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Post by Yaoya Oshichi on Apr 23, 2011 23:25:51 GMT -5
((Holy shit, it gave me a heart-attack--I thought it was like an actual pistol he was holding, hence her reactions to it. <_<))
Yaoya kicked him in the head, still screaming. She didn't quite know what he'd just done, but all she knew was that it'd been forced on her so it couldn't be anything good.
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Post by Edward IV of England on May 7, 2011 18:29:47 GMT -5
((Haha, oh no, if it was an actual gun I so would have said something first.))
"Son of a bitch!"
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Post by Yaoya Oshichi on May 7, 2011 23:43:18 GMT -5
She twisted in her seat, grabbing the door handle and pulling as hard as she could.
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Post by Edward IV of England on May 9, 2011 23:17:00 GMT -5
((She is not making this easy, I'm almost thinking Eddy should just give up and throw her out of the car.))
"You little bitch, what is your problem?!"
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Post by Yaoya Oshichi on May 10, 2011 0:24:56 GMT -5
"I don't want you to touch me!"
The door suddenly lurched open, and she screamed--she hadn't expected it to happen so easily, and she'd been caught off-balance. Luckily, Yaoya managed to grab onto the doorframe and keep herself from tumbling head first out of the still moving car.
((Well, she thinks he's a meanie and doesn't like him. So.))
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Post by Edward IV of England on May 13, 2011 22:29:51 GMT -5
((Well he is! LOL. They'll meet again.))
Eddy growled "Oh piss it" and lifted his leg to her back "okay darling you have a choice, either shut up and let me have my way with you or find yourself rolling at 45 miles an hour."
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Post by Yaoya Oshichi on May 13, 2011 23:57:30 GMT -5
Still holding onto the doorframe, she lashed out with her foot, aiming for his head.
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Post by Edward IV of England on May 17, 2011 16:21:24 GMT -5
"Oh well" with one hard push and shoved her out of the car.
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Post by Yaoya Oshichi on May 17, 2011 23:19:37 GMT -5
Screaming, she fell out of the moving vehicle, spinning and rolling along the pavement as the car sped away. After what felt like an eternity, though it was only a few seconds, she came to a stop against the pole of a streetlamp. Yaoya lay still, afraid to move or even breathe. She had been sure that falling out of the car would kill her. She was in a dreadful amount of pain at the moment, true, but she was still breathing. When she tried to at least sit up, Yaoya shrieked as something in her side moved in a way it shouldn't, causing agony to wrack across her. She lay flat, no longer daring to move as tears slowly fell. This was perhaps the worst day of her life, worse than even the fire .
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