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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/10/2016 11:07:21 PM
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[b]Cowboys from Hell // VR Simulation // 4:12 PM // Marshal JT. [/b]
[i]Commerce and cars created a white noise in the background of the city's marketplace in the poorer district of Padras, as the Frontiersman stood in the dead centre of the entire place, his ten foot tall suit of armour and blackened duster keeping him as the focal point to the curiosity that many of the beggars and low-class citizens had.
JT was visiting the city in the country of Cylak because he was bored of the Dojo's rolling hills and whining citizens, and wanted to return to a place where even the robotic police droids were programmed to not -blam!- with the common man. The majority wad full of junkies and wannabe gangsters, but they wouldn't deter JT. He grew up here, he knew Cylak. [/i]
((Open))
[spoiler]Imagine Cyberpunk Texas, so Deus Ex in Dallas, Texas, with a bunch of drugs and crime. [/spoiler]
English
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[i]"Was married. My wife died two years ago, I've been a wreck ever since." [/i]
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[i]Charlotte gets sad again.[/i] "I'm sorry to hear that, JT."
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[i]"Thanks. Y'know, that's why I spend most of my time at work, even though it's faltering." "Anyways, I doubt you want to get sad as hell. What do you want to do next?" [/i]
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[i]Charlotte tries to hug the giant suit JT is wearing.[/i] "I think for the first time I can remember, I just want to cuddle with no sex involved."
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[i]"Heh, you get used to it after a while. You want to head back to my place? No I ain't being thirsty, I legit find cuddling fun." [/i]
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[i]Charlotte nods with a smile.[/i] "I'd love to."
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[i]"Alright," JT said as he soon stood up from his armour locked position, and the armour soon faded to nothingness in the sim. He started walking to his apartment. [/i]
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[i]Charlotte follows closely and tries to hold his hand.[/i] "You have any more romantic stories?"
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[i]"The occasional one here or there." JT said, interlocking his fingers with hers. [/i]
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[i]Charlotte rests her head on JT's shoulder.[/i] "Are any of them about a sex driven female warrior and a cyborg cowboy?"
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[i]"Only the sex stories." Think that was a joke? No, the dude is dead serious. [/i]
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"Sex stories? I'd love to hear them."
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[i]"I -blam!-ed a chick in a tree once. Like, on a hostile alien planet." [/i]
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"In a tree? I remember f*cking a tree once. Luckily I can't get splinters easily."
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[i]"No, I mean like while we were under the threat of dying." [/i]
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"Eh, only time I ever felt threatend in a fight was..." [i]Charlotte's eyes widen and flash white for a second before going back to normal.[/i] "....What were we talking about?"
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[i]"Good sex stories."[/i]
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[i]Charlotte places a hand on JT's chest.[/i] "Why talk about sex when we can just do it?"
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[i]"Thought you wanted to cuddle?" [/i]
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"We were going to cuddle?" [i]Charlotte looks up at JT with a puzzled expression.[/i] "When did I say that?"
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[i]"Like two minutes ago." [/i]
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"Huh, I don't remember. What were we doing two minutes ago?"
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[i]"Swapping stories about life, don't you remember?" [/i]
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[i]Charlotte lets go of JT's hand and steps back.[/i] "We were?"
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[i]"Yeah. So I assume you don't remember..?" [/i]
