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9/29/2015 12:17:12 AM
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Heh. Interesting style. I prefer the classics however.
Claws come out of JTs knuckles, and he grapples to a rooftop. Halfway there, however, he grapples a dealer to him, and stabs him midair.
I try to be as brutal as I can with dealers.
English
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"Understandable but watch this now" -He pulls out his tac pad and calls someone- "Yes at 23rd, okay"
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Heh. What're you doing, Theron?
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"This" -You see a ambulance grab him with a cop car following them and they leave- "I had him reported"
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Oh, you... Jail the little shits!
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"Yep and they get help"
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Do me a favor. If you see one harm a citizen, put 2in their damn skulls. I pull out a picture of some people, then put it away I have a hatred for all dealers. All.
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"I will those who I see kill will die"
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Thank you. Did I ever tell you why I hate dealers?
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"I don't think you did"
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Then you better sit down, it's a long story. My dad was a dealer, who supplied to my mother. Daddy räped mother, mother got pregnant and killed dad. She then sold me when I was young to a slaver. That's why I have a cereal number in place of a name. Anyways, I was forced to work. I killed the slaver at 16, and was taken in by dealers. They got me in touch with my girlfriend, who made me a damned cyborg. She got high, tried to kill me, and I killed her. The dealers seen this, and tried to kill me. I killed them, and found my mother. She tried to kill me while high, so I killed her. Drugs killed everyone I ever cared about, and dealers supply that shit. There. My story.
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"Dayum pretty straightforward huh" -He pulls out a soda- "Want one"
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Sure.
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-He hands you a soda which is called grapplemash-
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Thanks. So, seeing as I said mine, what's your story?
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"Well first of all i'm not from here i'm from a world and dimension that's entirly different I was a soldier and scientist I was in a experiment called project safehouse where I was to find a world where my people could settle and restart but during the traveling process I lost my memory and I've made many friends and my brother came through so were together now and they think i'm most likly dead"
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If you're dead, then how are we having this conversation.
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"I'm not though the people I worked for think i'm dead"
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Well, look on the bright side. You can start again, and problems in the past are absolved now.
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"No they're not those I killed won't be brought back to life"
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Well, I must be going. Swing by my place in centra if you need me. Top floor, abandoned gray building, can't miss it. *i grapple away, leaving the picture behind accidentally*
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"Hmm" -He picks up the picture- "Hey JT!"
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JT is already gone by the time you pick up the picture
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"Abandoned grey building huh" -He goes to find the building-
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[spoiler]you should make this a different post, as it's a new encounter[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]k[/spoiler]
