,,i told you so__. [closed.]

[romano rivers]

Romano Rivers____!

!__why do i waste my time looking & waiting for something to happen?
!__when i know it won't come & show its face?

the sirens went off as a ambulance came from no where, going to the hospital. it slowed to a stop. everything seemed fast, a blur is what i would call it. romano looked at the seen and closed his eyes. he went into the hospital and watched as the ran to a room with an injured patient. eyes were on him, his shirt was bloody and he was sweating. he ignored them all as he went into the waiting room. he looked out the corner of his eye as he saw the head officer, he bowed his head in greeting and gave a small grin. the head officer grinned and nodded. "what was it this time Rivers?" he asked in a low tone. romano looked at him, thinking of how he put this.

"some gang got him, i didnt get to see whos it was though." a smooth british accent flowed from romano's mouth as he told what happened. the older male nodded and grunted. running a hand through his hair. romano watched him, he knew what he was going to say, but he knew he wouldnt say it here. not around all these people. the older male looked at him and nodded. "your dismissed rivers." he grunted and romano nodded. "yes sir." he said. then walked away, he went slow just in case he mentioned something else to him. romano left, seeing as he didnt want anything else of him. romano walked out onto the sidewalk and passed many people.

the smell of blood ran up to his nostrils and he snorted and took the shirt, putting on the other the head officer gave him before he left. he looked at a trash can and tossed it in there, leaving it for only god knows what will happen to it. romano's eyes scanned everywhere as he looked at everyone. the city was worse than ever since he transfered here. that had only been two years ago though. he looked at everyone thinking. you didnt know if she was in a gang and you didnt know if he has been in jail. everyone has a different past and no one would know what they did. now would they? everyone has a secret and probably no one would ever find out. dark eyes looked around him, keeping his eyes open for anything that might happen as he looked at everything and everyone.

romano has seen many things over the years. things he never even thought possible. he bumped into someone and looked at them. "sorry sir." he said, accent within his soft tones. the man just nodded and grinned as he lifted his hat in parting and romano watched him. his eyes turned as he looked to where he was going. then he looked down an alley and turned that way. his eyes were a bit curious to see what was down there. maybe he could have some fun? was fun the right word though? hm...probably not, but he was going to use it. it made him feel a bit like a mad man. he ignored his thoughts and looked around as he walked down the alley in thought.

[jean brooke jackson]

Damn, where's that cigarette? Jean muttered to herself, digging into her purse urgently. No, she wasn't a bad addict. Not really, anyway. She smiled to herself triumphantly as she pulled out the small white cigarette and held it before her. The cigarette had apparentally fallen out of the box of Marlboros; Jean hated when that happened. It always caused a mess.

Fuck. Now my lighter doesn't friggin' work. Jean stared at the silver rectangle sadly, waiting for the tiny flame to appear at the flick of her thumb, but came unsuccessful. Looks like I have to head to the drug store? She muttered, then groaned at the thought of having to walk the longer way home.

Turning the corner, she made her way down the alley slowly, suddenly wary. Jean hated alleys. She'd always see people, women especially, getting raped, shot, or robbed in dark alleys, like this one. But that was only in movies..

Holyshit! Jean's hazel eyes widened. In fear or shock, she did not know. Um.. hi. She called slowly, cautiously. The man before her seemed perfectly normal, no cruel smile, switchblade, or a thirsting-for-blood look in his eye. But still, alley death scenes from movies and television programs flashed through her mind, causing her to body to stiffen and her heart to pound faster in fear.

ooc;
ick, that was so gross.

[romano rivers]

fear & shock.
the worest thing that could kill you.

the female before him looked fear or shocked. either way romano didnt seem fazed by this at all. romano's eyes looked at her, curiousity flashed within those dark and beautiful eyes of his. he just looked at her. his eyes just looked at her, he didnt move or anything. though a brow did lift and he tilted his head at her. "uh hi miss." he said slowly his soft accent flowing into those words. this girl wasnt no where near a gang member or something of the sort. he took that out of his mind right then and there. he looked her over, eyes taking in her features just in case he saw her again. then he looked right in her eyes, a little bit of both were within those hazel eyes. romano wasn't in the mood to flirt with anyone, so he might as well leave.

he looked at her then closed his eyes and walked over to her. was he going to talk to her? eh maybe, but then he walked right past her. well guess not. "later miss." he said. romano's eyes opened as he walked down the alley. he felt the guns on his sides, hit his sides as he walked away. he wasnt far from him, so it gave her a chance to talk. give her a chance to say or something. romano looked around as he walked. he was taking it slow, just for her. wait just for her? hn, what the hell? he didnt mean it like that but you know. his muscles tensed as he walked away from her. what to do, what to do. he could feel eyews on him, but he ignored it. romano's eyes darked a bit at this. he rubbed the back of his neck and looked behind him at the female, then walked away from the sceen.

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occ:
dont worry ;3 he isnt gone just yet. something bad should happen =O and i have no clue as to what should happen?

[jean brooke jackson]

ooc;
ZOMG PLOT IDEA: so likeee, they get to know eachother and start a relationship with eachother, and then she joins the gang, and he finds out because he sees her with the gang or something, and he's trying to convince her to leave even though she can't?

andd, she's going to get run over by a taxi now:]

bic;
Uh. Okay. Jean frowned to herself and continued to make her way down the alley. Her brow furrowed in deep concentration, trying to remember the man's face. It was dark, but the city lights keep the eerie darkness bright enough for her to see her way out. She supposed he was handsome, but judging by only his silhouette, she wasn't sure.

Her flighty, jumpy pace was slowed, for she was not even concentrating on the current scene before her. Jean stepped into the street, still unaware of the movements around her. A loud screech filled her ears and rang in her head, and Jean was unable to make sense of anything.

Her bag had seemed to explode: an empty Marlboro box, a few once-clean cigarettes now soiled from the street grime, her silver rectangle of an empty lighter, an iPhone scratched at the corners, an iPod, a wallet, her apartment keys, and a bottle of mace lay scattered on the rain-wet street. She was suddenly on the hard, cold and wet ground; Jean did not know how she suddenly ended up that way. Her eyes fluttered to see the world around her, but all that was visible were blurs of colors, incoherent to her sight.

Ma'am? Ma'am, are you alright? Dammit, someone call for an ambulance! A thick New York accent clung to the deep voice. Ohhhh, Was all she could manage. Her head pounded, her body felt bruised and beaten, as though someone had beat her body several times with a hammer, or a meat pounder of some sort.

[romano rivers]

post coming soon____!