Duncan's P.O.V.
Crap. They caught us. Greeeeaaaaattttt.
"Run!" Dayna screamed. Marcus smashed open a window and jumped out. Me and Dayna followed him while the others tried to escape through the back door. They were immediately grabbed by the police who had just marched through the door. Then one spotted me crouching on the windowsill. My eyes widened as I leapt from my spot but he snatched my arm and held me dangling before yanking me inside.
I glared at him. Even better.
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I frowned, shooting daggers at the nearest policeman. He didn't notice. They were whispering in the other room so even our sharp ears couldn't understand the conversation. Devon winced beside me and tried to twist into a more comfortable position so the handcuff wouldn't dig into his wrist as much.
Finally the dudes in the room emerged. They told us they hadn't decided whether or not to ship us off to prison. No one blinked. We were used to this.
"Just out of curiosity, what were you trying to steal?" One of them asked eyeing Devon as if trying to decide if he was our leader.
An African-Canadian was staring at me with narrowed eyes. That was a little more accurate.
" I don't know!" One of the newbies, Zack, cried as a gun was pointed at his face. Any idiot could tell it wasn't loaded. "Ask D-"
"Me!" I cut him off. "Ask me."
Chrystyna looked at me sucspiously. A strand of silver-streaked brown hair fell in her grey eyes which seemed to say: What are you doing, idiot?! She obviously new the gun was empty too but it was still a reasonable question.
The policeman turned his gun to me. "And?"
"We wanted this painting. It'd sell for big bucks on the Internet."
"Which painting?"
"Some deformed one. "
"Could you describe it for me?"
"I don't know if you noticed but I'm no painter. I'd know it when I see it." I retorted, praying I could keep Dayna's identity a secret. If they found our leader the situation would only get worse.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" The African one questioned randomly.
"Yeah, you look familiar!" Another piped up. "Have you ever been on TV? Or in a band?"
"That's it! From that show my daughter loves. Totally Dramatic or something."
"Total Drama Island! And Action! And World Tour! My daughter used to make me watch it with her. I think they stopped playing it though. But she has it on DVD and when she came to my house on weekends she always brought it. She was obsessed. Had all these computer things on it." had I been in a better situation, I wouldn't laughed. That sounder exactly like Sierra. And I was pretty sure her parents were divorced. (After TDWT I'd searched up her blogs in hopes of finding out what would happen to everyone else.)
"Duncan!" The father of the girl with Sierraitis exclaimed. "That's your name! Man, Sierra got mad at you for cheating on Courtney. But she got over it when the Cody kid wanted to go to hang out with her. They're best friends still, ever since she finally got on that show..."
The rest of what he said I ignored. Sierra! His daughter really was Sierra!
Before I could attempt to dance in utter happiness -I mean she could give me a fair trail, right?- when the door slammed open. I squinted in the bright light and managed to make out a silhoutte of a chick about my age.
"What is this?!" She demanded, striding up to the front desk without sparing me a glance. She was one of those annoying buisnesswoman dresses and her hair was tied up.
"What are these delusioned delinquents doing in here?!" She screeched. Even like that her voice was music to my ears.
"Getting arrested. Your client is in there Miss Karter, we need to deal with this now." A tall man eating donuts who I assumed to be the Chief told her absently, as if she wasn't of much importance to him.
"Excuse me?!" She shrieked. Then paused with a frown and resumed her voice to normal. "I am the best lawyer in this town and this is how you treat me?" The lawyer frowned in distate. She obviously thought little of this person.
"Well Miss Karter, you may be but you are also an amateur singer -" A few of the policemen giggled. And I thought Zack was immature. " - So your reputation around here isn't as respected as it used to be." The Chief finished.
The woman glared at him. "Just wait until you get sued by my lawyers. Oh wait, I don't need them." She stormed to the door.
"Wait," I called. "Courtney, wait a second."
Crap. They caught us. Greeeeaaaaattttt.
