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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/30/2018 8:15:06 PM
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[b]Back to Basics
Dojoville, Sometime Around Noon[/b]
The hot sun beat down on his head, reflecting off his already light skin and turning Adrien into a living lamp from his brightness. His sunglasses managed to keep the sun out of his eyes well enough, though there was a thin crack in the top where his glasses and forehead failed to meet that sent rays into his blue eyes, causing him to squint slightly. A funny sight to any onlookers on the street, if one took humour in that sort of thing. Adrien looked down at the watch on his wrist, reading the time. About one in the afternoon, he still had some time before the bank closed for the evening. He made haste, maneuvering down the concrete sidewalk and into the glass door of the Dojoville Federal Bank.
Getting to the back of the line was quick, but waiting until it dwindled down to just a handful of people in front of him was agonizing, a painstakingly slow experience he wouldn't wish upon anybody. His hand moved into his jacket as he stood behind the last person in line, and he felt his bank card in his hands. Once the man in front moved out of the way with his cash, Adrien smiled to the banker on the other end. She looked fairly young for a banker, maybe twenty six, with flowing brown hair and an only slightly crooked smile on her dark-skinned face.
It took a few minutes to get it overwith, but Adrien had gotten the last of his money from the bank - Two hundred dollars or so, that was all he had. He shoved it in the pocket of his jeans with a sigh of annoyance. He knew his credentials weren't enough to get him into a high-paying job, especially having just moved to the city and all, but he needed to find work. When the opportunity arose, he'd look - Until then, he just kept on walking down the road, seeing the sights as he grew accustomed to his new city.
((Open. New character, gonna try to flesh him out more in RP.))
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The man would run into a strange sight, a 12ft robot with cannons for hands walked up to him and stared downwards with its blue eye. The giant tilted its head and raised a cannon, patting the man on his head roughly.
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[i]Adrien looked at him for a moment, watching the figure. Of all the things and people he had seen today, this was definitely the strangest - He didn't want to be rude, so he just said "Sorry" quickly after accidentally walking into him. [/i]
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"[i]Organic Specimen Detected.[/i]" A robotic voice said, the robot retracting its cannon hand from his head.
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[i]Adrien took off sprinting, heading through the streets and rounding the nearest corner. All he could think about was "Skynet, -blam!- me -blam!- me -blam!- me!"[/i]
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Edited by Stitch: 1/31/2018 12:27:06 AMHe heard loud metallic footsteps behind him as the robot slowly picked up speed and ran after him. "[i]Specimen On The Run.[/i]"
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[i]Loud and metallic usually meant extremely heavy, in Adrien's experiences. He ducked into an alley and found himself jumping up to a first floor windowsill, climbing in. He as now in what looked like a boxing gym, and was running to the stairwell in a bid to get to the upper floor. [/i]
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He'd lose sight of the robot, seemingly safe for now. After a few moments, he'd hear something outside however and the building shook.
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[i]Adrien jumped out of that same windowsill and continued to sprint. He jumped into the back of a taxi and had the driver speed off, slipping fifty dollars to him. [/i]
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With it being a city, he'd get stuck in traffic soon and begin to see the robot running up from behind and chasing the taxi.
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[i]Adrien got out of the taxi and jumped onto the back of a motorcycle, making him speed off between lanes of cars to escape the robot. "-blam!- off robot! I'm not dying today!" [/i]
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"[i]Why would you die, organism?![/i]" The robot slowly began to be left behind, unable to keep up.
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[i]"You have guns for hands and chased me!" [/i]
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"[i]You ran![/i]"
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[i]"You couldn't tell me what you wanted!? You said something about an organic life form and looked all imposing with the gun hand!"[/i]
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"[i]I have two cannons, not one.[/i]" The robot shrugged. "[i]I was just curious.[/i]"
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[i]"Oh bullshit, Skynet!" Was all he said, before the bike sped off. [/i]
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"[i]What's a Skynet?[/i]" The bot shrugged, walking off and asking everyone around.
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The usual in terms if Dojo was seen, people doing their daily business, armor and weaponry seen everywhere, a man in sixteenth century clothing passed by him. It wad all so weird yet ordinary in the city. One person caught his eye however, a woman with a deep shade of vibrant blue hair, a tattoo of three hexagons on her left cheekbone, her eyes a deep red color. She seemed a bit out of place, standing at roughly 7ft, her hair reaching down to her chin, slightly unkept. Her face was soft, a certain youth about it, making her young and stunning. A warm smile on her face that could melt the heart of the coldest people. She was laughing at the moment, sharing a good chuckle with a person waiting to cross the street, seemed she was going in the same direction. Her clothing was casual, a black hoodie, unzipped, with a simple shirt under it, the lettering hard to make out at the moment. She wore simple denim jeans, hugging her frame, flaunting her numble, curved physique. Her body seemed toned yet slender, athletic yet kept a certain femininity about it. The only thing that really added to the image was a strap seen under the jacket, it was hard to tell exactly what it was from his distance. The woman laughed again then, exchanging a few words once more, clearly telling a joke at the moment as the light prepared to change.
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[i]It wasn't the hair or the tattoo that made the woman stand out amongst all the other impeccable faces of Dojoville, rather it was her normalcy that made Adrien stare in awe. Her black hoodie and the shirt, which didn't scream in the same way that the medievalist moments ago had when walking by. It was a rare sight in the city, but one he figured he needed to appreciate. Adrien found himself barely able to keep from staring, so he compromised with himself - Sitting on a nearby bench across the road, he took out his phone and started to scroll through his feed, occasionally glancing up at the stranger in a sense of awe and attraction, mainly to her being so normal. [/i]
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The light changed then and she started walking in his direction. She had a longer stride, outpacing others but a good bit. Her walk was alluring, the way she would sway her hips dragged eyes, yet it was also brisk and formal, nearly military like.
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[i]A woman after his own heart, metaphorically speaking. Adrien cut her a glance that had been longer this time, savouring the strides. He wondered why he was acting like this - Stalkerish, it was strange - but he really was too far gone in to care much. [/i]
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She noticed him then, hard not too with how he was gawking like a seagull at her. She gave a short smile then, flashing perfect whites and a warm grin that felt too good to see go away. Then gave a short wave, a friendly onem
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[i]Adrien felt it was tough to maintain his composure, what with his strange actions getting him a smile and a wave - Hell, back home it would usually get him a slip of paper and a fine. He moved his hand up and waved back without realizing, awkwardly so at that. He wasn't good at this, to be sure. [/i]
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The woman strode past him then, a grin still on her face when her back was finally to him. She was getting away, the odd girl was a sight to behold at best.
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[i]Adrien managed to recompose himself for only the briefest of moments as she was getting away, but he knew that he needed to do something. Being a borderline stalker already worked once today, so he stood up and started to follow her. Since he was undoubtedly shorter than her and slower than her strides, he had to jog to keep up and follow behind her. [/i]
