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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/2/2016 5:42:32 AM
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A 200cm tall man had entered the room, his snow white hair tied into a somewhat short ponytail and his chin lacked a beard to reveal his strong jawline. His stark blue eyes scanned around the room and he sniffed his slightly crooked nose.
He wore a beige coat and a white shirt underneath along with grey pants. His hands were covered up by brown leather gloves and he wore a checkered black and red bandana around his neck, firmly tied around it.
"You called?"
Said the gruff voice from the man, not really eager for anything. He more or less looked like he had been through a lot within his life.
English
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"Hello, my name is Charlie. If you sit down we can begin the test, Mr. uhh....I can't seem to find your file. What your name?"
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"Sakuret Ceiko." He responded as he went to take a seat in a chair. "I assume you are a therapist, right?" Sakuret said, he needed some problems fixed for him. Mostly the countless atrocities against mankind within the past he had committed.
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"I'm not a certif...yeah I'm a therapist. What do you need to talk about?" [i]Charlie tosses papers to the side and lays back in his chair, staring at Sakuret.[/i]
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"Where to even start...My life is in shambles, I've killed too many men to even fücking count, I served a pissed off God for a few years, I have lost 3 wives....I'm basically a mess. I can at least admit that." He explained, wringing his hands.
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"Did you have any kids with those wives?"
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Edited by Thot Slayer Emps: 10/2/2016 8:24:21 AM"No. Actually I don't know why I'm even here, I'm going to take my leave. I have much more important things." Sakuret said, getting up from his seat. "You won't be needing me I think." With that Sakuret left the door and two more people came in. This time they were on the papers. Ling Defaln and Chloanne Defaln, brother and sister. Ling is around 37 and Chloanne 29. They were both of Chinese descent, Ling having neck length hair and Chloanne having hers reaching down to her shoulder blades. Ling wore a simple pitch shirt and cargo pants, being rather lithe and Chloanne wore a red silk dress reaching down to her ankles, it hugged somewhat tightly and showed off her curvy physique and her assets (pun not intended.).
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[i]Charlie looked at Chloanne with interest and spoke with a voice that could make any women swoon.[/i] "Hello, my name is Charlie. If you could both sit down we can begin."
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Chloanne and Ling took a seat, though Chloanne was slightly blushing. "[i]So, can you explain why you wanted us here today?[/i]" The older of the two, Ling said while leaning back into his chair. Chloanne however did not lean back at all, she felt more embarrassed than anything.
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"Yes, Mr Ling, I can. You're here to take a test that evaluates your mental state. Now, I should only do this with one person at a time and I think I'd like to start with your lovely sister." [i]Charlie gives a charismatic grin to Chloanne.[/i]
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"[i]Fine, but if you even touch her I will cut your..'tool' off.[/i]" Ling threatened with some vulgarity. It was more or less obvious what he was referencing. Chloanne wasn't fazed by the threat, in fact she just sighed and got up. She was used to him threatening other males all the time, she felt as if Ling was somewhat overprotective.
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[i]When Ling has left the room Charlie starts to speak to Chloanne in the swoon worthy voice once again.[/i] "With him gone we can begin."
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"Begin what?" Chloanne said, looking at Charlie rather curiously.
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[i]Charlie's voice became extra seductive.[/i] "The test of course."
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"Oh?" She said, slowly reaching into her dress for something...
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"Could you not reach for a sharp object to stab me with? That would be appreciated."
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"Don't worry, I'm not." She said honestly, still trying and somewhat struggling to reach it. "Actually. Can you help me get it out? It seems I cannot reach it."
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[i]Charlie gets out of his seat and approaches her. He kneels in front of her.[/i] "What is it you're reaching for?"
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"A tonic. I'm supposed to take one every 12 hours. I believe it is on my back but I cannot seem to reach it." She said, still feeling around her dress.
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[i]Charlie shoves his hand up the bottom of her dress and glances over her women hood before he reaches behind her.[/i]
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Chloanne, using her fist struck behind her. Intending to at most break the mans nose she walked a few feet away from the man, dusting herself off. "You DID say not to stab you." She said, being a smartass with a smirk on her face. "Now then, mind telling me what you're trying to do exactly? Be honest this time."
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A second Charlie appears behind her, but his eyes are red. When he speaks his voice fills Chloanne with increased lust with ever word. "Aren't our intentions clear? We wish to pleasure you in ways you've never felt before."
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Ling had kicked the door open, holding a Bolt Pistol in hand aimed at Charlie. "[i]Fück. Off.[/i]" Ling said, firing a round towards his leg. The 75. Round more or less would tear off a limb if Charlie did not escape. Ling quickly grabbed his Sisters arm and started to run off. Chloanne was mostly confused at this point, she didn't know what to do. [spoiler]End, cuz I'm a bitch. FYI, just to be nice let's just say Ling Missed.[/spoiler]
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[i]The round bounced off his suit and started ricocheting around the room.[/i] "Well, that sucks."
