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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/9/2016 4:26:06 PM
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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]
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"Just like old times..." JT joked to himself as the writer decided to do something he did ages ago. And so he jumped from the elevated position he was in as he tried to land in front of Violet. As his boots hit the ground below and his knees bent, he slowly got up from the one knee position he was in, and turned his head right to speak to Violet. "Violet."
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[i]Violet blinked in confusion, then smiled at JT, recognizing him.[/i] "Okay, first of all, teach me how to be Batman like that," [i]She jested.[/i] "Secondly, long time no see! How yah bee?"
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"Busy," he calmly stated. In truth that was bullshit seeing as his day-to-day plan is largely just him hanging out in the clinic, but he rarely told anyone his day plans as they fluctuated. "You remember that disease you told me about?"
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[i]Violet frowned slightly, unsure how to think of that question; she'd never been asked about it before.[/i] "... yes, why?" [i]She asked, now cautiously, her right arm unconscious covering the pocket full of her medicine protectively. [/i]
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"I know someone that may or may not have gotten it. Bleeding worse than an African with Ebola as we speak." JT literally could not think of any other way to describe it.
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[i]Violet's eyes widened with shock and disbelief, having never before heard somebody else contracting the disease before. She gulped, nodding.[/i] "Lead the way," [i]She said briskly, pulling out a massive, five inch long syringe.[/i]
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JT extended a hand towards Violet, as him just sprinting over was likely a much faster thing than them both going, as he could afford to carry her and still haul ass.
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[i]Violet grasped JT's hand, beginning to sprint towards the train; she knew what the disease did, and if they didn't reach whoever had the disease soon enough, they would likely die. The first attack always took the longest to kill; they likely had time.[/i]
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[i]While Violet sprinted, JT lunged with his metallic legs, which already had muscles twice as strong as the average human, but on top of that he also had springs within his legs and joints to propel him further, as that was also affected by the five hundred pounds he weighed in at due to the metals. So he was likely running at around fifty miles per hour, something he was going at quite quickly, and as such he had to literally lift his arm so Violet would be trailing behind him. He just hoped the train was outside. [/i]
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[i]The train was still there, having not moved an inch. Violet yelled as JT suddenly sprinted forward, but soon quieted down. The door to the conductor's cabin was wide open, with Alyssa lying in the recliner, her eyelids shut and stained with blood as well as her entire face, blood exuding from her sweat pores. Her breathing was so shallow it was nearly undetectable, but it was still there. Violet gasped audibly, and ran up to Alyssa, jabbing the syringe into her left arm, pumping the lime green medicine inside it into Alyssa. Slowly, she stopped bleeding, and her breathing gradually grew better, however she was unconscious.[/i]
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[i]"Son of a bltch..." JT mumbled to himself upon seeing her condition, though he wasn't blaming her, rather he was beating himself up over this entire ordeal and the hell that would go on for her. "So who's place is she staying at, mine or yours?" [/i]
