Post by kido on Oct 5, 2012 16:00:29 GMT -5
His mother's rent was paid, Ice's baby had food for the week, his stupid brother was one semester closer to graduation, and his "taxes" had been paid. Jyo sighed and hitched his bag up a little as he walked. He had a few note books, his text books for the day and enough paper to paper cut someone to death. And his first victim was this Paris Hilton, slut wanna be in front of him talking at the top of her voice about how her shoes were Versaci and her jeans Prada.
Eventually he just couldn't handle it any more. He walked faster and slammed into her fake purse as hard as he could. When she screamed and started shouting about how it was designer and he would have to pay if it was damaged. He just smiled dangerously and turned around... "Oh I'm sorry, I figured you knew your way around a Trojan better then just using the brand every night because you do actually seem to have some semblance of a brain... You know, what with Spoiled Children going to different schools and all and you are talking in coherent sentences... But you know," he smoothed his shirt over so they could see, increased gun control meant nothing to him. "I think I sold that purse to an older woman that looks just like you not last week... I guess it couldn't be though... I mean, the stitches look way to bad to be a Black Rose knock-off." He challenged her his teeth showing in a deadly smile. Just give me an excuse hunny bun, just give me one.
Eventually he just couldn't handle it any more. He walked faster and slammed into her fake purse as hard as he could. When she screamed and started shouting about how it was designer and he would have to pay if it was damaged. He just smiled dangerously and turned around... "Oh I'm sorry, I figured you knew your way around a Trojan better then just using the brand every night because you do actually seem to have some semblance of a brain... You know, what with Spoiled Children going to different schools and all and you are talking in coherent sentences... But you know," he smoothed his shirt over so they could see, increased gun control meant nothing to him. "I think I sold that purse to an older woman that looks just like you not last week... I guess it couldn't be though... I mean, the stitches look way to bad to be a Black Rose knock-off." He challenged her his teeth showing in a deadly smile. Just give me an excuse hunny bun, just give me one.