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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/19/2016 1:51:24 AM
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[i]The man looked around in surprise as the woman slowly pushed herself to her feet, looking at the cowboy.[/i] "Wadaya want, JT?" [i]She said, having recognized the Marshal. The man looked at her, his distrust for her growing; if she knew somebody that had shot him, then she was most certainly not to be trusted.[/i]
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[i]"Both of you leave, now. Go home, stop causing shit in my city." JT was for whatever reason calm in how he spoke. He was acting like a budget vigilante, one who openly had his face shown to the public. And his L.I.M.B clinic was a block away, so he was also keeping his place in business by not scaring customers off. [/i]
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[i]Gritting her teeth, the woman debated spitting on JT, then turned tail and stormed off, still limping. The man looked at her with confusion, then shook his head, staring at his bullet wound.[/i] "Great," [i]He muttered, then went further into Dojoville, looking for a hospital. Unlike the woman, the man would like to get the bullet removed and not get an infection.[/i]
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[i]Seeing as the cowboy was pretty much the definition of buzzkill incarnate at this point in time, he figured it would be best to leave the two fighters and hope they don't try to murder each other as soon as he leaves. And so he holstered his weapon within his duster, grappled to the rooftops, and walked off. [/i]
