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birthright_rpgOctober 1970
It was the night before Halloween, and Devin was in full form. He crouched behind a copse of bushes, digging through his knapsack. He was giddy, this was like Christmas morning to him. "What do you think?," he asked his companion. "Should we start with a light vandalism appetizer?"
Devin watched through the leaves as a couple left their house, getting into a car and driving away. All the lights off, no one home. It was fully decorated for the holiday. The man who lived there was a teacher of Devin's, the one who gave him the most shit.
"Here, hold this." He tossed a package of fireworks to his friend. Devin grinned. "All's quiet on the Western front. Let's go."
It was the night before Halloween, and Devin was in full form. He crouched behind a copse of bushes, digging through his knapsack. He was giddy, this was like Christmas morning to him. "What do you think?," he asked his companion. "Should we start with a light vandalism appetizer?"
Devin watched through the leaves as a couple left their house, getting into a car and driving away. All the lights off, no one home. It was fully decorated for the holiday. The man who lived there was a teacher of Devin's, the one who gave him the most shit.
"Here, hold this." He tossed a package of fireworks to his friend. Devin grinned. "All's quiet on the Western front. Let's go."
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on 2013-10-14 07:43 am (UTC)Nicky was laughing when he yelled it, but if he got away from the cops and caught up to Devin he was going to punch him in the mouth for leaving him behind. Underneath his don't-give-a-shit attitude, there was a core of anger that was like an emotional Chernobyl, and if he'd learned nothing else at home it was that you solved your problems with your fists.
You didn't just ditch your friends, not when handcuffs were the alternative.
He jumped the gate in a single leap, vanished into the darkness beyond. The siren of the patrol car drowned out his breathing, the red-and-blue lights on the roof washing over the houses on either side of the alley.
Nicky Trask wouldn't end up in juvie this time.