ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ [ᴘ]

"..And to think, it's just little ol' me Mr. "Don't give a f*ck," still won't leave.."

My whole life has been a bunch of fun. Well, except my childhood. I'm now wanted in what.. Eight states? High bounties. Yeah. I'm a criminal.

I've taken part in tons of heists throughout my life, 'cause sh*t, those are fun and intense as hell. I can't get enough of 'em. Oh did I mention? I got b*tches all over me. *laughs* I'm bein serious! You don't think I am? Why don't you meet me and you'll find out. And if you're beautiful lady? Something just might happen *winks*.

I've murdered a few people in different states. I had personal reasons. None of em were "just for fun". I have lots of criminal buddies. But none of em are permanent buddies. We're criminals remember? And what do criminals do? We commit crime and then? Run. If we get caught? Oh yeah, we're in jail for a while. But we got buddies. And if they know that you're in jail, they gather up a plan, and whether it takes days or weeks, they come get you. This is the real criminal world. Lots of buds are killed every day, so you can't get too stuck on your partners. We're currently workin here in New York, the biggest city, and possibly the best place to commit crimes. There's less of a chance of getting caught, and I'm pretty sure no one will identify me any time soon 'cause I'm pretty smooth. Fast. I know what I'm doing. I usually work a lone or with a partner but those partners change quite a lot. If you don't know what I mean, might wanna read back on everything you just read. Alright. I'm kinda busy right now. So leave me alone.

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Gosh im being lazy ;_;

Pictures are okay for now, and we'll get started soon cx

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It's perfect cx

[i]Vrrrroooooomm! Screeech!

A car chase was in place, the police zooming after him. He dodged cars, people, and continued on his way, like you would see in action movies, things falling apart, explosions. Well, minus explosions, but not minus the bullets! Bullets whizzed past Connor's head as he drove, keeping his head low, riding on his Yamaha motorbike. He'd done this a million times. He had just escaped the scene of robbery at a woman's house, but unfortunately some cops had tracked him down and were now on the run for him. A shock of pain shot through Connor's shoulder and he knew he'd been shot. But he kept going, ignoring the pain, his adrenaline levels increasing and the moments intensifying.

Connor blinked, thinking back to those days in Alabama. Those car chases were fun. He went to his living room and turned on the tv, the news. Connor lived in an apartment in downtown Manhattan, and it was the weekend. He didn't feel like going out at the moment, but maybe his mood would change in a bit. Criminals had to have breaks y'know? He took a mental note to get ride of the black laced bra that rested on his coffee table. The woman he brought home last night was in his room, still asleep, in a hangover. He was in a hangover too, but it probably wasn't as bad as hers. She had had lots of vodka and a few shots of whiskey and she was dead drunk last night, but the sex was still pretty fun.

"Breaking news: A man has just been killed, outside of the jewelry store, Kay Diamonds. The man had apparently been caught taking a bunch of the store's prized jewels, and was shot after he had pulled a gun on the officers on the scene, threatening. He had shot another officer in the hip, which.. yes, we're receiving news that that officer is on his way to the hospital; his hip had been blown up by the bullet."

Connor chuckled. "You gotta learn the ways man.." He whispered. Standing up, he took the bra and tossed it in the trash. Time to wake up sleeping beauty and get her the f*ck out. He went to his room and banged on the door in the open door way. "Up." He yelled. The girl stirred; Her name was Bella and she was a stripper, and Connor had met her at the bar last night. "Up b*tch." He yelled again. Bella got up and moaned. "Huh." Was her reply. Connor hurried over to the bed and grabbed her arm gently, pulling her up. "Oh Connor that was fun..." She moaned, attempting to kiss his cheek. She missed, resting her cheek on his shoulder, her breath still smelling of stale alcohol. He rolled his eyes. Connor dragged the still drunken Bella out of the room and headed for the door of his apartment. "Never come back baby." He whispered to her. She giggled and tried to kiss him on the lips but he opened the door and shoved her out. The only thing she was wearing was a thong. But did he care? Nope. She stumbled out and he slammed the door shut, locking it and he heard a loud thump! knowing she'd probably fallen. He stared at the door, having had taken a step towards the living room, and then turned, shrugging, heading back for the tv.

