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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/9/2016 7:05:01 AM
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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.))
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((Aight, I'll let you pick it up as I'm bad with timeskip continuing))
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[i]Alyssa smiled at JT afterwards, sitting up on the couch. She had an oddly pained expression on her face, sweat beading her forehead even though she wasn't doing anything. She smiled awkwardly at the cowboy, feeling her forehead. "I think I've a fever, Jay," Alyssa murmured, although from her expression it was a lot more than a fever. Her breathing was shallow and forced, as though she was struggling for each breath.[/i]
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[i]JT stood up from the position he was in on the ground (Yeah, he fell off) as his clothing seemed to just kind of melt from his skin and take shape, and he put the duster back on his body shortly after the jumpsuit and hat, though he ignored the jeans when he looked over to see Alyssa. "Oh shit, you feeling alright?"[/i]
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"I-yeah, I'm completely... fine... where's the nearest hospital–actually, I'll fly the train over to the L.I.M.B. Clinic...." [i]Alyssa struggled to her feet, stumbling slightly, her mouth ajar. Ignoring her clothes, she stumbled to the conductors cabin, setting it to autopilot, before collapsing into the recliner that was there as the train lifted off, flying back north to the dojo.[/i]
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[i]"God damn it life, I just -blam!-ed her, now you gotta try and -blam!- me?" JT said to literally nobody in particular as he slowly grasped his assault rifle from the couch, and made way towards Alyssa. He wasn't just going to avoid making sure she was alright, seeing as he wasn't the hit-and-quit type of dude, and more or less someone who genuinely cared and wanted to make sure she was okay which is what he went to do. Walking to the chair where Alyssa was, JT seemed to sit on nothing as his knees locked up to create a chair of sorts for him to rest on, which would be strange if it weren't for his metal legs. "Are you sure you're okay? You didn't exactly sound to be in the best shape." [/i]
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"Jay, if you think I'm gonna... die," [i]Alyssa said jokingly, glancing over at JT.[/i] "Then you're definitely wrong." [i]She smiled painfully, however when she looked over at the cowboy, he could see droplets of blood in her eyes. As she began to lose strength, it was getting harder and harder to breath, and with less oxygen, she felt herself struggling to stay conscious.[/i]
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[i]Panic struck the Marshal near instantaneously when the breathing audibly worsened from the oxygen deprivation, so emergency maneuvers were to be expected from a cowboy that didn't want to let her lose a life. He shot himself up as he darted to the controls of the flying train, and attempted to pull out the fuel that was in there by hand, lest the train wouldn't drop and the altitude would stay farther from the trees and oxygen of the planet. [/i]
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[i]The fuel stayed in the train, however its autopilot was already having it descend, luckily. Soon beneath the clouds, the L.I.M.B. Clinic was seen in Dojoville. Alyssa's breathing got a little better due to the lower altitude, but not by much. Her eyes were closed, her entire face drenched in sweat.[/i] "Jay... try to find... somebody... with similar... symptoms...." [i]Alyssa wheezed out, before lapsing into silence, focusing on her breathing.[/i]
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"I will," JT said as he darted to Alyssa's side and knelt on the right of the chair. He had made a promise to the woman right there and then through a look in his cyan eyes, as he promised verbally and spiritually to. "I promise."
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[i]Alyssa smiled at JT with her eyes still closed, her brows furrowed in concentration to stay conscious. Just then, a woman walked through Dojoville, around thirty two. Bald, with artificial, violet eyes. The chainsaw on her back practically screamed that it was Violet Acciaroli, and the cowboy recalls her saying something about a rare, deadly disease she had. Best ask her about it, even if the attempt is fruitless.[/i]
