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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
9/11/2016 12:36:20 PM
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[i]After a moment of thinking, Paint finally answers.[/i] "What I'm doing here's none of your business. Why I ran away, well, I was tired and wanted sleep. Why I tried to kill the cub, again, is none of your business." [i]She draws the cloak over her head once more, pulling up her mask, so only her eyes and forehead were seen. Grabbing the white orb from her left pocket, the garage door reappeared, opening up. Walking inside, she revved the motorcycle, which was now completely jet black, and had somehow appeared back inside the garage. Paint drove out slowly, and when she left the garage it closed and disappeared.[/i] "If that's all, I'll be off." [i]She said, a distant look in her dark gray eyes.[/i]
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[u][b]I-I think it is m-my business. And where a-are you going?[/b][/u]
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[i]Paint was silent for a full minute. Finally, she replied, her voice muffled by the mask.[/i] "... I'm not sure where I'm going," [i]She said, sighing as she watched the sun rise.[/i] "But I have a goal in mind."
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[u][b]What i-is it?[/b][/u]
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Edited by NOTAPUBLICALT: 9/11/2016 12:51:50 PM[i]Paint turned to look at Vorim, determination in her stormy, gunmetal gray eyes.[/i] "If somebody you knew were to murder somebody you loved in cold blood," [i]She began.[/i] "Would you not want them dead?"
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*He nods.*
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"I want somebody dead," [i]She sighed, turning away from Vorim.[/i] "If that person still lives, I can't rest." [i]Paint shrugged, smiling.[/i]
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[u][b]F-Fine. But don't k-kill babies. Whe you do k-kill them, the Dojo c-could use a-another member.[/b][/u] *He motions to a huge structure at the top of the mountain.*
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"... I'll join now," [i]She said, having no other place to go.[/i] "But won't be around much. That cool?"
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[u][b]O-Okay.[/b][/u]
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[i]Paint turned, revving the motorcycle, and sped off at three hundred miles per hour towards the dojo, the wind blowing her hood back and her hair and cloak billowing behind her.[/i]
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*Vorim watches as she approaches the stairs, getting ready to see her crash her motorcycle.*
