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Riley-Natchez, Morgantown Plaza.
Riley had made sure to stay back and take what refuge he could behind an abandoned car left on the highway after seeing what had happened to the one in the truck. He had noticed that they forced him to hold his hands up and step away from the vehicle. He couldn't quite make out what they had said but he could only assume that they wanted the truck he had rode in on. This didn't strike him as the best idea. It also reminded him of something that he loathed, that he detested!
It reminded him of how his bully back in high school often had those close to him to try and back him up or laugh at jokes that weren't even all that funny to begin with. The jokes that made a laughingstock out of everything that Riley stood for and cared about. The ones that still haunted him long after he murdered the bastard in cold blood.
At the moment he was supposed to be nothing more than a scavenger who carried over his shoulder a CVS bag full of non-nutritious junkfoods and medication for those who might have needed it. But his other hand began to tremble as if it was pleading with him to reach for his Glock. But there were so many in the group and so many who have been just people wanting to get on by and had to put up with this kind of behavior.
But Riley had seen people like those back in high school as well and did they get any retribution for tagging along with a bully? He didn't think so!
"I hate bullies.."
He thought to himself and as the one who put his own bully six feet under, he saw that it'd only be fitting if he tried to help out the man in the truck. That was only of course if the situation didn't defuse itself nonviolently. But Riley's patience with such things was short. He really didn't like bullies.
@Hershey Truck Group @Josh M @Atomyk @Wolverbells @-QT-
Riley had made sure to stay back and take what refuge he could behind an abandoned car left on the highway after seeing what had happened to the one in the truck. He had noticed that they forced him to hold his hands up and step away from the vehicle. He couldn't quite make out what they had said but he could only assume that they wanted the truck he had rode in on. This didn't strike him as the best idea. It also reminded him of something that he loathed, that he detested!
It reminded him of how his bully back in high school often had those close to him to try and back him up or laugh at jokes that weren't even all that funny to begin with. The jokes that made a laughingstock out of everything that Riley stood for and cared about. The ones that still haunted him long after he murdered the bastard in cold blood.
At the moment he was supposed to be nothing more than a scavenger who carried over his shoulder a CVS bag full of non-nutritious junkfoods and medication for those who might have needed it. But his other hand began to tremble as if it was pleading with him to reach for his Glock. But there were so many in the group and so many who have been just people wanting to get on by and had to put up with this kind of behavior.
But Riley had seen people like those back in high school as well and did they get any retribution for tagging along with a bully? He didn't think so!
"I hate bullies.."
He thought to himself and as the one who put his own bully six feet under, he saw that it'd only be fitting if he tried to help out the man in the truck. That was only of course if the situation didn't defuse itself nonviolently. But Riley's patience with such things was short. He really didn't like bullies.
@Hershey Truck Group @Josh M @Atomyk @Wolverbells @-QT-