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Edited by Wretched Cain:
9/7/2015 1:18:51 AM
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[b]Kyle walks up to the man. His footsteps shake the ground, and the black man towers over the stranger. His voice bellows, but at the same time, it's a little quiet.[/b]
"Excuse me, sir, I'm looking for Mr. Etana?"
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Edited by EvoTymes: 9/7/2015 1:21:45 AM[b]He looks up at him and takes his sunglasses off.[/b] "Well you found him." [b]He's tall has short black hair and is muscular. [/b]
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Edited by Wretched Cain: 9/7/2015 1:24:17 AM"O-Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I caught you on your break. Do you, uh... Do you want me to come back later?" [b]He's a little flustered about the whole incident.[/b]
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"Oh no no it's fine. I'm not on my break. I knew you were coming and I came out here to wait for you." [b]He holds out his hand.[/b] "I'm Etana Lutu."
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[b]He takes the man's hand and shakes it.[/b] "I'm Kyle. Thank you for taking the time to see me."
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"No problem. So your here for security?"
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"Yes sir."
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"What's your background like?"
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"Uh... Work? Personal?"
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"Both. We need to know for this kind of job. Sorry if I'm behind kind of pushy."
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"Nah, man, it's cool. Um... I don't have much, actually. Lived on a farm my whole life. That's pretty much it. Born an' raised. We grew what we ate, an' sold the rest. Came here after the family agreed to sell the farm."
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"What about now? What do you do now a days?"
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"Uh... That's why I'm here, sir." [b]He looks slightly embarrassed.[/b] "I don' got no work. Just came here with nothin' but the clothes on my back and a handful of Credits."
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"Well then I'm sure I can help with that. Can you fight?"
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"I can fight just fine, sir. I punched through solid concrete once." [b]He winces, as if cringing from something.[/b] "Course, I did break my entire hand... But still! Concrete!"
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"Whoa. How are you in combat?" [spoiler]What class are you?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Golem.[/spoiler] "I can hold my own in a pickle."
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"Good good. Follow me." [b]Can you give me a current description of him?[/b]
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[spoiler]Big, big black man. About 7'2". Very sturdily built. Puffy lips, shaven head, lumberjack beard— like a high and tight on his face. Hairy limbs, due to the ape genes.[/spoiler] [b]He follows close behind.[/b]
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"So do you really want this job?" [b]We step into an office.[/b]
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"Absolutely, sir. Only good at hard labor, and this is the only hard labor up for grabs in the city."
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Edited by EvoTymes: 9/7/2015 4:29:47 AM"Well then, let's get you started." [b]He hands you a platinum box. Inside is a black Blazer, black pants, black sports shirt, black dress shoes, a belt, and black glasses.[/b] "Standard uniform, the black so that you don't have any blood stains.....Neo-Centra likes to keep it classy and clean here" Marcus, Chief of security says. "Blazers are bulletproof- anything 5.56 or lower ain't getting through...but try not to get hit" he says with warning. "Shoes are outfitted with built in knives, in case the fight gets up close and personal". "As for guns, Neo Centra has a strict policy....keep it concealed and hidden, don't let the Synths catch you with them out here"
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[b]He takes the box, nodding in agreement. As he's about to say something, he stops, and his eyes widen.[/b] "Don't let the Synths... Wait a minute, is this legal?!?! I got this job out of a newspaper!!"
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"Yes it's legal, just don't go running about and twirling it around in the air."
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Edited by Wretched Cain: 9/7/2015 4:42:26 AM[b]He raises an eyebrow.[/b] "Okay then..." [b]He tries on the blazer, barely fitting his thick arms through the sleeves. Buttoning up the middle proves impossible, the only one that does popping off the moment Kyle lets go of it.[/b] "Ahh... Got this in an extra large?"
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"I'll be right back." [b]He walks out and returns with his size.[/b]
