__This is a RIOT! [nowreserevedfor::Hanner!]

[Drake Warren™]

Drake Warren stepped out of the mall, his hands shoved down into the pockets of his tight jeans, jaw clenched with an air of seriousness. A pair of earphones hung loosely in his ears, leading down to an Ipod Shuffle that resided in his sweatshirt's pocket. Today, like most of his days lately, had not been a good one. He'd gotten kicked out of the mall at least two times for starting something with an employee, and now he just needed a drink...or something...to calm him down. He was extremely aggrivated, and if you knew him well, you would be able to tell just by the way he was forcing every step in the opposite direction of the mall.

Making a swift left at the end of a street, he let his feet direct him down the deserted alleyway he had taken so many times before to get back. Sighing, he turned the volume up on his Ipod, 'Boston' by Augustana blaring into his ears. The loud frequency of the music wasn't neccassarily a good thing for him at this point. For if it had been quieter, he would have heard the heavy footsteps trailing behind him.

Halfway down the alley and a second later, Drake felt his body being slammed against the hard surface of a building that was once beside him. Eyes widening from shock, Drake squeaked out in pain as his back slammed against the cement wall. His earphones fell from his ears, leaving his Ipod to dangle helplessly from the side of his pocket. His hazel hues flitted upward in attempts to see who his attacker was. But, of course, he had no clue who it was. The sky was starting to darken overhead, which made it harder to see, but he was almost positive that he did not know who this guy was.

Large hands roamed their way against Drake's frail frame, causing him to shudder, trying to push himself away. But, this man was much bigger than him, and he could not seem to out do him with strength. He could feel the mans hot breath against his neck, and it reaked of beer. He was no doubtedly drunk. He forced his head away from the older mans lips, once more trying to pull himself out of his grip. Tears had formed in his eyes, and they were now falling down his cheeks. You knew Drake was truly petrified when he was crying, it wasn't an everyday occasion that he cried.

"Please leave me alone..." he squeaked out, writhing within the grip of the older man, although he was just pushed harder against the wall. Squeaking in pain, his cries just became harder, louder, with each passing second. He felt like such a wimp.

"You're a pretty boy. I've been watching you all day, you know. You've been a bad boy."

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Rough fingers trailed against his skin and he trembled with fear, cowering. What was this mans intentions? What was he going to do to him?! Gulping, he writhed enoough so that his wrist slipped from the mans grip. He twisted around, trying to get his other wrist free, but was just pushed back onto the wall again, harder this time so that there was a loud shriek of pain emitting from Drake's lip.s His wrists were once more held tightly, sliding up so that his arms were forced above his head.

"Please! Someone help!" he shrieked out, only to have his mouth covered up roughly with the mans hand, his wrists now being held tight by only one hand. Drake was a frail boy, he was not strong enough to fight his way away from this larger man. True, he wasnt all that big, but he was definitely much larger than Drake himself. He could only hope that someone had heard his plee for help. At this moment, he juist needed someone to rescue him. Tears continued to shed down his face, and his body trembled as the man pushed his lower body against his own. Things didn't seem to be going too well at this point.[/blockquote][/size]

drake needs a superman. =]

[TYLER JOHANSSON.]

Without a shadow of a doubt, winter was definitely Tyler's favourite month. A lot of that of course had to do with Christmas and the New Year; times for getting completely plastered and making out with just about anything that had a pulse. Needless to say, it was quite rare to find Tyler in a bad mood anytime between October and February. When he wasn't in classes spreading ridiculous amounts of holiday cheer, you could almost certainly find the boy at the mall, buying presents for everyone and anyone he could think of. This particular day was no acceptation, with the boy almost deliriously happy as he left the mall, carrying various bags from a number of stores. The real thing that had given Tyler such a high for the day though; almost all the items inside those bags were intended for him. Yes, today had been one of the days set aside for the boy to play the part his mother had assigned him; that of the spoilt brat.

Though in fact, truth be told, Tyler wasn't all that spoilt. He was just good at getting what he wanted; that was all, and it just so happened that his allowance had cleared that very morning. Anyone that knew Tyler was likely to know how easily pleased he was, and that the very subject of shopping was pretty much enough to send him into a state of euphoria. Surprisingly, his good mood had been present from the moment he’d awoken, when Tyler discovered he didn’t have a hangover. That, teamed with the fact that he’d managed to eat a whole bowl of Lucky Charms without feeling nauseous or disgusted with himself had been enough to convince Tyler today was going to be a good day. Watching his breath condense into the air in little clouds and not seeming to notice the cold even though he wasn’t wearing a jacket, the boy had been quite contentedly wandering along the sidewalk in his own little world, his thoughts with the underworld to which he belonged rather than the street surrounding him.

Well, at least, that was until something finally dragged Tyler from his thoughts and back out into the reality. He stopped dead in his tracks, a frown replacing his absent-minded smile as he concentrated on the fact he could actually hear the sound of someone else’s voice, on a sidewalk that he had previously thought was deserted. At first, the boy did wonder if the noise had just been a figment of his imagination. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time; Effy said it served him right for smoking dope in the first place. But she was cynical. And even so, this wasn’t Tyler’s mind playing games; this was real. Slowly stepping forward and trying not to make a whole lot of noise, he veered off in the direction he had heard the voice, and as he got closer the sound of muffling squeaking. And by now, something should have told Tyler that this probably wasn’t the best situation to get involved with, he always had been a slave to curiosity.

Then he found what he’d been looking for; a sight that Tyler hadn’t really been prepared for, but then again he’d not really had a clue what to expect in the first place. His look of confusion now seemed to meet anger, as he dropped his bags on the floor and rather without thinking, did something that was potentially either very stupid or very brave; either way, the boy wasn’t really thinking about whether or not he’d regret it later on. ”Hey- HEY!” Anyone that knew Tyler, or in fact of him, was probably aware that he could make himself heard. And besides that, being over six foot was useful for intimidating people; they tended not to notice that he was so completely harmless if he shouted and looked extremely angry. And right now, the boy looked both of those things. One hand reaching forward in the hope of pulling the older man away from…well, whoever the kid was that he had pinned up against the wall, and Tyler’s lips were curled into a most uncompromising snarl. ”Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing, exactly?!”

And if this didn’t work…well. Tyler didn’t actually think about that. He was too busy looking fit to explode with rage and holding on quite tightly to the material of the man’s shirt, whilst trying not to promptly vomit at the smell of beer. Just about the only type of alcohol the boy couldn’t stand.