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7/19/2015 3:47:57 AM
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*i walk in as one of the junkies stumbles and trips, falling to the ground. the others burst into laughter as jester comes even closer. he stands 10 feet from the group and calls out.*
"good evening fella's, I need a few data chips."
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They all turn around clumsily to look at you with frightened expressions. "Who the hell're you?" one asks drowsily.
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"the names Michael, and that's all you need to know about me." *he takes a few steps closer to the junkies as the fallen one gets to his feet.*
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They shift nervously. "Well whaddya want, Michael?"
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"data chips, 10 of em." *jester leans against one of the tables in the courtyard, though he wishes he hadn't. the table is cover with dirt and grim along with a slimy substance. but he must commit to his decision.*
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The junkies look confused for a moment, and then hand the chips over in silence.
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"thank you." *jester reaches out and takes the chips. he shoves one of the chips into his gauntlet and walks out of the courtyard and heads back to the beach.*
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((Continue on the original Man on the beach post or a new one?))
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that's up to you, you own this post. but I think it'd be easier to start a new comment.
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Alright.
