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As you can tell, MCR action figures + dire boredom = picture

Lil story

I waited impatiently in the crowded diner for someone to show; anyone. Before I could order, I was swarmed by so called friends and their glimmering pistols. I froze. I knew mine was safely tucked in my belt but the fear in my body refrained me from drawing my weapon. In a split second, a gun was pointed to my temple and my weapon was drawn and pressed into the arch of a fiends back. It was a chain reaction, Robert held the pistol close to my temple as my throat ran dry, the gun digging into Franklin's back made him anxious as he threatend Raymond in the spleen. The sweat on the back of Iero's neck was evident, he was the only one, in our standstill gun battle being threatened with two deadly weapons at once. My blood brother, Michael, stood calmly beside an obnoxious Robert with his gun drawn and ready to fire.

We were interrupted in the middle of the gunfight as attention was brought to the fact we were in the center of a restaurant. Police swarmed outside, policemen hid behind doors with guns drawn and another with a megaphone, urging us to come out with our hands raised high above our heads. I turned to Franklin and in sheer desperation I whispered, "Well they're never gonna get me, like a bullet through a flock of doves..."

Description
As you can tell, MCR action figures + dire boredom = picture

Lil story

I waited impatiently in the crowded diner for someone to show; anyone. Before I could order, I was swarmed by so called friends and their glimmering pistols. I froze. I knew mine was safely tucked in my belt but the fear in my body refrained me from drawing my weapon. In a split second, a gun was pointed to my temple and my weapon was drawn and pressed into the arch of a fiends back. It was a chain reaction, Robert held the pistol close to my temple as my throat ran dry, the gun digging into Franklin's back made him anxious as he threatend Raymond in the spleen. The sweat on the back of Iero's neck was evident, he was the only one, in our standstill gun battle being threatened with two deadly weapons at once. My blood brother, Michael, stood calmly beside an obnoxious Robert with his gun drawn and ready to fire.

We were interrupted in the middle of the gunfight as attention was brought to the fact we were in the center of a restaurant. Police swarmed outside, policemen hid behind doors with guns drawn and another with a megaphone, urging us to come out with our hands raised high above our heads. I turned to Franklin and in sheer desperation I whispered, "Well they're never gonna get me, like a bullet through a flock of doves..."