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Post by Mercy Rhodes on Apr 22, 2009 20:32:53 GMT -5
Mercy was driving up the road through the forest on the way up to the Dima Headquarters. It was getting later on in the afternoon on a warm summer day. Mercy was wearing a pair of jean shorts that were frayed at the bottom, black runners and a hot, purple blouse. Her hair was down and curly, clipped back. There was a set of silver bangle bracelets on her wrist and she had on a cute silver necklace. She was also wearing a pair of sunglasses which she took off and put on top of her head as they got into the shade of the trees and away from the fading sun.
Jacob was sitting in his carseat in the back of her car. Mercy glanced at him through the rearview mirror every once in a while to check and make sure he was alright. He was perfectly content back there, staring out the window and sucking on his binki. He was wearing a dark blue and gray shirt with a pair of jean shorts and a pair of black shoes on his small feet. To top it all off, he had on a cute black cap that was on backwards at the moment as he kept turning it around.
With a slight smile, Mercy drove down the road. She turned down the radio a bit and then went to turn onto the dirt road that would take her closest to headquarters.
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Post by Clyde Van Parrot on Apr 22, 2009 20:42:40 GMT -5
Clyde was driving down the road with his window open, flicking ashes off of the cigarette he had in his hand. He was wearing a white t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and a pair of ripped jeans with his black boots. His hair was tousled and his eyes were slightly glazed over and bright from, well, being under the influence of whatever drugs and such he was taking.
He was driving a little bit behind Mercy, recognizing the car as hers. He grunted and sped up a little, taking a drink from the six pack of beer he had in the passenger seat beside him. He took his hands off the wheel and twisted off the cap, forgetting for the moment abot Mercy's car in front of him.
That is, until his car bashed into the back of hers. He spilled the beer on himself, cursing loudly and climbing out of the car to check the damage on his own car, not giving a shit about hers. "Whoops..." he said, taking a drink of his beer, not really giving a damn that he just busted the chick's car.
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Post by Mercy Rhodes on Apr 22, 2009 20:51:05 GMT -5
Mercy went forward, her seatbelt locking around her to keep her from hitting anything. She turned around in her seat as Jacob started to cry, cursing the jackass who had just rear ended her. Grinding her teeth together, she unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out of the car. "WHAT THE HELL YOU JACK ASS!" she said, pissed off aas she made her way over to the guy.
Seeing that is was Clyde on pissed her off more. "MY BABY IS IN THE BACKSEAT OF THAT CAR! I SWEAR, IF HES HURT IN ANY WAY, I'M GONNA RIP YOUR FUCKING BALLS OFF!" She made her way over to Jake's door and pulled it open with some difficulty. She took him out of his car seat and out of the car, glaring at Clyde as she did so before she went to the front of the car and set Jake down on the hood so she could take a look at him and make sure he was alright.
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Post by Clyde Van Parrot on Apr 22, 2009 20:55:37 GMT -5
Clyde winced as Mercy yelled at him and followed her as she took the kid and set him on the hood of her car. "Oh please, the kid's perfectly fine..." he said, even though he could see that the kid was crying and freaking out.
"It was only a tap, hardly any damage was done..." Just as he said that, there was a clang behind him as the bumper fell off of Mercy's car. He shrugged his shoulder and put up his hands, remembering he had a beer and then taking another drink. "Calm down babe."
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Post by Mercy Rhodes on Apr 22, 2009 21:02:28 GMT -5
Mercy had a pissed off look on her face as her eyes turned purple. She looked Jake over and only saw that he had minor injuries. It was enough to really set Mercy off though. She healled him quickly as he cried and then turned back to Clyde with Jake on her hip, trying to calm him down.
"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" she said, poking him in the chest with her free hand. "He was hurt! You could have killed someone! Are you fucking blind or something?! Look what you did to my car! I'm gonna murder you!" She got so pissed that she punched him in the side of the face and then went to punch him again.
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Post by Clyde Van Parrot on Apr 22, 2009 21:10:39 GMT -5
Clyde was about to say something to her when she hit him in the face. His head snapped to the side a little and his jaw shifted in annoyance. Before she could hit him again, he grabbed her wrist tightly and wouldn't let go.
"Listen bitch," he said in a low and danger ous tone, pointing at her with his pointer finger though his beer was still in hand. "Hit me again and I won't hesitate to slit your throat and feed that little brat of yours to the wolves." He pointed to Jake now, his eyes still on Mercy. Now you wanna talk to me like that again?"
