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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2017 10:16:55 PM
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[i]It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer[/I]
[b][i]-Elton John, Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting. [/i][/b]
[i]Another day, another drink. That was the mantra JT found himself living by, with each weekend he found himself in the bar. The same bar he went to when nothing new was going on in his life.
Aveline and Benny were heading the search for the killer and Derek had been attending an Extryte corporate meeting, leaving JT all alone for the time being. The Marshal hanged his hat on the rack in the bar and his pistols on the table in front of him, to either side of a brown bottle of Crown Royal on the table. The bar was as dead as his current activity, and so he waited for someone interesting to hopefully walk through that front door. [/i]
((Open. This is a boredom post.))
English
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[i]"Clinic." [/i]
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[i]When?[/i]
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[i]"Whenever." [/i]
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[i]Then we go now. I can pay for whatever costs you may require.[/i] She said, standing up. JT would also notice how Alpha seemed to have aged, closer to 19 now instead of 15
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[i]"No worries, this one's free. Everyone deserves the right to talk." [/i]
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She raised an eyebrow before walking onwards towards the clinic. Alpha wanted to waste no time in restoring her speech.
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[i]And before that happened, JT hit her over the back of the head. He hoped to knock her out with a swift punch, mainly because the writer can't be assed to write the clinic up again, so he would timeskip to after the surgery. [/i]
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She almost went out, but turned around quickly enough to draw her pistol on JT Her face was simply a mixture of shock and anger, demanding an explanation. The way her eye looked to JT suggested that maybe she'd been Bill Cosby'd before.
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[i]JT had the fastest hand in all the west - His fist collided with Alpha's jaw, his own raw strength enough to almost knock her out. [/i]
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He heard such a loud crack he knew he broke it. Though with his fancy ass shit he knew he could fix it.
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[i]By the time she awoke, Alpha would have a mended jaw and a text to speech device embedded in her throat, with a speaker connected to the roof of her mouth. She awoke in an apartment in downtown Dojoville, surrounded by medical gear and on a bed. Fully clothed at that, so she knew nothing happened. [/i]
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She groaned, and stopped. She whispered something to herself, and sighed with relief. It was over. "Thank god." She said. It was a little off, but it'd work
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[i]JT walked into the room (which Alpha could tell was a bedroom now, due to her vision clearing up) and noticed Alpha. He had originally came in to check up on his patient, though he just chuckled. "How's the throat feel?" [/i]
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"Like shit. Other than that, I can talk now." She said, seeming better "Though did you REALLY have to do that?" She said, massaging her jaw
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[i]"Not really, it was just fun."[/i]
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"Yeah yeah Treyman." She said jokingly. "Anyhow.....do you happen to know what happened to Irina.?"
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[i]"I wish I did, I really do. Last I heard she was skinning dragons here." [/i]
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"Can't say I'm upset at that. Their damn daddy killed me. Raid had to bring me back." She said, grimacing
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[i]"Raid? That dude from the Avalon that had a wedding?" [/i]
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"Psychopathic god-like dude with anger management problems? Yeah, that guy"
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[i]"Never met 'em." [/i]
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"Right. Anyhow....I hope she brings me a pelt or two. My sparrowhawk needs decoration."
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[i]"...You're a special kind of psycho, ain't you?"[/i]
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"I just don't have sympathy for people who kill others whenever it suits them over anything."
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[i]"So Irina?" [/i]
