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That's a nice name, Royal
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"Thanks. What's yours?
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My name's Carl. *He sighs a little*
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"Quite the name."
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Didn't quite have a say in it when my parents named me... [spoiler]Nor did he have a say when I named him. Muahahahahahahahahah[/spoiler]
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"Sucks to be you."
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Yeah... You okay, sir? You don't look too good.
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"Memories. I was close to Mortar."
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Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
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"It's alright"
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Can I just ask something? Was he... Well liked here? When he was at a Catholic school, he was hated by everyone. And i mean everyone, students, teachers, even the guidance counselor. What can you expect when you look like a spawn of Satan? Their words, not mine. There were times when he would lock himself in a chest and refuse to talk to anyone. I'm surprised that my parents turned a blind eye to it, they were strict Catholics but they should take their children into account.
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"Yeah. He was liked."
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Good. *He nods a little*
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"Who were you to him?"
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His big brother. The guy who he talked with in private after every school day. The guy who was his role model and every small screw up in front of him could influence him.
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"That certainly sounds scripted."
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Scripted? No, not at all. I've been going back to school, learning more about stuff I wasn't strong in when I was younger, like poetry, and i tend to speak as if I were reading a poem... Sorry if it sounds strange
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"Not at all
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Cool... How did you meet him anyway?
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"I Honestly don't remember. It was so long ago."
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*Carl nods* I take it you were good friends?
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"Very."
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Cool... Well, I didn't come here just to chat and see my brother, I came for entry. Now, he said that I have to fight someone?
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"No. You're in." [b]He turned, walking off[/b]
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Really? I didn't think it would be that simple... Did I do something to you? I'm sorry