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Post by Tyler Viehman on Apr 23, 2009 10:28:48 GMT -5
Ty had been out too, a shorter day, his band members and him went to do a daytime gig up in the city park. It ended early, thankfully and Tyler was homeward bound. He was in his faded blue jeans, black ripped tee and black skater shoes, black hobo gloves and his reddish brown hair was spiked in all different ways. His green eyes watched the twists and turns of the road carefully, his shiny red viper rumbled happily as he picked up speed. He went to pull off onto the dirt road leading to the Dima, when two stopped cars caused him to swerve out of the way quickly before he hit them. "What the h-" he stopped short. HIs whole body tightened, his eyes flashed red and all of a sudden he was out of the car and darted toward Clyde, decking him across the face for holding his wife by the wrist. HE saw her car, and what seemed to be his. He had Clyde on the ground, punching him over and over again. "I todl you to stay away from her! Why the hell were you grabbing her!" he said growling....
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Post by Clyde Van Parrot on Apr 25, 2009 10:24:43 GMT -5
Clyde had been waiting for her answer when he heard the other car. He hadn't seen Ty and thought nothing of it until he saw Ty come at him out of the corned of his eyes. He braced himself for the hit, chuckling like a friggin' maniac as Ty punched him across the face. He let go of Mercy and hit the ground, his mouth starting to bleed as Ty punched him over and over again. "Maybe she was in my way!" he growled, grabbing Ty by the throat and gripping it.
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Post by Mercy Rhodes on Apr 25, 2009 11:00:06 GMT -5
Mercy glared at Clyde as he grabbed her wrist, stopping herself from wincing in pain. She was about to say something to him as he threatened her son as well as herself but then she saw Tyler. She backed off as Clyde let go, holding onto her crying son and flexing her sore and now bruised wrist. She bounced Jake a little on her hip, calming him down as she watched Ty beating the shit out of Clyde, happy that she didn't have to deal with him on her own.
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Post by Tyler Viehman on Apr 25, 2009 11:39:07 GMT -5
Tyler stopped only when Clyde had him by the throat and he gripped it. His bared his fangs and then his body exploded in flames. "SO BECAUSE YOU THINK SO MAY HAVE GOTTEN IN YOUR WAY YOU RAN YOUR CAR INTO HER! WITH MY BABY IN THE BACKSEAT!!" He said growling, his voice alittle more strained since he was being choked. The flames covered most of his body.....
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Post by Clyde Van Parrot on Apr 26, 2009 11:37:51 GMT -5
Clyde screamed in rage and pain as Tyler caught on fire. He shifted into a shapeless object, the gray cloud of mist. He moved away from Tyler and stood between him and where Mercy was standing with the baby. "Do you really think I give a shit about some rotten little kid?" he said with a laugh, shifting back into his human form. "HA! I'm in the Dima pal. Only weaklings have soft spots. Quite personally... I don't think their's room for weaklings in the Dima..." His eyes went from Ty to Mercy and then back to Ty, his brow cocked.
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Post by Mercy Rhodes on Apr 26, 2009 11:43:06 GMT -5
Mercy's brows knitted together as she watched Clyde change shapes and was now standing between her and Tyler. It made her anxious. The baby was calmer now, but he wanted Ty and squirmed a bit in her arms. She held him tighter and watched for Ty's reaction as Clyde taunted him.
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Post by Tyler Viehman on Apr 26, 2009 11:43:22 GMT -5
Ty fell through the mist and onto the dusty road as Clyde was standing between him and Mercy. Ty's flames went down, but he was still smoking. His red eyes glared at Clyde. "Shut up..." He said gritting his teeth. "Everyone has a weakness dickbag. And who's higher in the Dima at the moment? Not you... so I'd watch what you say." He said growling. "Your as low as Ima." He hissed....
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Post by Clyde Van Parrot on Apr 26, 2009 16:17:59 GMT -5
Clyde only chuckled. "Not for long buddy," he said, shaking his head. "Once I have things my way, your head will be mounted above my fireplace, your whore will be in my bed and your brat will be shark bait." He smirked and glanced over at Mercy and Jake. "Don't forget man... I've known Eryk since before you ever even knew about this place. I know what goes on in his head. I think it's me that has the advantage here..."
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Post by Mercy Rhodes on May 4, 2009 20:29:27 GMT -5
Mercy could tell this was getting ugly and she wanted to get Jake out of harm's way. She took him over to Ty's car and put him in the car seat so that he couldn't go anywhere or get into trouble. She was all for staying by Jake and waiting for Ty to finish up... that is, until she heard what Clyde said.
That's when Mercy did something that you really wouldn't expect Mercy to do. She jumped onto CLyde's back while his attention was on Tyler and started to hit him over and over again. "What did you say?!" she yelled at him, her eyes a furiously dark purple. She didn't like her family being threatened and she also didn't like being called a whore. It was kinda funny, because Ty was usually the one to react like this, not her. Jumping onto a crazy bastard's back and smacking him upside the head was not something she usually did.
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