Private and Selective Infamous: Second Son indie RP blog for Brent Walker. I track the tag brentwalker.
Just a quick note, a lot of my posts concern drug abuse and thing of the sort. So there are times that I will forget to tag.
But I try to tag it under tw; drugs as often as possible
“That’s low. Getting it cut is expensive in this city and you know that.” He meekly ran his hand over his hair, “It does look good. It looks better than you. I want my jacket back, you’re such a douche.”
“You started it.” She readjusted the jacket but refused to take it off and give it back to him. “No. I’d freeze without it. Do ya really want your kid sister t’freeze t’death?”
“No you started it. I think.” Brent stopped to try and remember but wasn’t able to, “You said my hair was tacky so yeah maybe I do.”
“They do look good,” she retorted, arms folding over her chest. “Unlike your stupid hair. That’s embarrassing. Seriously - do you just cut it yourself and hope that it looks good?”
“That’s low. Getting it cut is expensive in this city and you know that.” He meekly ran his hand over his hair, “It does look good. It looks better than you. I want my jacket back, you’re such a douche.”
“Take a night off from being a cop. Don’t be boring.” Give into the peer pressure Reg. “You can’t arrest me yet— wait, can you or can’t you?”
“I’d rather be boring that tackled and arrested while naked on national television.” Reggie did D.A.R.E at the local middle school; peer pressure doesn’t work. “I’ve bent the rules enough with my police status. I can arrest you now if I want.”
“Oh, Reg. You don’t have jurisdiction in Seattle." Yup, that was right. Not the sheriff of this town or city or whatever the hell this place was. Who even cares? Oh, that’s right. Reggie probably does. "And it’s not even that bad of a crime. You should be worried if I’m selling drugs to little kids on school property, not somebody running around without clothing on.”