originally posted in:The New Dojo
"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.