somebody call 911

[zelda kyra matthews]

This trunk was cramped. A man with a gun could do a lot, but brains could do a lot more. She had tried several times in the last sixteen days that she had been in this hell, but nothing yet at worked. Even though she was exhausted, she knew she had to try again and some more. This was a new car, so she tried to look around for a release lever to get out. Starting to cry when she couldn't have one, she collected herself and paused for a moment. They had stopped moving. Bracing herself, she realized that when she started to push on the cushy part of the trunk, it started to come forward. Zelda knew that the back seat would push forward so she started to push down the lach but ended up having it snap on her fingers. "Fuck," She said, biting her lip. She kept pushing on it, hoping it would come forward. Then she noticed as she was pushing, that there was the cup holders. "Wait," She whispered to herself

[/b]"If the cupholders fold back into the trunk then..[/b] She smiled, pushing the cupholders forward. "Oh my god," She said when it pushed forward. She could hopefully get herself through. Pushing her head through, she managed to push herself into through the curve of her hips before she couldn't anymore. "Fuck," She started to twist. Looking around, she realized they were at a gas station. Her kidnapper was inside, she assumed. Seeing what looked like Dragon walk by, she smiled. Zelda had never been more grateful to see an asshole in her entire life. "Fuck," She started banging on the window.
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tagged marie

[dragon cassidy price]

Dragon really didn't have any idea what had happened to the girl that he was usually found either talking to or playfully picking on. Of course, his playful manner may have seemed a little bordering him being an asshole. Maybe he really shouldn't point out that what he thought about what she was doing that would usually be innocent but he was taking it the polar opposite. But him and his guardian wasn't in the best position to be on speaking terms and was glad that they left for work. The guy still needed to walk, and hoped that he would be able to exercise most of these frustrations off. He grabbed his keys and phone and put them in his pocket after grabbing a jacket and putting it on. He didn't want to bother being chilly with the winds blowing and such. He often got very much annoyed with the weather in New York and how it go so fucking cold. It wasn't until he was walking passed a gas station while smoking on one of his very own cigerettes before something caught his attention, eyes went to a occupied window of a familiar face banging on the window. He lifted his eyebrow and started walking over there and then realized that there could only be very few reasons why she'd be this frantic, she was in trouble. He reached for the handle and pulled on it and nothing happened so he tapped on the glass, "Brace yourself. Glass is going to happen." he said through the windows. He waited for her to back away while he took off his jacket wrapping it around his hand and punching out the window. Needless to say, glass shaddered onto the seat. He reached in and opened the door, glancing over at the gas station, "Come on, let's get you somewhere out of sight." he said, upwrapping his hand and making sure their were no glass shards. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away and into an alley and pushed her against the wall behind the dumpster, of course the alley way had some other ways behind other buildings but he was trying to find a faster way to make sure she was okay. This happened very few times in his life, but he kinda, actually cared about this particular shy studdery girl, "i'm..eh.." he paused before wrapping his arms around her shoulders and wasn't aware at the possible scaring her for life. When he let go he finally was able to finish his sentence, "i'm glad you're okay, kid." He made sure that both of them wasn't seen from the street, "if your cold, you can take my jacket." he said, hmm so he was capable of being nice to people that he barely spoken too because they're such a spazz in social development.

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tagged shadia

[zelda kyra matthews]

Zelda could hear what Dragon said threw through the glass and nodded slightly, moving away as much as she could and closing her eyes. She pulled herself completely out of the car, hitting her head slightly at the top of it. She barely noticed though. "O..Oh okay." Zelda said. For a moment, she thought she was going to throw up but took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She felt him move her against the wall and Zelda covered her mouth with her hand. Oh god, she was out. She was out and she was okay. "Oh," Zelda said when he put his arms around her shoulders. "Than...thanks." Zelda said with a small smile.

When he said she could take his jacket, she stared at him for a moment then took it and put it on.

[dragon cassidy price]

dragon already listened to zelda's statements when she was replying to me, but now she was safely behind the dumpster with him infront of her. he knew that the likely hood of them having weapons were an extremely high chance, despite zelda being tiny and easily able to be overpowered. he enjoyed being helpful sometimes, which is partically why he was able to just give her his jacket when he was obviously going to wish death to the winds from hell. "feel better?" he asked her, while running his hand through his hair. he was glad that his hand wasn't broken or had shards of glass. maybe he should follow his gut more often, then he normally does.

note: sorry it's shorttt.