Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

Allor screamed as she was shoved to the ground and beat with a nightstick.

(DR, you interested in another school RP? If so, check out Hall Pass - a shit name, but I didn't want to use On Campus 'cos Comicman took it.)

(((Punk@$$b!tch, what did I say. You have to join the Rp to advertise 😛 )))

(Wtf, why do I wanna join a riot thread? 😛

Hey, that'd be a god game. Just riots.)

(((They're not rioting. They're resisting arrest.)))

(DR is assulting a police officer...)

Yea, he hadn't gotten handcuffed yet. Al did.

((in my defense, I got attacked first))

Derek grabbed the riot gear guy's riot-type beating stick and laid the smackdown on the cop attacking his significant other.

(((I dunno what to post.)))

Derek hauled Allor off the ground and undid her handcuffs with the help of a key on an unconscious cop. He pulled her down the sidewalk as a couple cops started unloading on their attackers. He felt a sharp pain in his leg but kept running. After a few blocks he dove into the space between two buildings to catch his breath. He suddently noticed that one leg of his pants was wet. Jesus, he'd been shot. As the adrenaline slowly left his system, the pain became much more intense...

Allor gasped. "Derek!" she says looking around for somwhere he could sit comofortably. Finding an old recliner someone had thrown out she helped him over to it. "Damn them." she says. "**** them pigs." she growled as she tried to examine his wound with out hurting him too much. "We need to get you home."

"Don't you carry a knife around anymore?" Derek asked, gritting his teeth and poking around at the area.

Allor rolled her eyes and reaching into her boot pulled out her dad's hunting knife. "Happy?"

"I DO have a ball of metal imbeded in my leg, remember," Derek said, wincing as he dug around looking for the bullet.

Allor sighed. "Do you want me to do it? And you could be a little bit nicer to me."

"Like I said, sorry if I seem a little bit flustered, I've just been shot," he grimaced, handing her the knife.

Allor nodded and began looking for the bullet carfeully. "Yes, well, I was nicer than that when you prodded my leg for a bullet." she teased.

"Yeah, well you're stoic and foreign, I'm a whiney American *****," Derek joked.

Allor laughed softly. "Maybe, but doubtful." she says as she finally gets the bullet out.

Derek struggled to his feet and tested the leg to see if he could walk on it. Failing, he put one arm around Allor's shoulders and hobbled pathetically towards home.