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Connor had heard there was another party tonight at the club so he decided Ihe'd go. Maybe he could get laid again. With a chuckle at his own thoughts, he went back to his room, throwing his bed stuff in the washer so if anyone came home tonight it'd be clean. And not all... messy. Connor cleaned up his room which had his stuff laying around, and went to the closet, picking out a nice tuxedo. Wait. Who wore tuxedos these days? He smirked and put the tux back on its hanger and shoved it back into his closet. He went through the closet and picked out a nice button up shirt, and picked out some skinny jeans. Connor pulled off his current shirt, throwing it on the bed as usual and pulled on the button-up. The button-up was a dark navy blue, almost black, and he buttoned it up most of the way up but stopped around the middle of his chest, some of it peeking out. He had a nice tan, so the shirt looked sexy on him. He pulled on the jeans and his black vans, and admired himself in the mirror. "Hot damn." He whispered, smirking. He made a clicking noise, winked, and left the room, grabbing his phone, his wallet, and a pack of cigarettes, stuffing the three into his pockets.

He left the apartment and when he got downstairs and went outside, the girl was still stumbling around, mostly naked. "Connor!" She called drunkenly. He quickly turned his head and kept walking towards his car, some guys whistling at her behind him. He unlocked his car, got in and sped off, watching Bella stumble over to the guys that had whistled to her. Connor drove a simple black 2014 Camaro, and no, he hadn't stolen it. But, he did buy it using [i]money he'd stolen.

He arrived at the club, showed the bouncer his ID and immediately made a bee line for the bar in the club, all the while passing a curvy girl in a purple dress, passed some couple making out, and passed some couples dancing. He sat down on the bar stool and ordered a shot of whiskey. He came to this club a lot, and this exact bar so the bar tender knew him somewhat well. He just didn't know that Connor was a criminal, with the high bounties and sh*t in the other states. They exchanged smiles. "Sup." Connor spoke up. "Nothin' much. Just bar tending. It's not usual at all." the bar tender replied sarcastically. His name was Frank, and wasn't significantly older than Connor, just about five years, nothing serious. Connor slouched over the bar, protecting his shot of whiskey. "You get laid last night?" Frank asked. "Yep," Connor replied with a chuckle. "And I'm lookin forward to tonight too." Frank joined in, both men chuckling. Connor took his shot of whiskey, swallowing it, and slightly slamming the shot glass back down on the bar. He gave Frank 'the look' and Frank took the glass, off to get him more whiskey.

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A girl sat down next to him and he recognized her as the curvy girl in the purple dress he'd passed by a few minutes ago. Connor saw her glance at him so he looked at her and smiled. Frank came back with his shot of whiskey after he got the lady her coke and rum. "So Frank you gettin' laid tonight?" Connor asked before he walked away. He turned back and smiled, "Nah, not tonight man." He replied. "Shux." Was Connor's reply. He chuckled and Frank joined in and the two laughed. "When you gettin laid?" he pressed, and Frank merely shrugged. "Dunno. When I find the right b*tch." He replied. The two burst out into laughter, their deep, manly laughs somewhat loud. Connor drank his whiskey and held out his arm with the shot in his hand. "You got margaritas?" Frank took the shot glass and went over to the container behind him that contained the dirty shot glasses for the night. "Yeah, whatcha want? A purple or my famous presidential margarita?" Frank yelled from behind the counter. "Let's try the presidential!" Connor yelled back over the booming music. "Aight!" Connor peered over the bar counter and watched as Frank retrieved a shaker and some ice and began making the margarita. Connor looked back at the girl, and stared, eyes going up and down and then resting at her head in case she turned. She was pretty. Pretty curvy too. Hm...

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Connor looked at her, smirking. "Who might [i]I be?" he said in reply. He then grinned and chuckled. "I might just be a guy here staring at you, wondering if I can get this lady next to me home. Between you and me, let's not mention who I really am just yet." Connor spoke, raising his eyebrows, and pursing his lips flirtatiously. He pushed his lower lip out, pouting. Frank came over and they looked at each other, and Frank winked, Connor smiling. Frank handed him his margarita; Connor would pay later. He pulled his margarita close and proceeded to continue staring at Catilyn, the lovely lady next to him. He had just noticed she'd crossed her legs, and his eyes traveled down her body, but back up when he noticed her cleavage. Hot damn, he thought. Connor took a sip of his lovely margarita, scrunching his nose at how strong it was. "Damn Frank, what'd you put in this.." He whispered with surprise. Connor thought about getting this girl in bed with her. Plus, she seemed lovely enough to have in bed more than once. He didn't think he'd met anyone as pretty as her before. That girl, Bella from the other night was actually kinda crappy and sloppy with that night session. Connor sipped his margarita once more, stopping before he got a brain freeze.

