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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/21/2017 1:17:50 AM
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"Ha! Ya like I would do that..." he said as Lyn saw his cheeks turn a little red. He looked to Lyn then. "I...I wouldn't." He said almost panicky now.
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Lyn raised a brow. "If you did then I'd say you own me and could do what ever you wanted from now on, but because you didn't...." She trailed off. She was just wanted to mess with him at this point.
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"Ya...I'm...not gunna delve into your weird little fantasy land Lyn. We're already in a nightmare as is." He said as he looked out past the bars. "Kinda weird though. Feel like someone like you would've been smarter then getting caught the way you did. What happened?" He asked her.
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Lyn sighed and stood up. "I was joking about that and I only got caught because hostages make everything so complicated, y'know? Ugh." She walked up so she was right beside him and nudged him. "Why are you here?"
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"Was supposed to meet someone. Meeting went south though." He told her. He kept looking outside the cell, as if he was waiting for something to happen.
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"Was I supposed to meet you at the bar? Or did we both just get f*cked at a meeting?" Lyn inched towards him a little.
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"I don't know. What do you think of Hennessy?" He asked her. This was code for something, she could tell.
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"Is that the code thing? With apple scotch or somethin'? I normally don't drink."
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Henry chuckled softly as he looked out of the bars. "Hehe. So YOU'RE the one they sent! I guess even dojo members aren't immune to getting...well...bashed into a table I guess."
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"It was a really hard, magical table...probably. So, anything interesting happening? I guess I'm stuck here for a while." Lyn inched a little closer.
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"It's prison. Pretty sure the goal is to make things NOT happen. All physiological I suppose. That being said you aren't a prisoner long before the empire puts a chip in your neck." Henry answered her.
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"I guess we have to try and not drop the soap in the shower until we get out...get it?" Lyn sighed. "What was that about a chip?"
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Henry chuckled at her perverted remark. Then answered her question. "Chips, or collars. Either or. The collars are for slaves. Basically they track someone's movement and if they are doing something they shouldn't be...boom." He told her. "Did you notice the burns around the city when you got here? Those are from the collars."
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Lyn nodded and remembered all of the burn marks she saw. "Oh, that's...f*cked up. So, the chips do the same thing as the collars?"
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"Ya. Just that they use the chips on their soldiers. Guess they look prettier without the collars. Doesn't matter in the end though, they're still slaves to the empire."
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"Y'know that makes me wonder what he wants from me considering I'm still alive. Does he want a soldier or just wants me to suffer as long as possible? I doubt it's because he wants a wife." She chuckled. "He hates me."
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"Well. You DID throw a glass at him." Henry said as he looked at her.
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Lyn looked back at him. "That's how we flirt where I come from." She joked with a grin. "He didn't have to be such a baby about it."
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"Ha! No, I think you just hurt that delicate pride of his." Henry seemed...off, however. He kept looking outside the bars, as if he was waiting for something?
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"So, why do you keep looking out? Got a girl back home you're dreaming about? Or is some sh*t about to go down?" Lyn looked out as well.
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"Oh...the latter. If we're lucky." He said as he looked down at his watch. Then, he turned to Lyn. He looked incredibly serious. "Lyn. I need to ask you. Are you willing to die for others? Are you willing to fight for a just cause? Will you help the rebellion? I need to know this. Right, now." He asked her this quickly.
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"No, I came here on a suicidal mission with no backup for fun." She turned to him with a raised brow. "Seriously? Of course I am."
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"Good!" He said. "Good..." Suddenly, the wall outside of their cell blasted open. Henry grabbed Lyn and brought her to the floor as debris hit against the bars. He looked up as the dust began to settle, and Lyn could hear voices making their way inside. There were also gun shots. A lot of gunshots... "You okay?!" Henry asked her.
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"Yeah! Is that your rebel friends?!" Lyn kept her head down and stayed close to Henry.
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"Ya know, I think so? Pretty positive!" He said as he stood and helped Lyn to her feet. Men ran down the hall outside the prison, all wore black Kevlar and had white bandanas on. They had black Ak-47's and looked skilled as far as Lyn could see. Then, one of them approached the cell. He was tall and had a gnarly scar across his hazel eyes. "Henry!" He said. "You alright?" He asked him as he began to work on the lock with what looked to be a blow torch. "Just peachy Geralt!" Henry said as he backed away from the bars. "Who's your roommate there?" Geralt asked as he hastily worked on the cell.
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"You can call me Lyn." Lyn yawned and stretched. "Finally some action."