"Run!" Dayna screamed. Marcus smashed open a window and jumped out. Me and Dayna followed him while the others tried to escape through the back door. They were immediately grabbed by the police who had just marched through the door. Then one spotted me crouching on the windowsill. My eyes widened as I leapt from my spot but he snatched my arm and held me dangling before yanking me inside.
I glared at him. Even better.
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I frowned, shooting daggers at the nearest policeman. He didn't notice. They were whispering in the other room so even our sharp ears couldn't understand the conversation. Devon winced beside me and tried to twist into a more comfortable position so the handcuff wouldn't dig into his wrist as much.
Finally the dudes in the room emerged. They told us they hadn't decided whether or not to ship us off to prison. No one blinked. We were used to this.
"Just out of curiosity, what were you trying to steal?" One of them asked eyeing Devon as if trying to decide if he was our leader.
An African-Canadian was staring at me with narrowed eyes. That was a little more accurate.
" I don't know!" One of the newbies, Zack, cried as a gun was pointed at his face. Any idiot could tell it wasn't loaded. "Ask D-"
"Me!" I cut him off. "Ask me."
Chrystyna looked at me sucspiously. A strand of silver-streaked brown hair fell in her grey eyes which seemed to say: What are you doing, idiot?! She obviously new the gun was empty too but it was still a reasonable question.
The policeman turned his gun to me. "And?"
"We wanted this painting. It'd sell for big bucks on the Internet."
"Which painting?"
"Some deformed one. "
"Could you describe it for me?"
"I don't know if you noticed but I'm no painter. I'd know it when I see it." I retorted, praying I could keep Dayna's identity a secret. If they found our leader the situation would only get worse.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" The African one questioned randomly.
"Yeah, you look familiar!" Another piped up. "Have you ever been on TV? Or in a band?"
"That's it! From that show my daughter loves. Totally Dramatic or something."
"Total Drama Island! And Action! And World Tour! My daughter used to make me watch it with her. I think they stopped playing it though. But she has it on DVD and when she came to my house on weekends she always brought it. She was obsessed. Had all these computer things on it." had I been in a better situation, I wouldn't laughed. That sounder exactly like Sierra. And I was pretty sure her parents were divorced. (After TDWT I'd searched up her blogs in hopes of finding out what would happen to everyone else.)
"Duncan!" The father of the girl with Sierraitis exclaimed. "That's your name! Man, Sierra got mad at you for cheating on Courtney. But she got over it when the Cody kid wanted to go to hang out with her. They're best friends still, ever since she finally got on that show..."
The rest of what he said I ignored. Sierra! His daughter really was Sierra!
Before I could attempt to dance in utter happiness -I mean she could give me a fair trail, right?- when the door slammed open. I squinted in the bright light and managed to make out a silhoutte of a chick about my age.
"What is this?!" She demanded, striding up to the front desk without sparing me a glance. She was one of those annoying buisnesswoman dresses and her hair was tied up.
"What are these delusioned delinquents doing in here?!" She screeched. Even like that her voice was music to my ears.
"Getting arrested. Your client is in there Miss Karter, we need to deal with this now." A tall man eating donuts who I assumed to be the Chief told her absently, as if she wasn't of much importance to him.
"Excuse me?!" She shrieked. Then paused with a frown and resumed her voice to normal. "I am the best lawyer in this town and this is how you treat me?" The lawyer frowned in distate. She obviously thought little of this person.
"Well Miss Karter, you may be but you are also an amateur singer -" A few of the policemen giggled. And I thought Zack was immature. " - So your reputation around here isn't as respected as it used to be." The Chief finished.
The woman glared at him. "Just wait until you get sued by my lawyers. Oh wait, I don't need them." She stormed to the door.
"Wait," I called. "Courtney, wait a second."
because of what Duncan did and I will not finish this.
However, I will be back with DxC stories wih no DxG whatsoever. I rather eat nuclear bombs then support DxG.
No affence to DxG fans, I just hate them togther but if you love them togther then cool.
DUNCAN AND COURTNEY FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gotta love DxC fans and DxC themselves peace out! ;)