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I have exceeded what I normaly write. can I have a cookie?
The trip wasnt all that bad. A bit bumpy but wasnt too bad. The sights were good, better than good they were the best, its always a god thing to take a off the rails kid out to the country to see what throwing his life away will take from him. I mean it never works, but it makes you think! It makes yoy think about how life can be a bitch and how you need to grab it by the balls, no class can teach you how to survive. Thats why the big guy created marks, people who can let you get a free holiday in the woods without asking for much, it was all litterly charity. He would have to be nice and good to them but if worse comes you worse he could seduce one of the girls and get a ally on his side. When they arrived he took a pirch on the wall smoking a cigeret, he hated the taste and the resedue it leaves but it makes him look like a certified bad boy. He watched from the wall as the girls swam. Even if they are just marks he could have some fun if he could get them drunk enough. There is nothing better than a bunch of drunk highschool students and a game of spin the bottle that goes too far.
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Mr Postman was driving through the forest, as usual. This was a usual route for him, not only was it quicker but the roads were rarely used meaning he could go as fast or slow as he felt. Why would you use a road that is mostly dirt and stone, especily one that years of heavy rain has made unstable and on higher older parts, colapseable. Its a delivery drivers paradice.

He haddnt been driving long, infact he had just got off the freeway and onto the old paths. Today he felt like going around the river, the ages had made a nice path that wouldnt fall under preasure. He just came down from the top roads when the headlights hit him, blinded by the large floodlightesque beamers he swerved and skidded around throwing stones and dirt everywhere. Thankfuly nothing was damaged but it sure as hell scared him. Looking up from his cabin he could see a RV was sitting blocking the way. So sad about children going crazy without parents, but what could he do? Mostly children will call him posty pete or letterbox lessy. He could and should go around, so he tried. 'Vroom, Scurushhhhhh, Clonk Splat' was the response. His swerve had stuck him in a small ditch. It would be immpossible to reverse and harder to push on his own. Climbing out he stood on the road looking at the kids in the water. "Hey! Kids! Can I have a helping hand with the van please? Your RV did cause this!"
All I do is see if I can help you. Im glad that you belive in this.
Hello, I am a helping hand for you all. Please set your rp to full or else people will try to join. I would also recomend making a list of deaths. Fairwell people!
Right. Since you are full you should set it to full. Also what I have found with heist rps is that no matter what you say... You and your freind will always be able to shoot all the police and take minor damge. It goes from realistic rp to anime bullet dodger. I also know that when a normal player describes the police they make them make mistakes. I would recomend having a charecter who will control the police or enamys. Well fairwell people who I have just opened a converstaion with!
You get the point, and thanks
Name: Steve Brown
Age: 43
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Gender: Male
Sexuality: Sexless
Job: Postman
Personality: Calm and composed. He cares not for what happens and just focuses on his job. Mild mannered and kind hearted. Think the traditional nice guy.
Bio: Mr Brown. Now he is a open book, a man where you ask and you shall receive. He will tell you all about himself. He was born in England, he cant rememberer the exact place but it was around about the area. He moved there when he was young when his parents came for work. He studied here and made a life for himself. He has a well paying job as a postman and gets to drive a van around. Its a fine life, he is one of three postmen in the city. He handles the packages from out of town given how the town lacks any sorting office. He takes all letters to a small office where the other two distribute. He takes a route through the forest and has fallen into the habit of feeding the animals
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Wow. This really is like a teen show. We are all attractive in our fields...
He stood there looking around again. They were still laughing, and that was fine. If Kaden brought the stuff he would have the last laugh. He walked over to his bike and examined it, it was fine, the chain was broken but it was fine. he picked up the bike and lugged it into the back of the RV. Taking a long puff from the cigarette and looked at Kaden. Kaden was a man quite like him. Not exactly like him, but close. He had lost a mother, he had a father who for all intensive purposes couldn't give a damn and he liked the bottle. Looking back on it he was surprised they went best friends. Me the guy verging on drop out, an him standing on the edge of being the same, they have alot to talk about. But first they should talk plans.

Looking up from his bike and to Kaden he made a movement to get his attention. Indicting his head to the new kid he made a drinking sign with his hand as if he is drinking a glass of water. Then he put his head back signalling passing out. What he was trying to say is that they should get him absolutely crap-faced so that he cant rember the night and see how far he will go. Its an old tradition to new meat, and a tradition to see how fun they are. Its mean but its funny if its their first drink. First timers are the best.
Yes, I have hauled up
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