Devonte nodded as he saw Marcus come to grips with what had to be done.  "You my brother, too, man.  Roll outta here, get Jaszy, and you show them how we do it in the D."  He patted Marcus' hand as they came into contact with his body. "You my boy.  That's why you can trust in what I'...

“Man, you gotta pull yo shit together, son,” Devonte chided Marcus. “It’s all on you to go take care of Jaszmine. You gotta be hard to get through this.” He looked at the bloody scrap of cloth clutched in Marcus’ hand. “Man, Marcus, I can’t go out like a punk. You gotta help me. I can’t bleed out by...

Devonte just stared at the arrow, blinking. The fuck was this shit? He was shot? Really? He lifted his hand and touched the protruding arrow. Ain’t that about a bitch. That motherfucker done shot him. Motherfuckin’ Skye shot him. Devonte giggled as he stared at the arrow. The movement moved it, caus...

Devonte sighed and tuned out Marcus as he talked. And talked. And talked. Blah blah blah. He glanced around at their surroundings, at sad-ass Skye with his weapon he could barely work. He scratched the itch at the side of his nose. He concentrated on the drop of sweat rolling down his spine until it...

(( Devonte continued from Putting in Work )) “Man, fuck these trees. Trees are for bitches,” Devonte griped as he flailed and smacked at yet another stray branch that collided with him. When they set out to find Anthony, this was not was he expected at all. He was tired. He was sore. But more import...

Devonte ignored the magical voice from the collar. ‘No fucking kidding, you asshole. You wanna drop some more knowledge on me? Maybe point anything else out, like water is wet and the sun makes light? You a dumb fuck. I bet you white,’ he silently groused. Instead of saying anything, he just rubbed ...

Devonte stared at Marcus like he was slow. “Nigga, what you talkin’ about? Of COURSE this show is racist,” he said with a firm nod. “Every little biscuit I’ve seen is packin’, flashing they weapon all around. But us? What we get? Some cheap-ass made in Taiwan bullshit. Or in his case, shit they ain’...

"Man, fuck this team shit." Devonte nodded at Marcus’ statement. “Yeah, man. Fuck this team shit,” he echoed. He noticed Marcus looking his headgear. Feeling a little cocky, he reached up and tugged on it. Later, when Skye wasn’t around, he would explain his plan to take his ‘flag’ and tu...

Devonte’s grin practically split his face. “Nigga, where you been?” he called out as he climbed to his feet, brushing off his pants. “I’ve been stuck with nothing but crazy little biscuits since we got here. Seriously, yo. There was a straight-up ho. And I’da talked to her, ‘cept she had this gun sh...

((Gray 3 – Devonte Washington continued from Wising Up )) Devonte leaned back, his hands resting on the ground as he stretched his legs out in front of him. He pulled out a handful of grass and threw it to the side before absently scratching his neck and wiping some sweat from his brow. Flipping ope...

Devonte raised an eyebrow at the ho’s nonchalant response as the potential double meaning of her words dawned on him. His eyes raked up and down her form as he tried to figure out if she had said that on purpose. Given the fact that she had started caressing the gun in a loving but absent fashion, h...

((Devonte Washington Salted Trees )) Devonte trudged along, his bag dragging along in his wake. He paused to swipe the back of his arm across his brow, dislodging more sweat droplets than it absorbed. “The hell’s wrong with you people,” he absently complained as he resumed walking. “Grabbin’ folks u...

Sighing again, Devonte rolled his head to crack his neck while the boring little biscuit children continued…whatever it was they were doing, since they sure as hell weren’t killing each other. ‘And those little assholes got guns and everything. What a waste.’ He was done with sitting here, waiting f...

As gruesome as it was, Devonte was disappointed when the boy didn’t shoot Kathy. Instead, the two exchanged what appeared to be pleasant words. Sighing, he rested his chin in his cupped palm. If he was watching this at home, he would have changed the channel by now. Nobody wanted to watch WASPy-ass ...

((Devonte Washington-Grey 03: start)) It had taken Devonte some time to throw off the effects of whatever had been given to him. Now, mostly recovered, he sat in the doorway of one of the conveniently located cabins. He was grateful that at least he’d been left in a cabin, rather than dumped out to ...