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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/14/2015 10:12:04 PM
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"I need 150,000 terrorists dead. You able to help?" [b]He says, loading a black M4A1 carbine, and putting it across his back, on the left side, and loading a AK-47 and slinging it across the right half[/b]
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[i] Lance tosses her a key from his pocket.[/i]
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[b]She catches it, smiling at him. [/b]"thanks" [b]She says, then goes into his room, coming out with 2 AK-47's in her hands, a 6" combat knife, and a suppressed USP-45 pistol, and she enters their room, handing the pistol and an AK to Natalie, as well as a black satchel [/b]
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"Well then." [i]Lance not at all surprised. It was JT after all.[/i]
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[b]as Natalie dumps the contents of the bag on the bed, a red bandana and about 5 frag grenades, 7 smoke bombs and an incineary grenade falls out [/b]
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[i] He shakes his head, chuckling.[/i]
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Natalie: "there's more"
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"I don't know if I wanna know or not."
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[b]She empties more, revealing a pair of carbon knuckledusters, a bipod for a sniper, and a 10x scope[/b]
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[i] Lance chuckles.[/i] "Oh JT."
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[b]Natalie pulls one more thing from the bag: a black duster, with a skull on the back, a knife on the back of that, and the words "KINGS" written in white across the back, and it had a hood on it, with a note [/b]
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[i] Lance raises his eyebrows, not having seen that before.[/i]
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[b]Natalie reads the note, tossing it on the table[/b] "Well, give that a read through if you want"
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[i] Lance picks it up and reads it.[/i]
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[i]To all who may read this note I am no longer the man I was. Years ago I wore this duster with pride; I was a king, the best goddamn gang in all of Texas. I rode through the streets on bikes, I shot myself up with a syringe of heroin, then I shot others up full of holes. I did all this without giving a single shit. Then, I realized the errors of my ways. To anyone thinking of putting this duster on, please, remove the insignia from the back, remove the plagued words from it. And most of all, do not go the murderous path I had when I wore it. Wear it with honor, and do good. -JT, the Usurped King [/i]
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[i] Lance tosses the note away.[/i] "Typical JT. Well, if you girls need anything, just call. Alex, we can train whenever you want. You too Natalie."
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"Thank you" [b]alex says, putting on the duster, and pulling the hood up, the duster open, showing a fancy white shirt and black vest, with black pants, and black boots , the pants over the boots[/b] "do I look menacing?"
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"You look like you're about to go to dinner with a boy." [i]Lance chuckles.[/i]
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"Screw off" [b]She says, laughing. [/b] [spoiler]Really, the outfit looks like Arno's first jacket from AC:Unity lmao. Then add Elise's outfit under, and put the hood up, then dye the robe black[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]lance was just being a smartass.[/spoiler] "Better than being screwed on." [i] Lance chuckles.[/i]
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"Well, getting screwed sounds like fun" [b]She says flirtatiously[/b] [spoiler]...Que the flirting. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Lmao. Knew it was coming.[/spoiler] [i]Lance chuckles.[/i] "I'm a tad old for you Alex."
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"Fūck it, I've screwed 58 year olds, I'm always free" [b]She says, bluntly; something she inherited from her dad. [/b]
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"Ok Alex, I'll remember that in case I ever feel like fùcking a 16 year old." [i] He rolls his eyes.[/i]
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"Hey man, were tight" [b]She says, and Alex throws a pillow at her[/b] Nat: "Alex, stop being a whore" Alex: "you probably want to Fūck him too!" Nat: "while that may be the case, I have a girlfriend" Alex: "one of dads friends, no doubt" Nat: "ain't cryo sleep just great. And I'm actually of legal age" Alex: "ah shut up"
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[i]Lance chuckles.[/i] "Good to know I'm so appealing." [i] He runs his hands over his face.[/i] "Jesus." [i] He mumbles.[/i]
