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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/11/2016 9:46:05 PM
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"Come on."
*He grabs her by the arm and starts dragging her with him on his way to the Dojo.*
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"I-okay, alright...." [i]She mutters, following Sketch towards the dojo. She looked around, taking in the scenery.[/i]
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* he moves up the stairs two at a time. He doesn't seem to get tired at all.*
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[i]Violet continues to follow, confused by the one-liner the writer typed up.[/i]
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[spoiler]It's a three-liner...[/spoiler] *Eventually they reach the top. He opens the gates to the Dojo and let's her go.*
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[i]Violet slowly walked in, looking it over. She didn't recognize it even a little. After looking around, she turned back to Sketch.[/i] "Uh... nice place," [i]She said.[/i] "What am I doing here?"
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Edited by Skatch142: 9/11/2016 10:00:11 PM"Getting your memories." *He pulls her over to his back and pushes her in. He follows, closing the door behind them. He pushes her into a pitch, back room and closes the door behind her. She can hear him speaking through some sort of intercom.* "Sit down, I'm going to start searching your memories."
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"Okay...." [i]She says skeptically, sitting down as she awaited. She didn't believe it would really do anything.[/i]
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*Her head tingled for a second but stopped.* "Yep, they're all here... Let's try when we first met." *Her vision goes white but stays like that.*
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"Nope, nothing," [i]She said, not knowing what to expect.[/i]
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"What?" *Her vision goes black again.* "How about this?" *Her vision goes white.*
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"Uh... should I be seeing something...?" [i]She asks, slightly amused now.[/i]
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"You should be talking to me! I can see it on the screen here!"
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"Nope," [i]She said, sighing.[/i] "Are you done?" [i]It was useless.[/i]
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"No... I can't be done..." *He continues playing memories playing different memories for an hour straight, they just appear as blank, whiteness.*
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"Hey, this is a lot of wasted time," [i]Violet says, sighing.[/i] "I'm not getting anything."
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"But-But, you have to!"
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"[i]But I'm not, alright!?[/i]" [i]Violet yells, no longer amused, rather a little pissed. She got up, staring at Sketch.[/i] "I don't know why this is goddamn important to you, but I don't remember a damn thing!"
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*Sketch heard her despite it being in another room.* "You were a friend! Y-You need to remember this p-place!"
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"No, I don't [i]need[/i] to remember anything," [i]She growled.[/i] "Let me out. Now." [i]Unconsciously, her prosthetic arm moved to grip the handle on her 7 foot long chainsaw.[/i]
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*The door opens.* "Aren't you curious? At all??? Please, let me try and help."
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"No. The past is the past." [i]Violet walks out of the door, searching for the exit.[/i]
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"The past is what makes us who we are."
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"Yeah, yeah...." [i]She mumbled, finding the exit and opening the door, about to leave the dojo.[/i]
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"P-Please don't go."
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"Why should I not?" [i]Violet asked, sighing. She was ready to get out of this place, as she felt as though it held nothing besides lost memories for her.[/i]
