TROJAN;

Of course, Emiline had only heard Johnny’s side of the story but she still didn’t agree with what had happened, no matter how stubborn Johnny was. She also didn’t know what he was talking about when he spoke of keeping her alive. What was that shit? She knew she’d been in a coma but no real idea that he was the one who had been keeping her alive all this time. She looked a bit taken back with his words. She looked down and took a cigarette from him with a nod of thanks, taking out her neon purple lighter and lighting his cigarette before lighting her own. This was all really strange… 

“You… kept me alive? It was you?” she asked took the cigarette from her mouth, exhaling as she held the cancer stick between her fingers. 

“Yeah, playa.” He took a hit of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke out of his mouth. “The medical staff wanted to pull the switch and pronounce you dead as a payback to all the terror you cause.” Troy replied, and proceeded to take another hit.

Tina looked up from where she was nursing a black eye under a bag of ice. She stared at him for a second before giving a sneering smile.

She gave Troy a dry laugh.

“You don’t need to explain things to me like I’m a newcomer”, she said in a stern voice and looked him in the eye. “I know how this shit works, been at this since I was, what, ten? And no, I don’t have any.”

She leaned back on the bench she was sitting on, mindful of the various bruises and aches about her body.

Tina looked up from where she was nursing a black eye under a bag of ice. She stared at him for a second before giving a sneering smile.

“The same as everyone: don’t got no choice. The Saints seemed like the lesser evil of the bunch, what with the Boss’ optimistic view. Dunno if he’ll pull it off, but I hope so.”

Tina looked up from where she was nursing a black eye under a bag of ice. She stared at him for a second before giving a sneering smile.

Emiline couldn’t believe his words. Not after all he did. If he never wanted to hurt her then surely he would of done something about what Julius did to her. Either way, even if he meant no harm to her, he had to Johnny. He was going to let him get the chair and that shit was not a-okay. She supposed she could hear him out. She didn’t particularly want to but she believed that everyone deserved a chance at the very least. She’d not spoken to him or known much of what he had said other than the voice clips she had heard at the station or what she had seen on TV. 

“You wanna talk, man?” she watched him as he still aimed his gun at her. She stepped closer to him, knowing that if he was serious about not wanting to hurt her and wanted to talk things out that he wouldn’t shoot. Placing her hand on gun, her fingers lightly tracing over his, she stared him dead in the eyes. “ Put it away. Then we’ll talk. “ she paused and looked to his pocket for a second. “ And if you got a radio, shut that thing off. 

The Chief of Police lowered his weapon and placed it in the holster. Good, at least playa trust him enough just to have a talk. She doesn’t completely trust him yet, but there is at least something inside her that wants to give him a chance, and he is well aware of it.

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

brxdshaw:

 Troy was never really proud of his betrayal act, Saints might have been a band of criminals, but in the end, they were still his friends. But being friends wasn’t enough for Troy to ignore his true self, a policeman, and not disband the gang. Even if he did try to make their sentences as low as possible, that clearly wasn’t enough for the Saints to just forgive it.

But despite being depressed all the time from that, the Chief’s entire day has been Hell in general. Being a Chief of Police, and a good one, in a city like Stilwater was a hard job. Every morning he would get to his workplace, his desk would be filled with a lot of paper work, and next to that, there was also everyday crime fighting to be done.

All of a sudden, he felt someone grab his shoulder and throw him towards the alleyway. Luckily, Troy always keeps his gun in his reach, and he managed to draw his weapon as he was falling. As the Chief of Police hit the trashcan, he aimed his police issued NR4 at the attacker. “You’re assault a police officer, punk!” He yelled out at the attacker, only to see a striking resemblance in his attacker. “Playa…?”

“You seem shocked to see me, Chief.” she stared down coldly at her old friend, refusing at this point to not call him by his name. She wondered if he’d been aiming towards this position the whole time or if it was more of a reward for fucking the Saints over as he had done. When she had come across those voice messages it had been hard hitting indeed. Knowing that Dex kept such a vital source of information from her, Johnny and everyone else just to cover his own back was a fucking shitty move as it was but learning that Julius was the reason she was in a coma was the fucking icing on the cake. Though this was no longer an issue for her. 

Emiline may of understood that Troy had intentions to end the Saints due to his career, but this did not mean she agreed with it. Neither did she agree with the shit that Johnny went through. He’d fucked things up enough in trying to wager with Julius for freedom, when that spiralled out of control. It was not something she was willing to let side. Johnny was her best friend after all. “I dunno… Maybe you were secretly hoping Julius’s solution would have finished me off, eh?”

Troy kept his gun pointed at Emiline. He really wanted to lower it and trust his old friend, but playa wasn’t the same old kid he helped save in the streets, she changed. Now, she was filled with hate and seeking vengeance for what has been done to her.

❤ ▬▬ emotional starters to kick you in the feelings. | Accepting

His bruised lips curl around the cigarette in his mouth. A soft laugh escapes him as his hand comes up to remove the cigarette from his mouth. “Start over..” He repeated, lifting his eyes to look at Troy. “Depends you got any other secrets you hiding from me?”

Boss scoffed flicking his cigarette to the ground before grinding it out with the heel on his scuffed up and ripped high tops. “I call bullshit, Troy. Johnny was going to get the chair if I didn’t escape prison with Carlos.” Boss tugged at his light purple tips before dropping his hand. “I’ll tell you what, T. I’ll give you one chance to prove to me that you really do want to start over.”