He wondered if this girl knew who he really was. Or if she didn't, if she'd freak if she found out who he really was. Connor tried not to think about that too much, just hoping she didn't know how bad he really was and could be. And if she found out and flipped? Well.. that's another b*tch lost.

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Connor grinned as she purred, his eyes glittering with mischievousness, and flirtatiousness. I studied her cleavage some more, especially when she stood, then looked up at her. "Well sweetheart, you gotta wait. I got a margarita to finish and a girl to talk to." He smirked, referring to her. I pulled the bar stool a lot closer to her, and put a hand on her hip, pushing gently, proceeding to get her to sit again. "Excited are ya? The fun will come soon, I promise." He spoke again, offering a wide smile. Indeed he was excited himself. Frank looked at him. Connor shrugged. "How do you get girls so easily Connor?" Frank asked. Connor shrugged again and proceeded to speak, "Dunno. I guess the ladies just love me." The two burst out laughing again, and Frank walked off to tend to some other people. Turning to Catilyn, Connor spoke again, "So... You been here before?" Taking a sip of his delicious but strong margarita, he pursed his lips after, the taste still shocking him.

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Connor smiled looking at her. Their knees were touching, his jeaned leg against her bare leg. She crossed her legs again and their legs were a little ways apart. I chuckled a bit when she spoke. "You ever had sex before?" I asked. Then I answered her question, "Nah. I haven't been here too long. Moved in about a month ago. Came in from Alabama." [i]I spoke thoughtfully, thinking about what trouble I'd caused in Alabama and how much fun that had been. Ah.. the good ole days. And now it was time to ruin New York with my awesomeness. I'd be running out of states to go to. Wait scratch that. I probably had like 40 more to go and I was 23. Plenty of time to jack everything up before the word spread about me I guess.

Connor glanced back at up at her only to stare at her cleavage again. Jesus Christ. He couldn't wait. He sipped on his margarita some more and scooted closer to her and leaned in. "Come here." He whispered. Maybe some kissing would do before they had sex. They'd be doing a lot of kissing during that but y'know might as well test out the waters first.

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He smiled, nodding. "Well, I'll get you started." Connor chuckled. When she put her hand on his thigh and kissed him, he kissed her back, a little rough, his hand on her hip, opposite the side of her venturing hand. Connor smiled when she spoke, chuckling. "You're a feisty one aren't ya?" He teased. Connor stood slightly, and tucked his arm underneath her legs, the other steadying her and pulled her onto his lap, sitting back down again. "We'll get a lot more later sweetheart." He said, looking up at her as she was now taller than him. Connor wrapped an arm around her waist, acting like a belt. "Jesus. Your dress is fairly tight. Can you breathe?" He asked, eyes widening with amusement. Connor reached out with his free hand and pulled his margarita in, sipping.

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He chuckled. "You gotta get out of it." He winked playfully. When she took his margarita his jaw dropped playfully, and he watched her. Laughing when she hiccupped he nodded, "Yeah. I can handle it though. I won't be getting drunk off this as much as I'd get drunk off of what five of these? Plus two shots of whiskey." Connor said, remembering his shots he took earlier. He spoke up again, speaking in a low voice so that only she could hear, "You got a record?" After he spoke, he leaned up and pressed his lips gently to hers. Connor was getting somewhat drunk. He didn't want to be getting too drunk tonight though; he wasn't a huge fan of terrible hangovers and hated throwing up so he always careful with what he drank and how much. When he pulled away from the passionate kiss, he sipped his margarita, almost finished with it. The sooner he finished, the sooner they could get home and get freaky with it. He especially had to be careful with drinking tonight because he didn't want to get into a wreck with being too drunk, especially when having a girl with him. Especially if it was gonna be this one.

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Connor smiled when she purred yet again, enjoying the sound of her lustful voice. He pulled her closer and finished up his margarita. When she kissed his neck he moaned softly, closing his eyes. Quickly he opened them again and called out to Frank, "I'll pay you tomorrow bro, I promise!" Frank nodded and smiled, waving. Connor waved back, and grabbed firmly onto Catilyn. "Hold on." He whispered to her. Connor stood up, Catilyn in his arms, still in the position she was in when kissing his neck. He held her close to his chest and began to head out of the club, grinning excitedly. His stomach had a good feeling. He knew it was gonna be good. Her words still echoed in his mind though, about the stealing from stores as a kid. Shoot, that was nothing compared to what he does. [i]I guess she'd know about me more tomorrow. His thoughts were loud when he headed for his car, climbing into the driver's seat, Catilyn still in his lap.

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