he is here.
TAGGED :: deo
LOCTATION :: The Beach
MUSE :: VERY high
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE
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Post by Darrea Kal on Dec 12, 2011 2:16:14 GMT -5
Darrea had left the safe zone yet again on his own to wander the woods, it was a wonder that he hadn't simply been discharged yet. Then again since the disappearance of their commanding officer it left Darrea and maybe one other as the highest ranking officers. That quite possibly could be the exact reason he kept leaving. Yes he had butted heads with his commanding officer many times but when it came down to it he hated having control over these men. To have someone look up to you only to have then die in your arms... Darrea had had that happen one too many times and it was an experience he would very much rather not have to deal with again. He let out a heavy sigh and scrubbed his hand along his face as he pointed his flashlight to the ground. He had discovered the lake not too long ago and since then had been visiting it whenever he had needed to clear his head. Deo was one of those people the younger men always looked up to because he could keep a cool head in a sticky situation but he could only keep that face on for so long before he needed some alone time. There was no curling up and crying but he liked being alone, being able to dress in jeans and carry his own weapons.
He walked slowly along a narrow deer path tonight, his flashlight shining in the ground and his FN P90 slung easily over his shoulder. He was in faded blue jeans, a old white t-shirt and running shoes. Tonight, unless someone knew their guns well or was in the military themselves he just looked like another average joe with a fancy gun. Thou he looked distracted and his eyes were on the ground he was always alert, listening for any sounds other then his own footsteps. Head lifted as he drew closer to the beach and he noticed someone limping along the beach. Mudo? Darrea raised his weapon, shining his light in the shapes direction and squinting. He was about to ask the person to speak when it called out to him.
This guy was going to smash Darrea's face in? He chuckled slightly and lowered his weapon once more, allowing it to hang at his side. "Dare you to try" Darrea responded easily as he pushed through the last of the brush and stepped into the moonlight. He was tall, probably 6'2 so nothing too impressive but the muscle that could be seen under his shirt was what caught most people off guard. Back in the day he had had to tell many people many times over that he didn't use steroids but now that question never came up. He had worked hard to look the way he did and he knew how to use those muscles. "What's with the threats kid?" he asked with a quirkier eyebrow.
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Post by Baylee Shepherd on Dec 12, 2011 21:07:32 GMT -5
Baylee Thomas Shepherd Baylee looked at the other guy who wasn't that tough which he have seen anyway. Yeah he was taller than him and Baylee frame was just small, barely 5'1 in fact, but small had it's advantages. Looking at him still with the stone in his hand, he wanted him to hit him. Baylee would do it as well, so he was going up to him and growled, making himself tough and more dangerous.
"You are going to be sorry for saying that. I am going to smash you head in now. So have you got any prays, before I stone you death?"
[/b][/color] He asked him. Slowly the eighteen year old limped towards him and aimed to hit him, with the stone throwing. Despite being nearer him, he missed him by a long shot. This pissed him off really much and he looked at him. Looking to see what this guy was thinking and what his Achilles heal was. While he was looking down his body, he was beginning to think he was extermelly hot. 'stop thinking about him like this. You don't like guys remember. You like girls, now think of breasts and vagina's, he kept saying to himself. "Why don't you just turn around and go away. I don't care who it is as longs you are away from me!" He spoke more violent and aggressive than usual. "Believe me if you think you are getting my body you are mistaken mister, I don't like guys you know, so you be wasting your time" he warned him, even though he was attracted to guys and wanted to do stuff to them, which was playing on his mind over and over again. The body was getting more and more threatening and want to punch the other person so much now. He wanted to know why he was threatening, well he wasn't going to tell them. Finally getting fed up and the man still wasn't going way he picked up a stick and aimed to hit him across the legs, since this is the only place he was unable to hit anything else. TAGGED :: Deo LOCTATION :: The Beach MUSE :: Very Good MUSIC :: N/A CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Darrea Kal on Dec 16, 2011 2:14:37 GMT -5
((pretty codes to come tomorrow, just need to get some of this post done  )) The kid threatened him and Darrea actually chuckled, he folded his arms across his thick chest and leaned lazily against the nearest tree as he listened to Baylee threaten to kill him. Well this definitely wasn't Darrea's first death threat, though he had done almost the same thing with his first one... It was hard to phase Darrea, especially when it came to some kid threatening to smash his head in with a rock. Somehow he doubted the kid could even reach Darrea's head... "Yes, I pray that there are at least hot women where I'm going" he responded almost wistfully when Baylee asked him if he had any prayers. The the kid limped towards Darrea and the man cocked an eyebrow and studied him easily. All of a sudden the rock was flying past him and Darrea could stop the sudden burst of laughter. If you were there you would have laughed too... The kid then told Darrea to leave and Deo walked towards him so he was standing right ink front of him. Usually he wasn't a very confrontational person but for some reason he wanted to push this kid. Flashbacks of some of his friends teasing the privates in their squad about Darrea liking little boys came flashing back. He had probably made those rumors worse by just smiling and winking when he heard them talking about it. The comment to follow simply made him grin slyly and lean forward. "What if I promise that you'll enjoy it..." Darrea murmured as he reached forward to stroke Baylee's cheek. His hand didn't gret there before Baylee picked up a stick and aimed it at Darrea's legs. Well he was being smarter about it this time... The stick crashed into Darrea's leg causing it to bend and almost drop him to one knee but the force of the impact cause the stick to splinter. Even though he was down he still snatched st the boy's hand, hoping to grab it and pull him close so there would be no room for more fighting. "Not smart kid..." Darrea murmured as he stared down at Balee intensely. It was rare to see Darrea without a smile but here he was, lips set kin a firm line and eyes narrowed slightly. He wasn't impressed and his knew throbbing. One couldn't afford the risk of injury in this day and age. Yes he knew a doctor but even she could only do so much... |
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Post by Baylee Shepherd on Dec 24, 2011 17:50:00 GMT -5
Baylee Thomas Shepherd Moving slightly as the other bloke touched him. His body tingled and heart was racing. The feeling was lovely, and his body craved for some more, a lot more. But he stopped with this tough and moved his head away aggressively and looked at him some more growling loudly.
