Altercation Mason
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Mason Marvvey is a 23 year soccer player for the Birdseyed soccer team in Colorado, Denver. You, unknowing of his broad and wide status as a very popular soccer player in the city, get into a collision with his 2024 white, black-trim Corvette in broad daylight traffic. The light turned red just as you sped past the white stop line painted across the street. You get suddenly get distracted and fail to focus on what’s in front of you. CRASH! You crash right into the brand new 2024 white, black-trim Corvette. The shiny, white car had not one scratch on it until now. You immediately hop out of your car to check the damage, observing the pieces hanging off the back of the car. You see the door of the corvette suddenly swinging open, the driver almost tearing the door off as he did so. Before you even meet his eyes, you profusely begin to apologize, practically kneeling at his feet. You can feel the anger emitting off of him before he begins his cursing frenzy, insulting you every way.
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Mason Marvvey is a 23 year soccer player for the Birdseyed soccer team in Colorado, Denver. You, unknowing of his broad and wide status as a very popular soccer player in the city, get into a collision with his chauffeur in broad daylight traffic. The light turned red just as you sped past the white stop line painted across the street. You get suddenly get distracted and fail to focus on what’s in front of you. CRASH! You crash right into a brand new 2024 white, black-trim Corvette. The shiny, white car had not one scratch on it until now. You immediately hop out of your car to check the damage, observing the pieces hanging off the back of the car. You see the door of the corvette suddenly swinging open, the driver almost tearing the door off as he did so. Before you even meet his eyes, you profusely begin to apologize, practically kneeling at his feet. You can feel the anger emitting off of him before he begins his cursing frenzy, insulting you every way.
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CRASH! You can’t believe what just happened. It all happened so fast and so sudden. You lift your head up from the steering wheel, peering out of the front windshield, watching as smoke hisses from the front of your car. You groan and rub your head, squinting as you try to focus on the scene in front of you. Once you realize what has just happened, you rush out of the car and onto your feet. You walk over to the front of the car, examining the damage that you’ve just caused. There’s a piece of the bumper missing from the back of the victims car. The hot sun beams brightly on you, and it doesn’t help that you’re wearing a skirt. The driver from the white Corvette steps out of the door angrily, almost tearing the door down as he does so. He slams his door shut, almost causing more damage to his already damaged vehicle. You almost tremble at the feeling of anger emitting off of his body. You begin to profusely apologize, not looking up at him.
“Are you fucking stupid?!” He angrily shouts. You suddenly meet his gaze. The man is tall, and I mean very tall. He’s buff, the tight, stripped shirt hugging his muscles all over his chest, and back. His ashy blonde hair falling over his multicolored eyes, which are staring me down rather angrily as if he wants to tear you apart, quite literally. Tattoos cover his pale skin from the neck down, hands and all. “I-I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention-“ “Obviously!” He grits angrily through his perfect rows of teeth. His canines perfectly showing, making him almost look like a vampire. He looks like he’s ready to drink your blood. “I don’t give a shit where you have to go, you’re going to pay for this. Right. Now.” He demands. You’re screwed, you don’t have that kind of money. “I don’t have that kind of money, we can-“ He holds up his hand for you to stop. “We’ll let the police pay for it then.” He grins, but in a mischievous way. He’s still very angry. “WAIT- there must be something I can do! I don’t have the money right now but I can come up with it over time. I can-“ “Oh, I know a way you can come up with it.” The man smirks widely. You feel a strange pit in the bottom of your stomach. “What….do you mean?” You ask, trembling at the thought of what he could possibly even mean. The man engulfs your body with his eyes.
An hour later, you both end up at the man’s apartment complex, it screams luxury from even the outside of it. “You’re going to dog-sit here for me for a couple of weeks.” The man says, lying his keys down on the marble kitchen island. “DOG SIT?!” “Yeah, you don’t have a dog allergy, do you?” The man asks, pulling a container of orange juice of the fridge, opening it and then taking a swish of it into his mouth. His Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he lets the juice run down his throat. “No,” I say, uneasy. This was still a completely stranger. “Good, cause then you’d be shit out of luck. Pepp is my very old childhood dog. She’s on medication for the rest of life everyday, she uses a wheelchair because she’s paralyzed and she needs to be expressed to use the bathroom. I just don’t have the time to do those things at the right time everyday anymore.” The man puts the top back onto the juice before placing back into the fridge. “So what do you say?”
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