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Ziyi
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Apr 27, 2009
He'd come up with a good plan this time around. All the times before it had been chicken shit which he had done simply to pass the time and get some food into his system since he didn't have a job or home. There was also the fact that he had been in his teens during those times and he couldn't really do much in the way of real cash, not until the government listed him as an adult. Adult in this country was eighteen and he had started up the first part then.
Now he was twenty-two and he could carry out his plan and if everything worked out he wouldn't need to keep up this rap sheet of his and he could finally settle down with a nice girl by his side. He even had one in mind, the sweet one who had written him letters and called him every time he'd been in prison and she had been his one source of comfort on the inside. Why not pay her back by letting her come with him to reap the benefits of his last job?
She seemed to love him and he loved her for she had been the only one besides his parents who had ever cared about him and that was rare. He hadn't been close to a woman or anyone for that matter ever since he had passed his sixteenth birthday due to the tragedy. Robert Jackson was a young man with a muscled form who stood at around six feet and had steely blue eyes and mop of wavy dark hair on his head that fell just below his neck.
He kept the length off his neck by tying it up into a miniature pony tail at the back of his head which gave him a somewhat different look from the usual one most people expected to see. Robert had just been released from prison on his last charge and had contacted the girl in question by cell phone to let her know he was coming to get her. She had told him that she would be waiting for him and he had hung up in response but she was used to that.
He pulled up a few houses before hers so they could avoid any parental issues that might arise should the adults spot his car which was a beatup black chevy truck and he got out, the door creaking a bit. Robert shut it as softly as he could for he didn't want to draw the attention of the neighbors either for you never knew when one could be nosy and poke their nose out to see what was going on that was making such a racket in the neighborhood.
Robert made his way up the path and picked up one of the sticks in the grass as he threw it at her bedroom window to alert her as to his presence. Then he dialed her number and waited for her to respond. "I'm here. Let's go. You coming out the window or through the door?" He asked gruffly into the phone and waited for her to respond and let him know where and how he should expect her.
Now he was twenty-two and he could carry out his plan and if everything worked out he wouldn't need to keep up this rap sheet of his and he could finally settle down with a nice girl by his side. He even had one in mind, the sweet one who had written him letters and called him every time he'd been in prison and she had been his one source of comfort on the inside. Why not pay her back by letting her come with him to reap the benefits of his last job?
She seemed to love him and he loved her for she had been the only one besides his parents who had ever cared about him and that was rare. He hadn't been close to a woman or anyone for that matter ever since he had passed his sixteenth birthday due to the tragedy. Robert Jackson was a young man with a muscled form who stood at around six feet and had steely blue eyes and mop of wavy dark hair on his head that fell just below his neck.
He kept the length off his neck by tying it up into a miniature pony tail at the back of his head which gave him a somewhat different look from the usual one most people expected to see. Robert had just been released from prison on his last charge and had contacted the girl in question by cell phone to let her know he was coming to get her. She had told him that she would be waiting for him and he had hung up in response but she was used to that.
He pulled up a few houses before hers so they could avoid any parental issues that might arise should the adults spot his car which was a beatup black chevy truck and he got out, the door creaking a bit. Robert shut it as softly as he could for he didn't want to draw the attention of the neighbors either for you never knew when one could be nosy and poke their nose out to see what was going on that was making such a racket in the neighborhood.
Robert made his way up the path and picked up one of the sticks in the grass as he threw it at her bedroom window to alert her as to his presence. Then he dialed her number and waited for her to respond. "I'm here. Let's go. You coming out the window or through the door?" He asked gruffly into the phone and waited for her to respond and let him know where and how he should expect her.