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Kyle Baker Origin, Edit. Rain. Again. I slap on my dark brown jacket and head out of my seedy apartment, I reach my car and clamber through my deep pockets to find my carKyle Baker Origin, Edit.
keys. I jam them in the lock and twist and soon enough I'm on way to the station. As I drive, I eye down every block, every store, every person. I often find
myself thinking everyone is guilty of something, thinking any passerby walking to the corner store has committed something less than honorable, I lie in wait just waiting for the signal to pounce but nothing, I guess what I've seen has turned me into an overly critical bitter ma
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Kyle Baker: Cafe SceneI eye him down as his makes his way onto the stage, he wears a tacky purple jacket, that gleams under the beaming lights of the performer's stage, he adjusts his wide brimmed hat and sits down in the middle of the stage. I sink deeper in my chair as this man, hypnotizing me with his song. Wielding the saxophone like a god. His fingers move up and down the slender shape, fluidly and beautifully. I'm almost too intoxicated to notice the shadow of a behemoth behind me. Maria motions her head to my back, so I twist my head around slowly. Bastard speaks so loud I almost feel his saliva smacking against my face, can't hear what he says clearly becaKyle Baker: Cafe Scene
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Kyle Baker: IThe creep looks at me with a smile full of holes, I think I can see right through him, something is odd about him. Can`t put my finger on it, I`ll look into later, for now, I want to what to see what this guy wants to show me. God knows whatKyle Baker: I
else I`d be doing right now, probably busting some kid`s ass for tagging a wall, as if forcing criminals to live together, then churning them back out into society helped anyone. So, I grab my glock on the table and nest it back in my holster.
Maria walks in, cuffs the guy and says she`ll meet me outside in 5 minutes. I throw my empty pack of cigarettes on the table
by ~CaliberCadaver
Kyle Baker: Iki OnmitsuRain. Again. I slap on my dark brown jacket and head out of my seedy apartment, I reach my car and clamber through my deep pockets to find my carKyle Baker: Iki Onmitsu
keys. I jam them in the lock and twist and soon enough I'm on way to the station. As I drive, I eye down every block, every store, every person. I often find
myself thinking everyone is guilty of something, thinking any passerby walking to the corner store has committed something less than honorable, I lie in wait just waiting for the signal to pounce but nothing, I guess what I've seen has turned me into an overly critical bitter man. That's what my mom said, that's w
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- Favourite movie: Hancock, Wall-E,Wanted, I Am Legend and Cowboy Bebop:The Movie.
- Favourite band or musician: Bloc Party and Billy Talemt.
- Favourite genre of music: Rap, Metal, Rock, and Alternative Rock
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