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Hoodwinked; My first shot at a story in a while on here
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Topic Started: Aug 1 11, 1:41 AM (242 Views)
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Enzo
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Aug 1 11, 1:41 AM
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"One wallet with thirty-seven dollars in it. One fake Rolex watch. A pair of 1980s Ray Ban Aviators. A Motorola RAZR cellphone. One Zippo lighter. And last but not least one custom fit Calvin Klein suit," the cop behind the desk says laying everything out for you, except for the custom fit suit which you were already wearing. The bad thing was you'd grown some during your time locked up, you had spent the past seven years getting more muscular and slimmer, maybe even grown a little so the suit definitely didn't fit and you looked pretty awkward in it, but better than wearing out some sweatpants and sweatshirts like all the other people being released today
"Thanks bud, it's been real," you say putting on your watch and sunglasses
"Hope to never see you again Lloyd," the officer said as he handed you a piece of paper, your freedom
"Not even for a drink? What a shame? I'll catch you later," you say making your way outside of the maximum security prison. You flip open the RAZR, turning it on for the first time in seven years, the shame was that you'd gotten it when it was just released and apparently it was extremely outdated now and never put to good use. You slowly dial a number you only vaguely remember and wait as the callback tone is some annoying pop song you'd heard some of the faggots singing in the shower
"Boss?" the deep voice came in through the other side
"The one and only. I'm out where's my ride?" you say walking past some newspaper racks, seeing one that caught your eye. You dug into your wallet, found some change, and put it in the machine
"Be right over, I completely forgot, sorry boss *click*"
"Idiot," You say as you sit down on the nearby bench and begin to read one of the headlines. Conman, Thief, and Mastermind Lloyd Anderson Released This Week. "What do you know I made a headline in the New York Times it's been a while," you laugh as you glance through the paper. Out early for good behavior after being caught by FBI Agent White and charged for stealing several pieces of art, many more crimes were assumed to be traced to Anderson...genius IQ... "Ehh they got it mostly right," you say throwing the paper aside as a Ford Focus pulled up
You opened the passenger's door and got in. "Times so rough we're driving Fords now Harry? I thought we stuck to actually good cars."
"Times are rough Boss, times are rough," Harry said as he drove. Harry was a big burly man, your typical bouncer, bald, some tattoos, muscular, not to brainy, but on the inside a very nice and caring guy, you had his respect but you'd seen him get angry before and almost kill a guy with his bare hands if you hadn't stopped him
"Here you'll want this Lloyd, technology's upgraded," a female voice says from the back of the car handing you something
"Ahh is this one of those iPhone things?" you ask
"Yeah that RAZR of yours is old school this is how we keep in touch now," she said crossing her arms, "All your info's been put on there for you and everything."
"Thanks Kitten," you say with a grin
"You know I hate being called that," she said with a groan. You and her had some history going back to way before your thieving days. By looking in the rear view mirror you saw she'd managed to keep herself to your liking still, shoulder length black hair, black eyes, light makeup, natural lightly tanned skin, a white blouse, jean short shorts, and flip-flops. Her actual name was Estela but you called her Kitten to remind her of when you used to date and called her Kitten for other reasons...
"So what's the gang up to these days?" you ask as you drive down familiar roads in Manhattan
"Mostly just trying to maintain real lives, things are different without the big bad boss in charge anymore. Let me guess you already have our next hit in mind?" Estela said as Harry took a sharp right
"But Kitten wouldn't it be SOOO obvious that it was me if we robbed somewhere as soon as I was released?" you ask sarcastically
"Yes, and no. You're a supposed "genius" people would assume you're not that stupid. But the smarter people like good ol' Agent White might think it is you, or know," Estela said in an annoyed voice, knowing where you were going with this
"Perfect! First things first, we need a new hideout, I want a new house, somewhere big, with lots of room, maybe a pool, place for the whole gang to stay," you say messing around with your new phone. Harry stopped at a stoplight and you saw a homeless man come begging for money, you reached into your pocket pulled out your twenty dollar bill, slipped it into the RAZR, and handed it to the homeless man. "Enjoy man, compliments of Lloyd."
"You mean Lloyd the thief?!" the homeless man said staring at the phone and money
"Hell yeah, I'm back, but if people ask I'm not a thief anymore, I've been rehabilitated for society. Go buy a hooker and some booze on me will ya," you say as the light turns green
"...Sure..." the homeless man said as you drove off
"You're ridiculous," Estela groaned
"Wasn't that what had you head over heels for me? Anyways new house, and definitely a new car, probably a new wardrobe too seeing as my old place got burned with most of my stuff in there. If anything we need to go to Europe," you say
"Boss I bought this car with my own honest money and I'd like to keep it if it's okay?" Harry said finally speaking up
"Of course, of course it is," you say smiling at your bulky friend
"So what money are we going to use for this?" Estela asked
"A good question Kitten, the answer, I don't know. I was thinking we'd rob a bank, not here in Manhattan, somewhere random, like Boston they have lots of bankrobbers there, we let the news that I got out go over a bit. Head for Europe then figure things out from there," you say, "Whoa this Facebook thing's pretty cool I've got like thirty friends already, hell I even have a fan page on here with a bunch of people being fans of me."
"Great that's what we needed, your ego to be boosted even more," Estela groaned, "Looks like we're friends on there already too...and you updated your status...."
"What's it say?" Harry asked as he parked in front of an apartment complex
You opened the door and slammed it shut behind you before spreading your arms out. "I'm back!"
(let me know what you think, know I didn't edit this at all nor do I really plan to, and I'm tired and on pain pills so there may be some major mistakes but yeah. I decided I wanted to write something about some robbers and this is what I got)
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RaeMina
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Aug 1 11, 1:52 AM
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Let me be your sword and your shield
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GAH THE POV! What is this? You have it in Second person, but it reads like it should be Third person when I think First person is best for the one shot! 
Second person is good for you CYOA, but it's usually considered a poor choice otherwise... Since you don't wanna change it, leave it, but think about that the next time you come up with something
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Enzo
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Aug 1 11, 5:39 PM
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Oh wow I can't believe I screwed it up, I meant for it to be first person but have been doing second for CYOAs for so long that I almost completely forgot...well there goes that story since I'm to lazy to rehash it...
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RaeMina
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Aug 2 11, 12:09 AM
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Let me be your sword and your shield
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Forgiveness is yours *claps her hands over your head then wiggles her fingers away dramatically*
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