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Post by DAVID ADAMS GREENE on May 17, 2010 15:55:20 GMT -5
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David was less stressed now that he knew Ransom wasn’t pressing charges. He had apologized and all was semi-back to normal, Josey and Anna were both in a better mood about it all which made him feel more at ease. Eleanor seemed to have been too busy for him, but whatever right? He’d survive. Plus, they had their random late night conversations, which only got him so far. It was nearly the evening now, the sun was setting and everyone was in their buses or out with friends at the moment. Where was David? Why he was leaning against his bus, smoking his usual cigarette. He closed his eyes leaning his head back and inhaled the comforting feeling that the cigarette gave him, life was good again and he was savoring the feeling.
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Post by temp on May 18, 2010 0:51:58 GMT -5
  it'd been years since victor had seen any of his children due to the fact that he had been in jail. as of right now, he had gone to the 'tour' his three kids had decided to join after putting together a band with a few friends. he wanted ransom off the tour. she didn't belong here. he'd heard earlier that she'd been basically taken advantage of by a grown man. even if he hadn't known she was only seventeen, it still wasn't okay to do that to women. he shook his head, the younger men were getting horrible recently.
as of right now, he was searching for said man. david greene or something like that. he knew he was blonde, and in the band radio bye bye or something like that. he didn't understand the naming system for these unknown bands, but he didn't necessarily care. someone pointed him in the right direction and he saw a blonde standing outside. it was no doubt a man, but he wasn't sure if it was the right blonde. he approached slowly, almost hesitantly. "are you david? david greene?" vocals inquired, his fingers fidgeting slightly. there was no doubt crossing his mind, that if this was the right guy, he would hit him.
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Post by DAVID ADAMS GREENE on May 18, 2010 14:25:14 GMT -5
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Duncan was warned earlier about Ransom’s dad being after him, but David didn’t take Duncan seriously nor did he even remember the warning had come up. David had been fucked up almost all day; things just sort of went through one ear and out the other when he did drugs. He felt an approach and looked at the older male with confusion, was a fan’s dad lost or something? David hated small talk, maybe the guy wanted David to say something on video for his daughter or something, maybe sign something. Then it hit David that today wasn’t a performance day, so there shouldn’t be any fans or parents around. Maybe he was a guy from the venue? David didn’t have time for small talk, he inhaled before answering the man, and shrugged, ”…Yeah… Who the fuck are you?”
[/color], he asked with a definite hint of rudeness in his tone. The guy seemed fidgety, maybe he was a crack head? No, he couldn’t be. David rolled his eyes a bit and threw his cigarette down on the ground, planning on heading back on to his bus after seeing what this stranger wanted. [/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by temp on May 19, 2010 0:56:42 GMT -5
victor was honestly sick and tired of the view so many younger men had gotten for women. they weren't just sex toys or play things. you couldn't use them to get what you wanted out of them then leave them sitting there. sure, he'd never had the best views on women, but then again, do as i say, not as i do, right? he couldn't care less about how he used women or what he did to them, as long as other people didn't. for some reason, he had it in his head that he had a right to, whereas no other person did. that was the kind of person he was. that was why he treated his daughter the way he did, and would continue to if she came home, but if anyone else did it, it wasn't okay.
he shook his head at the boyish looking male. "you're gonna regret that." he imagined the words were barely audible. his right had was clutched into a fist already, he had been assuming that this male was the one he was after. as soon as the words left his mouth, his hand shot out and connected with his face. he glared down at this david. "i'm ransoms dad." he said harshly, dropping his arm back to his side. "and just so you know, you don't treat girls like that. especially my daughter." his words were full of anger, and it surprised him he hadn't hit the guy twice.
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Post by DAVID ADAMS GREENE on May 19, 2010 10:03:35 GMT -5
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you’re gonna regret that, David looked at the man confused and began to say something, ”What the—“
[/color], he was cut off by a punch to his face. David wasn’t expecting it and it hurt like hell too. It was definitely going to leave a bruise, he could feel it, and he knew he wasn’t going to be happy. Who did this guy think he was? Just walking up to David and punching him for no fucking reason. David recovered himself a little slower than usual, mostly due to the fact that the older male had a hell of a right hook. Right before David was going to say or do something he heard his opponent utter, I’m ransom’s dad, which made him pause in place. Duncan was fucking right, that bastard. David wanted to punch the guy back but knew he had to control himself. First, David would probably be murdered from the way the guy looked and second, hello? He could still press charges. and just so you know, you don’t treat girls like that. Especially my daughter, David could feel the pain around his eye socket but tried to ignore it at least for now. ”I guess I deserved that”[/color], he said pissed but knowing he really did deserve that, hell he deserved worse. Did David really think he was going to get away with it all? [/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by temp on May 20, 2010 8:35:47 GMT -5
victor could have honestly pounded this kids face into the ground and not have felt bad. he was just like every other male his own age, a dirty user. he didn't care who he hurt, as long as it didn't truly affect him afterward. apparently, ransom had been pretty upset about it all. that's what he had been told, at least, not that that really mattered. the point was that he had done it with no regards to what she would've felt or done after. there was blatant disregard for anyone else or their feelings, though that honestly didn't surprise him.
"damn fucking straight you deserved it." his fingers were fidgeting. he could feel that urge to just hit this kid again and it was taking all he had not to hit him once more. he knew that by the size of him, he could kill the kid in only a few punches, but he knew that many people would've assumed it was him if this david showed up with numerous bruises. one wasn't too bad, even he admitted he deserved it, but more would be outdoing it. "you're a grown adult, it's time to learn responsibility and respect." his voice was harsh and he had a scowl set into his forehead, not that david could see it all too well. he stood about half a foot taller than him, a big man no doubt. victor just shook his head at the boy, still working hard to not hit him. after a few moments, he turned on his heel and stormed away. he knew the young adult didn't need another black eye. he was due to leave in just a few hours anyways.
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