"Don't you dare touch me!, I don't want you touching me! You understand me, don't you fucking touch me again! Unless you want me to castrated you." He warned and more threating like.
Watching the tall bloke fall more heavily to the sandy floor. A smile form on Baylee's face as he fell 'teach him a lesson for touching me. The stupid bastard is such a prick', just as he finished thinking that, he felt his hand being grabbed and pulled down with him. Instinctively he fought even though it was no choice.
"Get off me! I am not like you, I don't like guys! Get off me! Please, stop it!" The tone was changing and some tears were falling down his cheek, as he landed on the sandy terrine on his bum. Back and shoulders were also down now. Heart was racing mostly due to the fear. Slowly he tired to get up before the older guy had the chance to pinned him down on the floor or do something else with him, which he knew he'll enjoy but he didn't want him to know that.
TAGGED :: Deo
LOCTATION :: The Beach
MUSE :: High
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE
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Post by Darrea Kal on Dec 30, 2011 21:30:17 GMT -5
This kid was confusing as hell and part of Deo wanted to throw the kid down and storm off. He only had so much patience for whiny children but at the same time he thought back to his parents and how hard it had been for him to loose them at his age. He couldn't imagine experiencing that kind of loss at this kids age, never mind 9 years ago for him. The boy threatened to castrate him but Darrea just grinned at the threat, that grin of course was cut short with the blow and the aftermath of the boys stupid choice. Baylee struggled against Darrea but the man was much larger and much stronger. He had no issue restraining Baylee and dragging him down to his knees so that they were eye level. Those eyes were deadly as they narrowed, glaring at Baylee. He had never given anything or anyone this kind of look before, it was a whole new level of angry for Deo. But it seemed that just as he was about to loose it he regained control.
The semi hysterical words that began pouring from Baylee's lips mixed with the tears seemed to snap him back to reality. "You think that I want to rape you?!?" Darrea hissed, he would have yelled at the kid to get him to realize what he was actually saying but that may have attracted the reanimated and then there would be a problem for the both of them. "You stupid child, are you really so high on your pedestal that you think everyone wants to sleep with you!" he carried on. When Baylee began to rise Darrea twisted his arm in a way that wouldn't hurt the kid unless he carried on trying to stand. Half of him wanted to slam the kid to the ground to try and knock some sense into him but he knew that wouldn't be the best idea...
But sometimes the stupid ideas that you know are wrong are the ones you end up following through. Darrea grabbed the kids other arm and with a swift tug he attempted to yank Baylee down before he would put pressure on the already twisted arm to force Baylee onto his back. With what seemed like practiced ease Darrea straddled Baylee's hips and stretched the kids arms above his head in a way that also forced them to be face to face.
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Post by Baylee Shepherd on Dec 30, 2011 23:46:05 GMT -5
Baylee Thomas Shepherd Still the eighteen old was still trying to get up, but the pain soon stopped him as his arm was twisted from what the older man did to him. The pitty tear treatment just didn't work and now he to relay on his legs for getting the blows to the man who was holding him down. The pain forced him to lie down on his back, even if he didn't want it to be this way. His heart was racing, mostly to fact it loved the touching and wanted the person to do some lovely things. Baylee have slept with anyone for a long time, and it didn't help when his body was all active and wanted some needed attention. His arms were placed behind his head now and still he struggled, Baylee just remembered he still had his teeth, lips and head free. They could do some lovely damaged to this man's face and arms.
Eyes stared into his as he was looking at him and not in a nice lovely kind of way either. Low grumble left his vocal and he spat into Deo's face and aimed a nice headbutt, hoping to get his arms back. But this could be a problem in itself and caused him to tighten the grip some more. Baylee was really stubborn and wouldn't back down some more. He growled and spat some more at him.
"What do you fucking want from me then! Get the fuck off me as I am stick of seeing your ugly face!!" He yelled at him some more. His heart was racing some more. "What do you want from me? All your guys and law enforcement want to do is control me, but bad news for you, I am eighteen and I can do what the fuck I want now! So get the fuck off me!" He growled some more and then dug his teeth into his arm, hoping this would get him to release his arm some more, so he can get away.
TAGGED :: Deo
LOCTATION :: The Beach
MUSE :: 9/10
MUSIC :: N/A
CREDITS :: (c) to Baylee for NYE
(Sorry he still not calming down and still in the fighting mood, maybe something can change his mind lol) |
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