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12/25/2015 2:35:46 PM
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[i]Again she looks puzzled,[/i] "why are you sorry, it wasn't your people?"
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[i] He shrugs.[/i] "I don't know. You just look like you need someone to tell you it'll be alright, so I'm trying to be comforting." [i] He chuckles.[/i]
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" Oh sorry, erm in which case Thankyou "
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[i]He smiles.[/i] "I know what loss feels like, trust me." [i] He pulls off his armor, it slides off like clothing, but looks extremely protective. On his left forearm are tattooed 4 names. [b]Jennifer, Chris, Lilah, Rachael.[/b] in swirling script. On his left bicep, sits a Delta Force Special Ops Logo. [/i]
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[i]Now she feels awkward since she has only been around the same 4 people for tha last 10 years. She doesn't know why she feels awkward she just does, she looks away. [spoiler]eating brb[/spoiler][/i]
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[spoiler]Alright.[/spoiler] [i]He smiles, sitting back down. His body seems toned and muscular, but not exactly buff.[/i] "What do you plan on doing now?"
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[i]She continues to look out of the camp, or at her feet , she eventually settles on cleaning her Wakazashi. [/i] " I don't know, I need to make myself useful, I need to find a job . But my skill set is pretty unique,can't see me being much use at JT's new compound. I just don't know." [spoiler]he is a regular cult leader our JT . Lol[/spoiler]
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"You're a killer. And you don't know how to do anything else."
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[i]She nods matter of factly. [/i] " Doesn't really bode well does it?"
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Edited by Will: 12/25/2015 3:52:19 PM"Trust me, I get that. For a while, all I was, was a killer. Hell, I still am. I've killed more people than I can count. But I've got a purpose."
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" which is?"
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"Protect the ones I love." [i] He says with a smile.[/i]
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"Your fortunate to have those, ....my brother...I keep seeing him...speaking to him even."
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[i] He raises his eyebrows.[/i] "But he's dead?"
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[i] Her shoulders sag and she nods[/i] " And yet I have seen and touched him and spoken to him as clearly as I speak to you now."
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"Your probably hoping he's alive, and your minds tricking you into thinking it."
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"Seeing out of the corner of my eye I could buy that but, I could touch him. Maybe you are right I just think I would know for certain if he was dead."
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[i] He shrugs.[/i] "I'm a swordsman, not a psychiatrist." [i] He grins.[/i]
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"You know what, I'm not crazy" [i] she's visibly upset, picking up her sword she leaves [/i]
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"Echo!" [i] He calls.[/i]
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[i] She ignores him[/i]
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[i] Suddenly his figure blurs in front of her and solidifies, as he is in front of her.[/i] "Where are you going." [i] He says it oddly more like a statement then a question.[/i]
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[i] She glares at him,[/i] " I know what I felt and now I am going to find someone who doesn't think I'm crazy!"
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"I didn't say I thought you were crazy. And what, you're gonna wander off into the jungle with nothing but that toothpick?" [i] He glances at the Wakizashi.[/i] "There's a lot of dangerous things out there, and I'm probably the most dangerous one here. So if you don't want to get eaten by God knows what out there, it'd be a good idea to stick with me." [i] He says, those icy blue eyes staring right through her.[/i]
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" FIrst you think I need a shrink now you say I can't look after myself." [i]Shes dithering, she's angry and she wants to find help but it goes against her nature to disobey anyone in seniority. She ebbs up so angry her armour closes around her and she draws her sword [/i]
