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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/15/2017 6:06:20 AM
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[b][i]This Boy is Lost [/i][/b]
[i]"Like a rebel with out cause
But he's the boss
That boy he don't know how to lose
He's gonna win
He got the lot to top the last shot
Shaker he's a breaker he's a maker he's a landslide"
-AC/DC[/i]
[b]Dojoville, Tatakai[/b]
"Someone stop him!"
[i]A voice cried out at the marketplace, as a figure could be seen sprinting away from a shop, a duffle bag on his back, loaded full of all sorts of goodies.
Ducking and weaving through the crowds of people, he was fast, his form small and lithe, allowing him to be swift. Clad in a sleek exosuit, the figure continued to duck, bob, and weave through people to escape anyone that perhaps had been pursuing him. Years of practice had honed his ability, he simply couldn't afford to be caught. Imprisonment, torture, and death were not exactly high on his list of things to do, but selling stolen goods was.
Turning from the main avenue, the figure quickly ducked into an alleyway, using it to cross over to another street, where he slunk into the general populace. Calming himself, he slowed down to blend in with the crowds, making sure that he didn't look suspicious. What was nice about the Dojo was that everyone wore armor and carried plenty of weaponry, so being in his suit with a duffel bag wasn't necessarily something that looked out of the ordinary. So long as nobody stopped him, he'd be golden.[/i]
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[b]A patrol of dojo guards sprinted into the plaza, looking around for the Exo guy. They filtered through the crowd, searching until of the guards spotted him. They started moving faster, headed towards him [/b]
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[i]He looked back, grinning beneath his helmet as he kept running, his small stature and agility allowing him to move through the crowds rapidly. Considering that the good he had were about the only things he was carrying, he didn't have to worry about large weaponry or anything else on his back. He picked up the pace in turn, easily outmaneuvering the slower armed guards. [/i]
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[b]They pursued him as best they could, having to push through the crowd more forcefully then before [/b]
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[i]Unless they planned to head him off or stop him through some other means, he was going to easily evade them. It appeared that this was not his first time running from law enforcement.[/i]
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[b]One of the guards jumped on top of a bench, and aimed an electric rifle at the Exo. The guard pulled the trigger, and an taser bolt shot out [/b]
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[i]While agile, he was nowhere near fast enough to dodge firearm projectiles, including bolts of electricity. The shock had momentarily glitched the armor's servos, sending him careening to the ground, his figure rolling to a stop after a few feet.[/i]
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[b]The guards got through the crowd, to him and circled, keeping their weapons trained on him [/b] [b]One of the guards spoke up [/b] "You have the right to remain silent."
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[i]It appeared that he tried to get to his feet, but the electricity had shorted his armor, and he wasn't able to do much other than lay there awkwardly. To the guards, it sounded as if he said something, but it was unintelligible through the helmet without power.[/i]
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"Tyler get that thing off of him." [b]One of the guards kneeled down, prying off the helmet [/b]
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[i]Beneath the helmet, surprisingly, was a teenager, looking roughly between fifteen and sixteen. He was lightly tanned, his chestnut hair covering his ears, a bit of a curl to it. The look in his hazel eyes, despite having been captured, was bright and mischievous, and he smiled up at the guards.[/i] "Hi..." [i]He said awkwardly.[/i]
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"Howdy." [b]A third guard grabbed the duffel bag and pulled it away from the kid [/b] "What were you thinking?"
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[i]He remained silent. He was certainly in no position to be a smart-aleck, and considering that they already had informed him of the right to remain silent, he figured it was better to stay quiet. They couldn't do anything to him for saying "Hi."[/i]
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"Uh huh. Silent type. Check the bag, Mark." [b]The third guard, apparently named Mark opened the bag and sifted through it [/b]
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[i]The duffel bag was filled to the brim with various goods, clothes, some jewelry, a couple pairs of Vans, some bottles of Brisk tea, and several other things.[/i]
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"What the hell do you need these for boy?"
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[i]He remained silent, looking up at them, a smirk on his face. Yet again, it appeared he was most certainly utilizing his right to remain silent.[/i]
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"Fine then... We'll just have to-" [i]"What's going on here?"[/i] [b]The NCR Ranger, Watcher walked over to the guards, who lowered the guns[/b] "[i]Leave my mate alone. And scurry off, Broadside."[/i] "Sir." [b]The guards dispersed, taking the duffel with them[/b]
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[i]He looked up at the ranger, recognizing the armor, although he didn't recognize the man in it. The boy was honestly surprised that the ranger wasn't taking him in. Usually the ones who looked like cops were cops, or something to that nature.[/i]
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"Hey kiddo. Good to see you again."
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"Ok, I give, what's going on? I've been through a lot of good cop bad cop, and this is really not normal." [i]He remarked, looking up at the Ranger with a confused look on his face.[/i]
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"Good cop, bad cop? Lucky for you. I'm not a cop at all." [b]He shook his head as he looked down at the kid [/b]
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"So why help? Not like you guys necessarily like people stealing things around here." [i]He replied, looking at the man with some suspicion as to his intents.[/i]
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"You're right, but then again the people believe we don't care about them. They speak against the dojo for reasons we really are not responsible for."
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"So... let 'em. Not like they could actually take any of you guys. You have literal gods walking around." [i]He said, seeming to think that it was fairly stupid that people would go against the Dojo, but then again, he was there robbing people.[/i]
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"We don't want to put them in harm. Letting a few robbers go doesn't kill anyone. Just pisses them off."
