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| Damut The Mut | Started by: Damut on Jul 19, '16 10:12 |
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An officer yelled as a young man, not over the age of 21 kicked him in the ankle, trying to slip his cuffs. "God Damn you kid stop struggling." "Fuck you pig, i didn't do anything wrong!" That wasn't true though, not twenty minutes ago the young man had very badly beaten some well to do jock type in an alley. But hell, in his opinion he really hadn't done anything wrong. "Gimme your name kid, or you'll sit in holding until i find it and charge you with obstruction along with assault" "It's Damut. Loosen the jewlery would ya?" "Damut? The hell kind of name is that.....you expect me to believe thats your real name?" Of course it wasnt, but he'd all but forgotten his birth name. Started with a C. Who knew? His parents maybe, if he could only find them. Of course he wouldn't be in the mind set to ask questions if he did. He liked his name....Damut, or the mutt depending on who was pronouncing it.He guessed it might be offensive to anyone else, but hell he could see the simularities. Kicked to the curb, unwanted and shunned. But like a mistreated mutt, the abuse from the general public had eventually drove him mad, almost rabid....scarier still was you couldn't tell by looking at him, or even speaking to him. You only knew once you witnessed something like the incident with that jerk in the alley. He didnt even look intimidating. Standing at five feet nine inches, weighing in at one hundred thirty five pounds. He wasnt very big. With slicked black hair, blue eyes and an artistic face he didnt look capable of such violence. Hell In the past he had fed himself by snatching purses and rummaging through restraunt dumpsters. Damut finally spoke after a few minutes of losing himself in thought. "Course it is bud! I'm Damut the mut! And i really better get home to momma mut" He had a morbid smile on his face as he spoke, a smile that confused the officer. The cop started to speak but was cut short by an elbow in his solar plexus, followed by two hand cuffed fists slamming into the side of his head. Damut fumbled for the keys, after finding them, he stomped hard on the cops head a few times, then took the handgun from his holster. Still laughing to himself he took off, dropping the cuffs along the way. Damut couldn't believe that pig hadn't recognized him and called for backup! Yes he was normally a blonde, but still. Amazing. See Damut wasn't snatching purses or going through trash anymore. He worked for a large and powerful crime syndicate in detroit. After walking at a good pace for about twenty minutes he spotted his newly purchased motorcycle. He couldn't wait to get to NayNay , he had a wonderful idea that he had to bring to fruition. |
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Walking down the street, The_Blacksmith notices a young man beating down a cop, stomping on the cops head a couple of times, then running off down the street. The kid looked kinda familiar, but the hair color was all wrong. He shrugs to himself, and walks in the opposite direction at a brisk pace, not wanting to be around when more coppers show up. Definitely not with what he carried with him. |
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| Reply by: The_Blacksmith at Jul 19, '16 11:05 | |
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As Damut walked through the door NayNay could tell something was wrong. He slammed the door behind him and hurried into the kitchen where NayNay stood making dinner for the both of them. He started telling her about what had happened with the cop and beating the man in the alley. NayNay sat at the table listening to Damut explain the situation with a look of shock on her face. She spoke, "Baby, we can't have to cops lookin for ya or coming here for that matter, you need to be more careful!" Damut smiled as he lit a cigarette then told her, "Look doll I have a plan"..... |
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| Reply by: NayNay at Jul 19, '16 19:45 | |
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