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Post by Mitchell on Mar 26, 2007 23:41:49 GMT -1
Mitchell sat in a empty jail cell in the middle of Texas, competely hammered. He laughed at himself as he tried to remember Brooklynes cell number. He manged to dial it after about three trys. He sat down on the bed waiting for her to anwser. He had run away last week and gotten some of his friends from school and they had been drinking and apperantly Harrasing girls. He tapped the phone boredly
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Post by Brook Fuller on Mar 26, 2007 23:51:26 GMT -1
Brooklyne rolled over, groaning and falling off the couch. They were all camped out at some hotel in the middle of Lousisana, and Brooklyne had been stuck with the couch. She picked up the phone. "Hello?" she said groggily, sitting up and pulling her blankets around her.
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Post by Mitchell on Mar 26, 2007 23:53:28 GMT -1
"Brooky?" he asked drunkly. "I need 300 bucks" he added even more drunkly stumbling over his words
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Post by Brook Fuller on Mar 27, 2007 0:04:58 GMT -1
"Mitch?" she asked, fully awake now. She reached up turning on the light and hopefully waking them all up. "Where are you? Are you ok?"
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Post by Mitchell on Mar 27, 2007 0:10:23 GMT -1
"Umm I'm in......." he said trying to think where he was. He groaned "Umm that place with the dirt and the armadillos" he said "You know the one in the song" headded before he started singing 'Home On The Range'. He wasn't one who was able to be a quite drunk
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Post by Brook Fuller on Mar 27, 2007 0:21:51 GMT -1
Brooklyne made a face. "You're drunk! You're piss faced smashed!" she sighed. "Texas? You're in Texas? Where are you whats the name of the place?" she asked sighing.
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Post by Mitchell on Mar 27, 2007 1:04:41 GMT -1
"Umm San Antoinio jailhouse" he said reading over the sign over the jail cell
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Mar 27, 2007 1:06:59 GMT -1
Chrissy sat bolt up as she heard Brooklyne say Mitch's name. She grabbed the phone from her hand "Mitchell David Vandeveen where in the hell are you?" she yelled loudly. She let out a string of curse words ending up yelling in spanish, Her spanish roots rarely came out unless she got angery.
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Post by Brook Fuller on Mar 27, 2007 1:12:25 GMT -1
Brooklyne grabbed the phone back from Chrissy. "MITCHELL DAVID VANDEVEEN!" she too started screaming at him in Spanish. "JAIL?!?"
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Mar 27, 2007 1:15:41 GMT -1
"What hes in jail?" she asked angerly. "I'm going to murder him" she added
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Post by Mitchell on Mar 27, 2007 1:18:32 GMT -1
Mitch held the phone from his ear hearing the femlaes yelling in spanish "Umm can you come get me?" he asked "My cell-mate Jim is looking at me kinda werid" he said, of course Jim was his own drunken fantasy
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Post by Chris Michaels on Mar 27, 2007 9:29:51 GMT -1
"No!" Brooklyne barked. "I'm not coming to get you until you sober up!" she shoved the phone into Chrissy's hands knowing she'd go and get him. He'd be sober by the time they got there anyways, but still, Brooklyne was furious and near tears.
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Post by Mitchell on Mar 30, 2007 21:36:43 GMT -1
Mitch heard her pass the phone to someone. She braced himself for more yelling
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Mar 30, 2007 21:38:57 GMT -1
"Mitchell where the hell are you?" she asked angerily. she talked with him a few mintues before hanging up and handing the phone back to brooky
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Post by Brook Fuller on Mar 30, 2007 21:48:34 GMT -1
Brooklyne took the food shoving her feet into her flip flops. "We're going to get him?" she asked grabbing the Impala keys and handing them to Chrissy.
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