[AP+adapted aim Text Log]
Santa Maria.
Preciosa, bendecida Santa Maria.
What had Emmanuel gotten himself into?
A few nights before, he had wished that he had family here in Liberty, after his only connection to his family had moved to Miami.
But fate was not so kind to him; he found himself instead in the midst of some Puerto Rican gang and drug trade.
What the sincere, actual fuck.
He had spent the previous day being roughed up and 'loved on' by these gangsters- they thought he was perfect for their activities. Strong, quiet, inconspicuous, and great with a baseball bat.
His mother was going to kill him if word got back to Puerto Rico.
After escaping them he'd slept outside a library, thankful he hadn't been followed and thankful it wasn't too hot or cold; he couldn't possibly go back to the apartment.
They'd find Kai and Gilbert and the asian girl whose name he could never remember.
And hell if Manny would allow that.
But there were other people he knew in Liberty, and... how long had he been watched?
Finally the worry gripped him and he caved, texting Johanna.
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TO: JO
14:50
where are you?
are you being followed?
TO: Glitterking
14:54
NO I AM NOT FOKKENDE OKAY, ALL I HAVE TO DO IS OPEN MY MOUTH AND GLASS SHATTERS
15:00
and no i am not being followed, what the fuck
TO: JO
15:03
what are you talking about? did you lose your voice??
TO: Glitterking
15:06
no I dont know. I was in the grocery store and sang along to my music and this awful sound came out like a screech and everything EXPLODED
TO: JO
15:08
What are you serious?? how can we fix it??
TO: Glitterking
15:12
I cant do my music.
I can't.
TO: JO
15:15
Okay okay okay well calm down
we will fix it, there has to be something
TO: Glitterking
15:18
And what is this about following people?
TO: JO
15:26
Nothing, don't ask I don't want you to get hurt
15:27
Ignore that!!!
TO: Glitterking
15:30
Right now, Manny, nothing can hurt me. I armed with a bad attitude, a crowbar, and a scream that'll break your eardrums. What the fuck is happening.
TO: JO
15:34
Okay okay point taken
15:36
Okay so for some reason I'm being stalked by the puerto rican mafia from hell and they want me
15: 37
I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT SHIT HAPPENED IN PR
TO: Glitterking
15:40
oh god why am I laughing
TO: JO
15:42
Its not funny i got shot at
i dont think i have ever been shot at before
just dont talk to any of them
TO: Glitterking
15:46
okay calm down
inconspicuous, right? meet me at the grocery down on 115th.I'll help you out.
TO: JO
15:56
okay
thanks
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Sighing with relief, Emmanuel almost thanked God for the unfortunate circumstances Johanna'd found.
At least she had something relatively useful. He'd have to get to the grocery store, too, but first..
He had to make a few errand runs. Including eating.
Preciosa, bendecida Santa Maria.
What had Emmanuel gotten himself into?
A few nights before, he had wished that he had family here in Liberty, after his only connection to his family had moved to Miami.
But fate was not so kind to him; he found himself instead in the midst of some Puerto Rican gang and drug trade.
What the sincere, actual fuck.
He had spent the previous day being roughed up and 'loved on' by these gangsters- they thought he was perfect for their activities. Strong, quiet, inconspicuous, and great with a baseball bat.
His mother was going to kill him if word got back to Puerto Rico.
After escaping them he'd slept outside a library, thankful he hadn't been followed and thankful it wasn't too hot or cold; he couldn't possibly go back to the apartment.
They'd find Kai and Gilbert and the asian girl whose name he could never remember.
And hell if Manny would allow that.
But there were other people he knew in Liberty, and... how long had he been watched?
Finally the worry gripped him and he caved, texting Johanna.
--------------------------------
TO: JO
14:50
where are you?
are you being followed?
TO: Glitterking
14:54
NO I AM NOT FOKKENDE OKAY, ALL I HAVE TO DO IS OPEN MY MOUTH AND GLASS SHATTERS
15:00
and no i am not being followed, what the fuck
TO: JO
15:03
what are you talking about? did you lose your voice??
TO: Glitterking
15:06
no I dont know. I was in the grocery store and sang along to my music and this awful sound came out like a screech and everything EXPLODED
TO: JO
15:08
What are you serious?? how can we fix it??
TO: Glitterking
15:12
I cant do my music.
I can't.
TO: JO
15:15
Okay okay okay well calm down
we will fix it, there has to be something
TO: Glitterking
15:18
And what is this about following people?
TO: JO
15:26
Nothing, don't ask I don't want you to get hurt
15:27
Ignore that!!!
TO: Glitterking
15:30
Right now, Manny, nothing can hurt me. I armed with a bad attitude, a crowbar, and a scream that'll break your eardrums. What the fuck is happening.
TO: JO
15:34
Okay okay point taken
15:36
Okay so for some reason I'm being stalked by the puerto rican mafia from hell and they want me
15: 37
I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT SHIT HAPPENED IN PR
TO: Glitterking
15:40
oh god why am I laughing
TO: JO
15:42
Its not funny i got shot at
i dont think i have ever been shot at before
just dont talk to any of them
TO: Glitterking
15:46
okay calm down
inconspicuous, right? meet me at the grocery down on 115th.I'll help you out.
TO: JO
15:56
okay
thanks
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Sighing with relief, Emmanuel almost thanked God for the unfortunate circumstances Johanna'd found.
At least she had something relatively useful. He'd have to get to the grocery store, too, but first..
He had to make a few errand runs. Including eating.