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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/10/2017 8:48:18 PM
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"I don't care. I don't have a family, remember?"
She said harshly
"He has to pay. And his family won't get the body back either. The people caring for me then didn't get mine back."
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Quincy's ear twitched as he pushed his feelings back down into his mental basement, a deep breathe leaving his mouth as he sighed. He wasn't going to have a breakdown the first day he decides to walk around in broad daylight. Alpha then suddenly finds a rolled up sock stuffed in her mouth, keeping her from saying anything else. "Please, lets just change the subject.." said Q as he tensed, shivering for a moment.
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Then Q would find a literal flaming fist hit him in the head, and the sock would be thrown onto his face "Don't do that." She said angrily
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The fist passed through empty space, Quincy currently out of sight. "You know, its rude to try to hit your elders." he grumbled, hanging from a chandelier that was conveniently placed in the room.
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She disappeared in a puff of smoke, and Q would feel a massive force hit the back of his head "I'M WAY OLDER THAN YOU DAMNIT"
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He smacked into the ground face first, an audible crunch echoing out in the hall as his face broke, more or less. Groaning and and rolling to the side, he jabbed a stimpack into his neck, writhing as he felt his bones knit back together slowly.
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"Now what the hell do you want to talk about?" Alpha said, fuming. She had certainly developed a short fuse
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He looked up at her, his nose still bent to the left, blood streaming down his face from where bones used to jar out. A wince racked his features his nose snapped back into place. "Nothing, not anymore." he said as he stood, brushing himself off. His steps were silent as he walked away down the hall, quiet as a mouse.
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The sounds of Alpha punching the wall were audlible, even as the crunch of bone breaking followed. Another friend turned enemy. Great.
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A single stimpack slid to her on a strip of white cloth from far down the hall. Aside from that small gesture, there was no other sign of Quincy ever being there besides the pool of blood from where he fell.
