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Post by KILLIAN CALLAHAN on Oct 28, 2013 22:06:27 GMT
| @clemente
Why was this guy still following him? They must have been running around like this for at least half an hour and he was on a skateboard so why wouldn't this guy just leave him alone! This was all his dad's fault,why couldn't he just have a normal father who worked in an office or something? He loved his pa sure, but this caused a hell of a lot of trouble.
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry again!" Killian cried out to all of the pedestrians he was forcing out of the way to keep skating along, he didn't want to give up the lead he had on his persuer, otherwise it was going to end up in a fight and he really didn't want that to happen, Clemente would kick the crap out of him easily!
"Just leave me along okay?! Go away!" the Irish teen shouted backwards, trying to look behind him to at least get a look at where Clemente was. Oh God couldn't he just catch a break ...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2013 8:15:56 GMT
Clemente wasn't that far behind, taking shortcuts, leaping fences, absolutely refusing to let the mark out of his sight all while trying to stay as dignified as a panther. And he was pissed. Honestly, what was this kid's problem with what they do? He had the one thing Clemente'd always wanted but couldn't get, and he was being a fucking brat about it?
"Then stop-" He screamed back, "running away and-" broken words came out between deep, jagged breaths, the thick Italian accent showing through his crappy English, "FACE ME LIKE A MAN!" Killian reared his head, it was his opportunity and he grabbed for the blondes shoulder.
idek, teen!clem is such a boy
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Post by KILLIAN CALLAHAN on Nov 3, 2013 23:02:28 GMT
| @clemente
"I don't WANT to fight you though!" the blond shouted back, noticing that Clemente was a little too close for his liking. Why did he have to be so violent, huh? He was sure they could all get along just fine if they all sat down and had a civilised discussion instead of using fist to come to a conclusion. What good did that do anyway? You hit someone and they just got a lot angrier about whatever it was you were arguing! That's why he didn't want to get dragged into this!
Honestly, he wasn't expecting the Italian to actually catch him, and part of him wondered how he had done. Clearly Clemente was some kind of monster. The moment the hand clamped down on his shoulder though, the blond yelped as his balance was lost and the board was ripped from underneath him by physics and went rolling off, sending Killian falling backwards into his persuer and eventually onto the floor; smashing his head in the process.
"Fuck!" the Irishman cried out, grabbing the back of his head whilst quickly rolling off the floor, not allowing any chance for Clemente to kick him in the chest and break his ribs or something. "Jesus, what was that for?" Killian asked, rubbing the back of his head and looking around. "And now my boards gone too..." he muttered, a frown now on his face before pushing his hair back with his hands. "Look, please, can I just leave? I just wanna get my board and go home!"
( imagine them when their older tho- )
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