originally posted in:The New Dojo
"It's defenitly better than my home. Many different kinds of people, and no one seems care."
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[i]"What's your home like?" [/i]
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"Hot. Very hot." [b][i]She says jokingly.[/i][/b] "Though in reality, the rich act like they can do whatever they want, then again they kind of can, and the rest of us have to deal with it."
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[i]"Why not revolt?" [/i]
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"Let's just say that's what kind of got my kind treated so badly to begin with."
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[i]"Your kind?" [/i]
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"People who are less fortunate. Who aren't born with a silver tooth." [b][i]She says, as she took another sip[/i][/b]
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[i]"I feel you. Just gotta trudge through life, them folk." [/i]
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"One of the reasons I'm glad I'm gone. People will actually lend you a hand and not attack you for being poor."
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[i]"Depends where you go, this place can be bad too." [/i]
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"True, but not hit you with a whip simply because you're there and poor bad."
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[i]"Depends on the neighborhood." [/i]
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"Well, then I hope I don't find they neighbourhood."
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[i]"Yeah, the closer you are to the Dojo, the better off you are." [/i]
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"I'll stick close than. I'd hate to have to hurt someone."
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[i]"You'll have to regardless, most people here end up fighting one say or another." [/i]
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"That'll be different though. That's because it's sparring or some shit."
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[i]"Fair, fair." [/i]
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"Just, don't want to fight anyone I don't have to. I've had to do it enough."
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[i]"Fought a lot before, then?" [/i]
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"Not because I wanted too, but yeah." [b][i]She said, scratching at the black band around her neck as she did[/i][/b]
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[i]"I shouldn't pry much... Want another drink?" [/i]
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"Sure." [b][i]She said, smiling a bit as she waved the waiter over[/i][/b]
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[i]"What'll it be?" The bartender inquired, holding an empty cup. [/i]
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"Whatever the last one was." [b][i]She said laughing a bit, turning the label of the bottle towards him[/i][/b]
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[i]The bartender brought her over another Stella Artois, and JT got one as well. "So, what's your old home like?" [/i]