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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/2/2016 3:48:35 AM
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[i]Alyssa blushed, then shook her head to clear it.[/i] "I've been mistaken for younger," [i]She murmured, sighing. She was a graduate from John West Academy, and the only real world struggles she'd faced were convincing people that she was twenty three.[/i]
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[i]Charlie can tell his voice is working so he continues with the voice.[/i] "Well, there's nothing wrong with looking young. There are few things that are more sought after than innocence when a human male looks for a partner and youth makes a lady seem very innocent."
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[i]Alyssa's blush reddened, and she was unsure what kind of conversation this was becoming.[/i] "Um," [i]She stammered, pushing her chair back a little.[/i] "C-can we move on?" [i]She asked, obviously discomforted by the topic.[/i]
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[i]Charlie grinned in a way that made Alyssa blush even more.[/i] "Alright, I see that you just want this test out of the way. The first question is, where were you born?"
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[i]Alyssa sighed, patting her cheeks slightly.[/i] "Echo City, quite a ways away," [i]She said, grateful for the change of questions.[/i]
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"How would you describe your experiences at Echo City?"
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"Um... average...?" [i]She said, unsure how to sum Echo City up. She grew up at a school there, was molested there, and was physically assaulted multiple times there.[/i]
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"Telling from your voice I can tell there's something you're holding back. Tell me what happened."
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"I, uh...." [i]Alyssa didn't particularly want to talk about it, but sighed and decided to get it over with. After all, it[/i] was [i]'required'.[/i] "Um... molested... assaulted... that kinda stuff...." [i]She looked away awkwardly.[/i]
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[i]Charlie sunk in his seat and sighed.[/i] "Did those who wronged you get punished?"
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"Er... yeah...." [i]She recalled back to the multiple people that had straight up killed the assaulters, and shuddered.[/i] "Definitely...."
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"Did they get punished the same way that they hurt you?"
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"Well... no...." [i]She said, shuffling. It was rather unfair, really.[/i]
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"Can you go into more detail of how they [u][b]ass[/b][/u]aulted and molested you?"
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[i]Alyssa ignored Charlie's emphasis on the word "assault", or at least tried to. She didn't want to answer, but... it was required.[/i] "Er... well... they groped my... uh... mm...." [i]She blushed, and her mouth suddenly seemed to be zipped shut.[/i]
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"Please, Miss Alyssa. Nothing leaves this room and this is strictly professional."
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"Um...." [i]Alyssa took a deep breath, uncertain, now, if this 'test' was an actual test.[/i] "Well... I... my breasts... they... did some stuff." [i]She shuddered, extraordinarily uncomfortable with the topic. Her cheeks were redder than a tomato, as she looked down at her feet, unwilling to go on.[/i]
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[i]Charlie got up, put his hand on Alyssa's shoulder, and knelt next to her. He looked into her eyes and spoke to her in the same voice he used earlier.[/i] "Everything is going to be okay. I'll take the blame if you don't want to fully answer the question."
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"O-okay," [i]She murmured, looking at Charlie.[/i] "Next question?"
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"I'm going to go against the rules and say you need a break from the questions. So, lets go get something to eat. That sound good?"
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"... um... okay," [i]She said, unsure of what else to do. Getting up, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her skinny jeans, looking up at Charlie, who stood a full nine inches taller than her.[/i]
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[i]Charlie looked down at Alyssa and chuckled.[/i] "I didn't realize how short you are compared to me. Well, follow me?" [i]He walked out of the room.[/i]
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[i]Alyssa followed, wondering where they were off to.[/i]
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[i]Charlie stops and starts coughing into his hand.[/i] "Why don't you just go get food and bring some back for me? I'll pay for it all when you come back." [i]He quickly makes his way back to the room and Alyssa sees as he goes by that there was blood on his hand.[/i]
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Edited by NOTAPUBLICALT: 10/3/2016 1:54:58 AM[i]Alyssa blinked, pushing her eyeglasses up as she looked over at the blood on Charlie's hand. She stopped for a moment, opened her mouth to say something, then grit her teeth, closing her mouth. In her experience, Charlie probably either wouldn't want to talk about it or wouldn't want her to know, and so she turned, and continued walking. She went to an Italian restaurant, ordering Baked Ziti for herself and Fettuccine Alfredo for Charlie, hoping that he liked pasta. She paid, then turned and left the restaurant, heading back to the room.[/i]
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[i]When she came back to the room he appeared to be quietly talking on a phone in an upset tone. His body was turned away from the entrance to the room and was hunched over.[/i]
