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Buster
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Date Posted: 21:24:52 05/07/04 Fri
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<3 heartb.roken
's message, "<3 b.roken h.earts <3" on 19:25:00 05/07/04 Fri
(Screw that shit. I'm lazy today. :p LOL)
Oh yeah. She could smirk all she wanted. That was until she witnessed what truly strange things could take place within a crazy infested back street. Buster wished to offer her no knowledge of anything, at least not on purpose. The husky appeared intelligent enough. She had gotten this far, right? The Rottweiler rolled his right shoulder in a slightly dismissive gesture. Dumb luck wasn't involved in these parts. Unless, of course, you caught yourself playing Russian Roulette. As Heartbroken spoke, the male was inspired to laugh. It wasn't exactly a laugh, per se. It grated within his throat and came out of his maw as a muffled guffaw, as if he hadn't done so in quite a long time. Money could be bet upon it, the weathered dog was not laughing with the femme, he was laughing at her. Though it may have been a bold and rude move by him, Buster felt no clear remorse. It was funny. Really.
So it went, the aged canine hunkered down on his comfortable perch. The anxiety had left him, and he felt he had successfully recovered control over the situation. Shamelessly, the black and tan matched the female's smirk with his own. His was crooked and unsettling. Two pearly fangs showed themselves to the bitch. A few moments passed before the male gathered his words and later spat them out. "Must I explain?" The question poked at her, his tone quietly annoyed yet very amused. "This place is always at war." Buster growled. "Trust me, it's very beneficial to get your peace lined up before the war lines up. You know, back up support. Follow?"
Insects fluttered in the street lamp's light a bit down the street. Somewhere, a gun was fired, though it wasn't a cause for worry. Angry yelling filtered through a nearby apartment window. Sounded like two.. no three.. voices. Uptown, a car backfired. And around the block tires squealed. The noise of motor traffic was never far off.
This was the only life Buster knew, and it was sad. Such was life in the inner city of Cascade. Our childhood days are long gone.
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