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He shrugged. "Um.. guess I'll sleep on the couch! ", he announced. His alarm in his room was set for 7 A.M. He walked in quietly and over to a sleek black desk beside the bed, and started fiddling with the alarm, which made beeping noises as he pressed the buttons. "Mm.", he said, just turning the alarm off completley. He looked about the room. No way he was sleeping on the couch in his own house! He smiled and went to the other side of the bed. "Scoot.", he said, taking his shirt off and flinging it, and getting in and pulling the covers over himself. "Your rib okay?", he asked, wondering if she was still awake.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 4:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 5:29 pm
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It was five in the morning when something woke him up. He picked himself up out of the bed, after peeking through the curtains that were flashing red and blue lights eerily. He looked down and casually watched police getting out of their cars, and hurring into the building they were in. He rubbed his eyes. It took a moment for it to register, then he woke up. "Shhhit.", he mumbled, and threw some clothes on. "Psst! Get up!", he whispered loudly to Rebecca, kicking the bed, putting a shirt on and a hoodie. "Up! Up!", he pleaded, flicking the lights on and off, and then on again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 7:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:32 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 3:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 5:05 pm
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((woooot i have converse star shoes too! mrgreen )) He tugged her by the hand and then held her romantically. "I've got you covered.", he said mysteriously, and then stuck his leg out the window, and carried her out. They were on the shabby, rusted fire escape staircase that most apartments had, and he looked down. The coast was clear. There was a series of super loud knocks inside the apartment, and he looked back, hearing a police officer yell something, probably to open the door. Dan frowned and descended the stairs about three levels, until they stopped abruptly. "This is going to hurt..", he said to himself, as he grunted and leaped off. He meant it was going to hurt for him, of course, despite the fact he was a vampire. His feet impacted on the ground and he almost dropped her, but luckily didin't. He stood for a moment. "Agh...", he said, wobbling across the street, over to the sidewalk, setting her down. "I think now would be a good time to run..", he moaned, looking back up at his apartment, and seeing police peeking off the edge, probably spotting them.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 5:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 6:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 2:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 6:02 pm
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As if God sent it, a taxi driver pulled up, eyeing the two, and asked in an arabic accent, "You need taxi?" Dan looked at it oddly, still holding his back because the massive jump had hurt him, and then grabbed Rebecca's hand. "Taxi?", he asked, opening the door, throwing the driver across the sidewalk, and pushing Rebecca swiftly into the passenger's seat. Dan didn't even think it over, now not only had he technically kidnapped Rebecca, he had skipped out on several thousand dollars worth of hospital bills, evaded police, and now was hijacking a taxi. He sighed and looked behind him, going in reverse at full speed and flipping around, and shooting down the street. He looked behind him and didin't see any police cars. He turned his attention back forward and adjusted the mirror. "Hmm... well that didin't go TOO badly..", he mumbled casually, as if his extreme speed and agility was completley normal, and that evading police and highjacking vehicles was as well.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 1:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 2:10 pm
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After a moment he giggled maniacly. "Too late now!", he simply said, whipping the car around a corner, unneccessarily fast, and hearing the breaks screech under the pressure. "Rebecca I think we're in some deep sh*t. I'M in some deep sh*t...", he said, sighing and slowing the car down, pulling up to a sidewalk. "I.. shoulden't have gotten you into any of this. If you go now you and your father can easily put the blame on me, and you'll be free to go. I can handle myself, don't worry.", he said, staring at the steering wheel, then glancing back at her. "I'm.. a bad guy. Yyyou don't need to hang out with someone with me, you can do better.", he said, sounding final.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 3:34 pm
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