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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/9/2016 4:30:21 AM
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[i]"Oh shit," JT exclaimed as he bit the hotdog one last time and threw it over the edge, before he went to the cabin to grab the body. He was amazed at how fast time went though he knew it was likely due to the writer not wanting to drag out the encounter with a conversation, so when he came back, he cucked the body over the railway of magic. [/i]
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[i]Five minutes later, the train touched down in the Shi Canyon, wind blowing against the windows as loose sand struck the metal train with loud pitter, patters. Alyssa spoke in the comms:[/i] "We're here. Whatcha doin' here, anyway?"
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((JT already threw the body off the train))
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[i]Alyssa sighed.[/i] "Don't tell me you made me fly [i]all the way here[/i]," [i]She said, slightly annoyed.[/i] "So you could drop a body down five thousand feet. Well, okay, I'm fine with that." [i]Alyssa shrugged, slamming a button on the control panel of the train. A mechanical claw arm brought two wine bottles out of a refrigerator in the passenger car, and Alyssa got up, walking over to the back.[/i] "Cheers, Jay," [i]She said, popping open then wine bottles.[/i]
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[i]JT looked over the edge and a grimace crossed his face, before he pulled the assault rifle from his back. Looking over the rail was what he was doing, as he pulled back into the train. "You sure they can't get us?" He asked ,before he grabbed a bottle. [/i]
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"Who, the bandits?" [i]Alyssa asked, taking a deep gulp from the bottle of wine. She thought for a moment, not quite tipsy yet.[/i] "I could shut the windows and cover them with the metal of the train, it's completely bulletproof; no way anything bullet's gonna hit us if I did that."
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[i]"Alright, I'll wait for you inside." JT knew they were fairly safe where they were but he still stayed low as he approached the inside of the train's box, where he proceeded to close one of the doors on it's side after setting the gun down. [/i]
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[i]Alyssa walked back into the conductor's cabin, slamming another button. This one blacked out all the windows, before metal shutters shut closed on them, rendering the entire train closed from the outside world, the sliding doors shut tightly and the windows blocked from view. The train was entirely bulletproof, fireproof, explosive proof, and your mom's weight proof, so no matter what the bandits threw at it, the train would hold. Alyssa walked back into the train car, grabbing the bottle of wine she was drinking before, grinning.[/i] "Cheers. Now, we can drink in safety."
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[i]"Thank god," said the cowboy as he raised the bottle of wine to his cracked and fairly thin lips to allow the water to practically flow like a river from the rim of the bottle into his lips, which in turn hydrated the cowboy and allowed the alcohol in his system to find his augmented liver for deconstruction and await removal from the body. But the alcohol was not without effect on his body, for it went directly to his brain in an attempt to alter his thoughts and feelings, not making him drunk as that was a side effect of the test tube creations he underwent, but rather it made him more confident. "Oh and just a heads up, if I drink too much then I get a bit too confident, so tell me if I do anything stupid. Alright?"[/i]
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"Ain't no cameras or bugs in here, partner," [i]Alyssa said jokingly, faking a Western, cowgirl accent as she steadily grew more drunk. She grinned widely, looking around.[/i] "Ain't nothin' gonna hear anything you say today." [i]Alyssa chuckled, realizing how bad the fake accent was, but she thought it was rather fun, or at least her drunken self did.[/i]
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[i]"Your western is about as bad as my British, Love." JT's fake British accent sounded like an Australian and Romanian were attempting an in synch version of an Alabama accent, though damn if it didn't bring a smile to JT's face. And when he drank himself more, then came the stuff he was talking about. "But if your accent is half as bad as your looks, it's still pretty damn good."[/i]
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[i]Alyssa blushed crimson red, and laughed aloud, taking another gulp of wine. She self-consciously glanced quickly into a mirror on the wall, brushing back a strand of hair as she looked back to JT, smiling. Flirtatiously, she said:[/i] "Your British accent's as bad as my social skill, but people wouldn't notice that; they'll be too busy staring at your handsome face." [i]Alyssa suddenly burst into a drunken fit of giggles, realizing how corny that sounded.[/i]
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[i]"Not if you're anywhere remotely close to me, 'cause you're stunning, and I already know that anyone would find your beauty simply irresistible." JT knew exactly what he was doing by flirting, and in truth Alyssa didn't look half bad to him, even if she was only twenty three. Technically she was older than JT by his species standards as they aged at half the speed of humans, so while she was twenty three he was supposed to be exactly twenty. [/i]
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[i]It was clear that Alyssa was completely new to flirting, having absolutely no experience in the matter. Her brain worked frantically, trying to think up something clever; of course, she could just tell the truth, that JT looked rather attractive, however Alyssa couldn't separate that feeling from a side effect of her drunkenness, or if she legitimately thought that. She'd like to think that it was the latter; she didn't want to end up doing something she regretted, however all of this was in the back of her head. At JT's flirting, Alyssa only blushed redder, grinning as she took another gulp from her bottle of wine.[/i] "I'm not the best at this," [i]Alyssa admitted, slightly embarrassed. In truth, Alyssa was about as good at flirting as the writer was, which isn't a compliment. She unconsciously crossed her ankles, before her drunken self accidentally knocked over the glass bottle of wine, as it shattered on the floor, glass shards scattering all over the carpet floor of the train. Alyssa groaned, as her least favorite thing about the train was that she had to clean up even glass shards and alcohol on the carpet, but quickly turned back to JT, smiling awkwardly, a thought popping up in her head.[/i] "See what effect you have on me? Distracted me so much, I smashed my wine bottle...."
