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9/7/2015 2:47:53 AM
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"Uh... That's why I'm here, sir."
[b]He looks slightly embarrassed.[/b]
"I don' got no work. Just came here with nothin' but the clothes on my back and a handful of Credits."
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"Well then I'm sure I can help with that. Can you fight?"
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"I can fight just fine, sir. I punched through solid concrete once." [b]He winces, as if cringing from something.[/b] "Course, I did break my entire hand... But still! Concrete!"
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"Whoa. How are you in combat?" [spoiler]What class are you?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Golem.[/spoiler] "I can hold my own in a pickle."
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"Good good. Follow me." [b]Can you give me a current description of him?[/b]
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[spoiler]Big, big black man. About 7'2". Very sturdily built. Puffy lips, shaven head, lumberjack beard— like a high and tight on his face. Hairy limbs, due to the ape genes.[/spoiler] [b]He follows close behind.[/b]
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"So do you really want this job?" [b]We step into an office.[/b]
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"Absolutely, sir. Only good at hard labor, and this is the only hard labor up for grabs in the city."
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Edited by EvoTymes: 9/7/2015 4:29:47 AM"Well then, let's get you started." [b]He hands you a platinum box. Inside is a black Blazer, black pants, black sports shirt, black dress shoes, a belt, and black glasses.[/b] "Standard uniform, the black so that you don't have any blood stains.....Neo-Centra likes to keep it classy and clean here" Marcus, Chief of security says. "Blazers are bulletproof- anything 5.56 or lower ain't getting through...but try not to get hit" he says with warning. "Shoes are outfitted with built in knives, in case the fight gets up close and personal". "As for guns, Neo Centra has a strict policy....keep it concealed and hidden, don't let the Synths catch you with them out here"
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[b]He takes the box, nodding in agreement. As he's about to say something, he stops, and his eyes widen.[/b] "Don't let the Synths... Wait a minute, is this legal?!?! I got this job out of a newspaper!!"
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"Yes it's legal, just don't go running about and twirling it around in the air."
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Edited by Wretched Cain: 9/7/2015 4:42:26 AM[b]He raises an eyebrow.[/b] "Okay then..." [b]He tries on the blazer, barely fitting his thick arms through the sleeves. Buttoning up the middle proves impossible, the only one that does popping off the moment Kyle lets go of it.[/b] "Ahh... Got this in an extra large?"
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"I'll be right back." [b]He walks out and returns with his size.[/b]
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[b]The blazer fits nicely this time.[/b] "Might wanna switch the other clothes as well. Don't wanna ruin those too, now."
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"Yeah. Meet me outside the office when your ready." [b]He walks out.[/b]
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[b]He puts on the new clothes.[/b] "Alrighty..." [b]He takes the knife from his jacket, putting it in his blazer.[/b] "Let's do this." [b]He walks outside the room.[/b]
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[b]You find him in am elevator. He motions for you to walk over.[/b]
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[b]He complies and walks in.[/b]
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[b]He presses the last button and the elevator moves down. He runs his bandages hands through his hair.[/b]
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"So, uh... What now?"
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"Your going to run a test."
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"Like, uh... A written test?"
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"No. A simulation combat test. Your choices and actions will be based on a real soma by situation."
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"Oh... OH. Uh... Okay, les do this."
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"Nervous?"
