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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/2/2016 3:10:38 AM
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[i]A man walked into the dojo's sparring room and set it to look like a stereotypical office. His name was Charlie. He's a handsome psychiatrist who has come to evaluate the mental state of the Dojo. All dojo members are required to meet him for his collection of data.[/i]
[spoiler]Open to everyone! And no this isn't actually required, but you'll be missing out if you don't reply.[/spoiler]
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"Why do you cover such a wonderful face? Don't you think it would be nice to show it off?"
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[b]Her single eye narrows, and you can assume the other one did as well. [/b] Is that a required question?
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"Well..." [i]He looks down at his papers for a few seconds.[/i] "Holy sh*t, that's actually..... Yeah it is apparently."
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[b]A sigh escaped her coveted mouth, and she spoke again. [/b] I landed face down. [b]One can only guess what that meant. Obviously a fall of some sort, from a relatively high place. [/b] And I never looked the same.
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"I have a feeling you don't mean a literal fall, do you?"
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In an attempt to escape the harsh reality I lived in, I threw myself off a building. But nothing can have a happy ending, can it?
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[i]Charlie's mood lightened slightly and he gave of a small smile.[/i] "Of course it can. You just have to look hard enough for it."
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Indeed. I will find the person who took my life away, and crush his severed head under my boot. [b]No trace of humor in her sentence, perhaps you should switch topics? Or explore further at the risk of your well being. [/b]
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"There you go!...Wait, no, that's not what I'm suppose to say. Uhh, who is this man? That you want to kill?"
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Is that a required question? [b]Her boot twitched, as if she was imagining the moment of triumph. [/b]
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"You know what? Of f*cking course it is! This f*cking test is! Everying is mandatory god damnit! If people would stop asking that stupid *ss question...." [i]Charlie clears his throat.[/i] "Yes. Please answer the question."
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(The figure walks in)
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[b]A small woman sat out in the waiting room, her bright eyes focused on the origami frog she was making.[/b] [b]She was dressed in a brightly colored, if not ragged dress and hood, with ears pointing off the sides. A floral scarf wrapped around her neck. Among it all she was wrapped head to toe in white cloth, hiding her body completely. Her beautiful eyes peered out calmly at the surroundings, her rare form of heterochromia her most striking feature, one eye a passionate crimson, the other a wondrous azure.[/b] [b]As she sat, a small bundle of fur twitched in her lap... Her pet... Owl griffen. The strange creature was fast asleep. The pair had no clue why they were there, nor did they really care. Everything led to adventure... And the woman was ready for anything.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/xgwxsvj.jpg[/spoiler]
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"Hello, my name is Charlie. What's your name?"
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[b]The girl says nothing, her dead silence off putting and endearing at the same time... Instead, she makes a few motions with her hands, in an attempt to see if he knows sign language.[/b]
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[i]He understands the signs.[/i]
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[i]My name is Lana.[/i] [b]She signs, the only noise she makes coming from the wrappings folding or moving slightly as she made her signs.[/b]
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"Nice to meet you, Lana. Is this a friend of yours?" [i]He points at the griffon owl thing.[/i] "What's its name?"
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[i]Alphonse.[/i] [b]She responds, gently rubbing the creatures head, causing it to roll over and stretch.[/b]
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[i]Charlie smiles.[/i] "Alphonse is adorable, but we should get started. May I ask why you wear clothing that covers your whole body?"
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[i]Its a secret.[/i] [b]She remarks, a smile forming under her cloth mask, barely visible.[/b]
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"The point of this test is that you tell the truth and give a clear answer. I'm sorry, but please tell me the reason why."
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[b]Lana hadn't told anyone why she wore the bandages in years... She wasn't going to start now. She simply shake her head, confirming that she wouldn't answer that question.[/b]
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"Okay, then can you tell me when you started wearing them?"
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[i]About nineteen years ago.[/i]