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[i]JT allowed a chuckle to escape his lips as he looked to Alyssa with his own cyan shaded eyes. JT was as good a flirt as his writer as well, although his writer has flirted with people to great success in the past, even talking someone out of suicide by flirting, twice. And so he stood from his seat and approached the couch Alyssa sat on, before he asked a question. "Mind if I sit, beautiful?" [/i]
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"Not at all, handsome," [i]Alyssa said, scooting aside to give JT more room to sit. She smiled up at him, examining his features from a closer distance. The word "handsome" felt weird in her mouth, before Alyssa realized that she'd never used the word before this in her entire life. [/i]
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[i]JT hadn't needed to only perfect his game speech-wise but now also physically as he sat a fair distance away, not too close nor too far as he didn't want to come off as either uninterested nor creepy immediately. He had to make some major gains if he were to have any shot in the slightest. "So, your beauty is definitely stunning from over there, but from over here... Damn, you're really attractive." [/i]
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[i]Alyssa'd never been called attractive before, never been flirted with, and never flirted. It was such a new concept for her, that even if JT made twenty mistakes that would get any other girl to lose interest immediately, Alyssa wouldn't notice a thing; she'd never seen good flirting before, both verbally and physically, and so she couldn't compare that to bad flirting. Hell, JT could straight up insult her, and Alyssa would think that it was flirting; not that she was stupid.[/i] "And you, too," [i]Alyssa said truthfully. Her own green eyes were locked in a gaze with JT's cyan ones; cyan was her favorite color. She hoped to High Hell that JT wouldn't mind her utter lack of flirting, instead hoped that for once, her emotions showing clearly on her face would finally be useful.[/i]
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[i]JT's cyan eyes were displaying not just attraction but what looked like care in them as they sparkled with the lights above, and the smile on his face grew wider as he looked into Alyssa's pair of them, which he saw the lack of flirting in. In truth though he didn't mind it, just meant that he had more chance to flirt with her, which he did better than most other men he had met before. "Your eyes are like emeralds, Alyssa," he sad as he got a few inches closer in a casual and nonchalant way, his body maybe six inches from hers at the leg gap between them. His right arm was on the couch now as he held it behind her a slight bit, though that was to come in later. [/i]
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"And yours...." [i]Alyssa thought for a moment, not at all uncomfortable with JT moving closer, rather she liked the closeness; in a way, it made her feel safer, being so close to a man like JT.[/i] "Are like Amazonite. I could go all in-depth and describe how Amazonite suits you, but... it's one of my favorite gemstones; it's rather pretty." [i]Alyssa smiled at JT, hoping that he got what Alyssa was trying to say; that where Amazonite was her favorite gemstone, JT was, at the moment, her favorite person, to say it bluntly.[/i]
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[i]A slight tinge of red colour came to the cowboy's face as he leaned ever slightly inwards, to the point where the breath of Alyssa could be felt on his face and vice versa. "You want to grab lunch or something after we get off?"[/i]
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"L-lunch sounds nice," [i]Alyssa murmured, stuttering slightly as JT leaned in close.[/i] "But...." [i]She appeared to be a little reluctant to leave the train, as slowly, extraordinarily slowly, her face creeping closer to JT's, millimeter by millimeter.[/i]
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[i]And success came to her and to JT, as he also started to progressively draw nearer and nearer to Alyssa's face, and when he got there his lips slowly collided with Alyssa's own, and his smile faded as he was using his mouth for something else. [/i]
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[i]Alyssa drew a sharp intake of breath, shutting her eyes as she flailed her arms, before beginning to move her lips in rhythm with JT's, her hands traveling up to his upper back to pull herself closer to him.[/i]
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((This feels... Awkward, writing it out in public, and we already got a feeling where this'll go. Timeskip?))
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((Sure, timeskip.))
