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10/19/2015 2:56:03 AM
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Dean was nearby, leaning against his 1967 Chevy Impala his father had given him. His arms were crossed, he looks at Jupiter for a brief moment, his eyes keep moving however.
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"WHADDAYA MEAN NO FUNDS AVAILABLE!!!" [b]a man clad in a white tactical suit was getting rather angry at an ATM. After kicking the machine inwards out of rage, he flips it off with both fingers.[/b] "That's right go fuсk yourself you piece of garbage!"
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Dean chuckles a bit, shaking his head as he walks over. "ATM being a bitch?"
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"Yeah, piece of garbage won't take my card." [b]he takes the card and snaps it in half.[/b] "Dumbass Space Pigs probably cancelled it."
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"Well, how much you need?" He starts to reach for his wallet.
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[b]he looks at you from top to bottom and starts to laugh.[/b] "Oh, sorry pal, it's not a problem. That's why I use proxy accounts. Lose a million here so you gain a billion there. Besides, I doubt you'd ever have enough."
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"You trying to say something?" He chuckles a bit, not reaching for his wallet anymore.
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"Well, by the looks of it, Kid, you still got a ways to go before you can claim to have a wallet as big as mine."
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He shrugs. "In my line of work, I'm rich."
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"I could say the same for my own line of work then." [b]he reaches his hand out to the man.[/b] "Call me Ghost."
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He shakes Ghost's hand. "I'm Dean."
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"So, Dean, since I do believe there [i]is[/i] honor among thieves, Imma let you go."
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"Thief? I'm no thief." He chuckles a bit. "I'm a hunter."
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"Hunter, pirate, smuggler, Hired thug, we're all the same when we work for hire my friend. You're no exception. And neither am I."
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"Valid point." He looks back at a woman that bumped into you as she goes to enter the bar they were standing in front of. "And that's my queue. Wish me luck, man." He walks towards the door, holding it open for her.
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[spoiler]lelel she bumped into Kaebius not Ghost[/spoiler] "See you later..." [b]he grins underneath his mask.[/b]
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[spoiler]Muh brain is slow at night...[/spoiler]
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[i]She continues down the street, glancing over at him as she continues looking around the city She nearly bumps into the man in front of her, stopping herself before she does so[/i]
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He eyes the man she almost bumped into and gets into his car. He drives up the street towards the nearest bar and steps out. Dean looks back down the street, seeing if the woman was still walking down the street.
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[i]To his surprise, she still was, staring down at her phone, and walking to the same bar he was[/i]
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He steps towards the bar, checking his own phone. He didn't know why, like his brother would call him after what happened. Dean opens the bar door and open for her, since she was about ten feet away from the door.
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[i]She looks up from her phone, seeing him standing there She gives a thankful smile, and walks into the bar She sits at the counter, looking up at the plasma screen that displayed a ongoing sports game, ordering a glass of whiskey[/i]
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He walks up to the bar and orders a beer. He watches the football game above her. It was 24-23 in the last quarter. The loud [i]clack[/i] of the pads making contact comes through the TV's audio. "That look like it hurt." He winces for the poor guy who got hit.
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[i]She looks over at him, not noticing at first what he meant, then it clocked in her mind as she watched the replay of the hit[/i] [b]"Yeah, sounded like it"[/b]
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He smiles at her. "I used to play, actually."
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[i]She looks back over at him[/i] [b]"Really? What was it like?"[/b] [i]Her green eyes watch him[/i]
