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9/26/2015 2:40:57 AM
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"Pretty deserted, besides for Night. The occasional straggler out here."
Sawyer takes another whiff, and hacks violently.
"Shall we go?"
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"Yeah, you alright?" He throws his cigar to the ground and steps on it, twisting his foot.
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"Right as night, bean pole. Let's go."
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He starts walking towards UN city, rifle in his hands.
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"So, how was Astrid in bed?"
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"Dude, what the -blam!-....." He chuckles a bit. "Good, I guess. No, her being Night really doesn't change much of anything."
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"Well, that's good I guess. My only sexual encounter, ever, was with a Matriarch gone wrong. She really didn't care about who she f[i]u[/i]cked, and that's probably why she tried with me. Anyways, she wasn't OK with me sticking Matilda, my big-ass gun, on her spine."
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That last part seems to anger him. "Where did you put your gun?"
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"On the side, while I looked at it. I have sort of a gun fetish. But, God forbid! You think I would put a gun to a partner?"
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"Ok. Sorry, that just sounded really messed up." He steps over a log, the ground underneath him moving as if he stepped on something. A squirrel comes running out from under foot.
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"What's that?"
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"Just a squirrel." He watches it scurry into a tree and keeps walking.
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"Like nature?"
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"Meh, more of a city guy, but I like to get out here every once in a while. You?"
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I spend a lot of time in Unity. Used to the urban jungle. I don't really like nature that much, but you need to get connected to the rest of the world once in a while.
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"Unity's always been my home. I grew up in the ghetto, but still respect this city."
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"Me too. I grew up in New Austria, and when I'm not doing God-knows-what, I'm in Unity. I've always been there on my downtime, hanging out with my black market friends. I've only lived somewhere else when I posed as a woman in the Matriarchy, but ran away when I escaped execution."
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"You got dressed in drag?" He starts laughing.
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"For a job. I'm not proud of some of the things I do, but I have to get paid somehow."
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He breaks down laughing. "At least in my job...." His laughing over takes him. Tommy slowly starts to regain his breath. "....we still have some respect."
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"Yeah, and what's your job? What do you do to keep a house above you and food in your stomach.
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"I work heavy security. If there's a political guy in town, I'm there with a rifle to protect him."
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"Seems boring compared to mine. Albeit, safer and probably with health insurance, or any kind of insurance."
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"Heh, my side job is a lot more fun and interesting."
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"What is your side job then?"
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He looks around for cops or any sort of authority. "You gotta be cool about this, alright? This is some serouis shit."
