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Post by carter on Dec 13, 2009 23:09:48 GMT -4
Bradley strolled onto the beach, his beautiful two day old Ibanez SR500 which he had named Cnidaria Medusa on his back, and his Rumble 60, a massive amp on a truck behind him. He set himself up in a clear area, not too many people around, and plugged in, sitting on the amp, and starting to rock, playing Lopsy Lu by Stanley Clarke
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Post by olivejuicee on Dec 13, 2009 23:24:42 GMT -4
Morgan was stomping around. Looking for that creep who was wth Indigo. He ran into a Boy playing his bass. he growled at him "Turn it down.' He said iceily.
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Post by carter on Dec 13, 2009 23:27:35 GMT -4
"Why? You don't like good music?" Bradley glared, his eyes like daggers, slicing through the kid's skin. "Make me" He said, and put the bass down gingerly, stepping onto the sand.
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Post by olivejuicee on Dec 13, 2009 23:31:57 GMT -4
This kid was as tall as him. Morgan was older. "No. I like good music.' He said and pushed him to the grond. "Good." He said looking for a coloerful head. He saw Indigo with the Collin kid. He felt an unusual feeling in his chest. A painful pang.
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Post by carter on Dec 13, 2009 23:34:58 GMT -4
"well then, bring it. You obviously don't know who you're messing with" Bradley smiled, and faked a left punch, kicking the boy in the back of the knee bringing him down. "Would you rather I play something more mainstream, that kind of crap?" he asked, and jumped back.
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Post by olivejuicee on Dec 14, 2009 2:14:19 GMT -4
Morgan snarled and stood up. He punched him squere in the face. When he pulled away there was some blood on his hand. He smiled. "No, Just stop playing music at all." he said and pushed the kid down so he was on the sand and kicked his side. He smiled again. This flet good, becuase of all his anger with Indigo. He smiled. "I brought it."
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Post by carter on Dec 14, 2009 16:32:24 GMT -4
Bradley stood, and slipped behind the boy, placing two fingers on his pressure points, and delivering two quick strikes to either kidney. He watched the boy fall, and held his arms and legs, throwing him about ten feet, and standing on his amp, playing the bottom line of Ride of the Valkyries, and laughing triumphantly.
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Post by olivejuicee on Dec 14, 2009 20:39:57 GMT -4
Morgan stood up. He was pissed. He took the bas out of his ahdnsn and threw it on the ground, breaking it. He smled and threw him a punch at thhe groin. He then punched him in the face and watched his nose bleed as he lie on the ground. He laughed and kicked him again and head a crack. Must of been a rib. He spit on him. "Punk Bitch." She said and walk aaway smiling to himslef. "Off to Indigo." He said to himself quietly.
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Post by carter on Dec 14, 2009 20:45:16 GMT -4
Bradley stood, "YOU BASTARD! THAT WAS A BRAND NEW BASS!" Bradley yelled. He walked back to the bass, and saw that all that was wrong was the plate that held the neck and the body together. He stood, wiping the blood from his nose, and adjusted his spine, that kid had helped him out, his back had been bothering him for weeks.
"Screw you" he spat in the kid's direction, and walked off, towing his amp once again, and carrying his bass like a baby, cradling it in his arms. "What's the problem with people these days? Oh, that's right, no respect for art!" he mumbled to himself, as he grabbed the spare plate, and attached it, with his repair kit that he kept in his car. He plugged in by his car and started playing, no one could bother him now.
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Post by mandy112233 on Dec 14, 2009 20:49:49 GMT -4
Amanda walked along the water, then heard two people yelling. She looked up, and saw them hitting eachother too. "WHAT THE HELL?! It's a frikin BEACH, Just shut up about it and move on!" She screamed and continued walking. She walked untill she hit a border and then turned around, continuing to walk. She turned her iPod up, just wanting to be in her own world. And that she was.
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Post by carter on Dec 21, 2009 0:53:38 GMT -4
Bradley packed up, trying to make light of the situation. He drove off, headed to the pizza place, smiling like a fool.
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