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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/6/2017 4:12:04 AM
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"You sound like my f*cking father...."
Traci shook her head and plopped down on the ground with a groan.
"Ugh! Suck my nonexistint willy, why don'tcha? Acting like I can't take care of myself or make decisions...."
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"You have ze mental capability of a child. You cannot take care od yourselv. Ah! I know somezing ve can do instead of vight! And trust me on one zing, I'm probably least qualified to tell you vat to do. I vas doing cocaine at age vivteen."
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"What can we do instead of fight? Get f*cking icecream like I'm a toddler? No thanks....I'm just going to lie here and cry, I think." Traci sighed, curling up and closing her eyes.
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[b]The Huntress takes a deep sigh. She came to beat the hell out of some people, but she was stuck with someone who was acting like a goddamned ten year old that knew profanity. She went over to Traci, sitting down next to her.[/b] "Zat's not vat I vas going to suggest. I vas going to suggest zat be get you a longer skirt so someone doesn't get an eyeful if you move too vast."
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"F*ck off....I like exposing my skin. Not because I like being eye candy, but because it feels free. I like feeling the wind on my bare skin. Also, I don't want it getting in the way when killing people." Traci sighed again.
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"You are... Very, very rude. Didn't anyone ever bozer to teach you some manners?" [b]The Huntress suddenly gets a worried look in her eyes. She didn't want to see a young girl do the things she did.[/b] "Are you okay?"
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"My parents? Teach me manners? Nope. Learned how to fire a gun though and went on suicide missions, that count? Nah! You know what?! I'm fine! F*cking perfect! I'm not a f*cking slave to some f*cking jack*ss that thinks he's god and forces me to kill millions of people! I didn't just recently see my mother f*cking tortured in several ways right in front of my eyes as I cried out, wishing I could do anything to help her...." Traci began to cry into her hands, rolling on the ground. "It's all my fault..."
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[b]The Huntress sighs. Another kid with a tragic backstory she was supposed to feel bad about. Normally she would, but she was honestly numb at this point. She had no clue to where she could even begin to start caring. Nevertheless, she bends down, giving Traci a gentle hug.[/b] "Shh... Just take a second and let vatever out, okay? I'm a stranger, best person to tell things. You may never even see me again."
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"I-I'm okay....I just.....I should see my grandfather, shouldn't I? There's no way you care, you're a murderous psychopath just like how I am half the time." Traci sat up and sniffled, hugging back a little. "I'm not looking for sympathy. Thanks, whoever you are. For kinda sorta trying to help or something, I guess."
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"Kid, I'm not going to lie to you and say zat I care. I really don't. I've been zrough zis so many times I'm just desensitized. Sorry, but I don't think I could care if I tried. But yes, you should see your grandfather, I guess."
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"Yeah...you sure you don't want to spar? I won't summon a block of lead and drop it on your head or anything and cheat." Traci looked pleadingly up at Huntress.
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"I am not hurting a child. Under any circumstance. Maybe gen you don't have the mind of a six year old."
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Traci sighed as she stood up and nodded. "Okay, fine. I'll mature a little before coming back to fight you....Weird how this ended up with me wanting to go see Grant, isn't it? Huh..." Traci turned around and began to walk away.
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"I vill assume zat Grant is your grandfazer. But yeah, just come back ven you are older and I vill vight you. See you later, I guess."
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"Yeah...bye." Traci left. [spoiler]End. That was boring.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]At least she's going to see Grant now lol.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I guess. We should do that after you get outta schoolz.[/spoiler]
