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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/13/2016 11:30:48 PM
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[i]Detective Bowel walked into the courtyard several minutes later, smoking a pipe, fumes obscuring his face. As he approached JT, Bowel threw the pipe aside, breathing out smoke. His hair was gray and his skin wrinkled, his eyes deep shade of brown. His mustache was thick and bushy, yet gray. He appeared to be in his mid-forties. Smiling at the cowboy, Bowel spoke in a deep, raspy voice.[/i]
"JT! Yah came! Ah've heard so much about cha, all good things." [i]Bowel extended a hand, his brown eyes meeting JT's cyan ones.[/i]
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"No problem, uhh... Come to think of it, I never got your name?" It was funny, JT only knew her as Theta after one conversation with Jerven, and he needed to get that confirmed.
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"Theta Brown," [i]She answered, smiling slightly.[/i] "And you?" [i]The writer could think of no more what to write, but to avoid a one-liner, typed up random words.[/i]
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"John Truman, most call me JT." Of all the people to ask his name and not just assume it was his alias due to the Lieutenant status he had, Theta was the first to know his adopted name. His actual name was the serial number JT890M, though John Truman was what he was given when adopted into the Truman family after birth, for a cruel experiment on how well he could adjust.
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"Okay, John, would you be more comfortable with 'JT' or your first name?" [i]Theta asked, leaning her back against the door to her apartment, twirling her keys around her right index finger, her posture showing that she had time, and didn't mind carrying on a conversation.[/i]
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"Either works by me. Use John I guess, unless it's for work purposes, then I go by JT." JT used that alias for most things in all actuality, as it used to be a name that managed to put fear into the hearts of any nation that he was hired to go against, though now the pair of letters were nothing more than a nickname he coined.
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"Alright, John," [i]Theta said, smiling at the cowboy.[/i] "Anyways.... I'll see you tomorrow morning." [i]She unlocked the apartment door, revealing the stairs up to her completely trashed room.[/i]
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"Alrighty. Swing by whenever, later." And with that JT walked back to his car, and drove away from the house. He had some business back at the Clinic to take care of and a few people to upgrade to Windows 10's better model, and so he needed to hurry. ((End))
