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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/29/2017 4:21:36 AM
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"Rose, Miss Rose.
Actually just Rose."
She grinned then, shifting in place a bit.
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[i]"What brings ya to this shithole, Rose?" [/i]
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"Just about anything. Honestly I don't even know. Fate I guess?"
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[i]"Right, fate brings you into a desert city during a sandstorm. -blam!- your luck," JT said with a sarcastic tone, as he approached Rose. "There's a bar not too far away, wanna get a drink until the storm blows over?" [/i]
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She shrugged. "I'm underage but -blam!- it, might as well. Lead the way, Dusterino."
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[i]"Shit how old are you?" [/i]
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"Nearly 20."
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[i]"Oh thank -blam!- I thought you were like seventeen or some shit like that." [/i]
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"I mean I could pass as that young. Maybe." She shrugged then, grinning under the bandanna.
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[i]"Th:' bartender won't give a shit regardless." [/i]
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"Then good, that's decided. Lead the way?" She gestured with an arm to do so then.
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[i]JT led her over to the tavern, walking through those flap door things and heading for the bar. He ordered himself a whiskey. [/i]
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[spoiler]"flap door things" 10 out of -blam!-ing 10[/spoiler] Rose walked in after him, sauntering into the place with a certain swagger that could only be compared to a gunslinger. The girl was cocky, confident, and she flaunted it. Sitting down at the bar next to him, she ordered rum.
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[i]JT took a few sips of his drink before turning to face Rose. "So, what's your story el bandito?" [/i]
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"My story? Rough childhood, too much pressure, broke down and ran away. Found some 'people', they took me in, been with them since. Yours, Marshal?"
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[i]"Grown in a tube, given to an experiment family, raised in a gang, girlfriend tried to kill me, ran away. -blam!-ed a lot of people, had too many kids to count and never fathered them, and I went to Cedyetica. From there to now, it's a blur." [/i]
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"We then Mr Midlife Crisis, that's quite a story." She chuckled then, taking a sip of her glass now.
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[i]"Nah, that was what... Twenty years ago now? I like t'think I got my shit somewhat together." [/i]
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"Heh, if you say so..." She grinned then, setting her glass down.
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[i]"What kinda shit do you do for fun around here?" [/i]
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"Well, lets see. Usually sitting around, pillaging, scavenging, the likes."
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[i]"Sounds fun, looter." [/i]
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"Its what I do, and I do it as good as I can." She shrugged then.
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[i]"Aye." [/i]
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She went silent for a bit, before having to ask. "Not much of a talker, are you?"
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[i]"Kid y'don't strike me as th' type that needs an old dude rambling in yer ear or flirtin' to high hell with ya. I got stories, but I ain't forcing none." [/i]
