Ok - simple rule, class - we are going to make a story. However, to participate, you will need to add at least two sentences after the post above yours. You don't have to copy the post and add it - but read it and add yours.
Just three rules - no cuss words, racist remarks and no porn/sex orgy stuff.
Let's kick things off. I'm gonna start the story and everyone else can add either two lines or a paragraph - your choice.
"That fool's 5-0."
"Do what? What you sayin', Badman?" Wilco asked, looking at his young lieutenant perched on the hood of a tricked out Buick Century. Badman didn't respond as he bobbed his head to the JL woofers thump in the humid night air.
"I'm saying, Eminem is one time. Trust me on this son," Badman replied.
Wilco grinned. "Whatever, kid."
He looked back at Ace. "You 5-0?"
Ace nodded, readjusting his navy dewrag. "Nah, I ain't a cop."
"Eminem's a cop!" Badman screamed, hopping off the hood and walking up to Ace. "I smell you and don't like you, yah mark."
Ace put his hand on his shirt. "Step up if you got the juice. Otherwise, back up, son. I'm here to put in work and get my cream," he said. Badman stepped back slowly, keeping his eyes on Ace.
"Dang, why the hatred? You got the loot - we got the cream. Let's do this thing," Wilco said, stepping in front of Ace. "We good?"
"Yeah," Ace replied, "as long as you keep that fool in line."
Badman threw his hands up. "Man, I'm out!" he said as he hopped into the Buick.
"Ai'te, done. Here's your loot," Ace said, passing Wilco a bookbag filled with unmarked $20 bills. Wilco inspected it and nodded. He reached into his jacket and pulled out 5 baggies.
"Sweet," Ace said, examining each bag before signing off on the deal.
"Nice doing biz wit you," he added, giving Wilco a fist bump.
"5-0!" screamed Badman, pointing at a minivan parked at the park entrance. The van stopped briefly, creeped slowly and stopped again as he stepped out of the car with a sawed-off shotgun.
"What tha ..." Wilco said, turning to see what Badman was screaming about.
"Gotcha," Ace replied, cuffing Wilco and throwing him down on the playground dirt. "DEA!" Ace said, putting his knee into Wilco's back.
"Run, fool!" Wilco screamed as Ace slammed his face into the dirt.
Badman leaped across the hood of the car and ran past the park lights and into the night.
At least 6 agents exited the van, with their silenced Heckler-Koch MP5 submachine guns ready to dish out deadly force.
"I got him!" Ace yelled, pulling out his chromed out Glock automatic pistol as he sprinted after Badman.
