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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/14/2016 11:30:12 PM
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Entering the scene that was put down by Charlotte was Jack Treyman, a twenty seven year old man in a black sharp suit that hadn't had a tie with it and rather an unbuttoned top button, though somehow it seemed to work well on the redheaded man that approached Charlotte. He smiled a bit when he saw the stunning looking woman which was strange for the redheaded figure, who had been largely asexual for a majority of his adult life though JT promised that this woman would be more fun than trouble for him.
"Pardon me beautiful, would you be Charlotte by any chance?"
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Edited by Cthulhu Agent: 10/14/2016 11:38:39 PM[i]Charlotte didn't look at the man as she rolled her eyes and sighed. Her voice wasn't enthusiastic to say the least.[/i] "Yeah.... Are you Reyman?" [spoiler]Reyman on purpose.[/spoiler]
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"Treyman, you can call me Jack if you want though."
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[i]She stood up.[/i] "Yeah yeah, Zack. Lets..." [i]That's when she looked at the handsome man. Her jaw literally dropped and she had a stupid smile on her face. When she realized she had just been staring for several seconds her cheeks became red and she cleared her throat.[/i] "...go. Where are we going?"
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"Jack," he bluntly responded as he didn't even bother to sit down. He felt insulted so he knew it was a waste of time, and no matter how highly he thought of the woman in a bed according to JT, he had standards. So without another word he just walked past her, shaking his head slightly.
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[i]Charlotte put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.[/i] "Wait, I'm sorry. You're Jack Treyman. Which is a splendid name if I may say so. Come on, we're on a date, aren't we?"
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Jack allowed a small sigh to escape his lips. Normally he would just headbutt whoever touched him and keep walking, but that wasn't how you got ass, a date, or anything else in life. "Alright, so you want to go to this little bar I know of just up the road?"
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[i]Charlotte seemed relieved at hearing this.[/i] "Thank goodness, I thought we'd end up going to some stupid high and might restraunt." [i]She let out a cute giggle.[/i] "Show me the way, Mr. Treyman."
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"I'm an easy man. I like baseball, booze, sex, the fun shit, none of that classy restaurant stuff," Treyman honestly responded. He was a loose cannon meaning he really just did not give a care in the world when he didn't want to, and while work he took seriously, the rest of his life was just a fun little joyride. "So what do you do for fun?" He asked as he started walking.
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"Well..." [i]She pauses to think as her smile faulters.[/i] "...I don't really do anything other than work. It's just sex all the time I guess."
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"Well do you at least like work?" Treyman was a friendly man at the best of times so he asked just in case she wanted to stop that job.
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[i]If Treyman was observant he'd notice a flash of red in her eyes. She instantly became much happier and laughed. She seemed slightly too enthusiastic.[/i] "Sex as a job? Of course it's awesome! It's the best job ever!"
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"Bud I seen that glint in your eye, please don't lie to me. I'm alright with a lot of other shit just not that."
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[i]Her voice was completely honest, sounding as if she honestly loved her job more than anything.[/i] "Lying? I'm telling you that I love my job. My masters keep me safe and happy."
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"What the hell do you mean by masters? Please tell me you're about to break out into song with a 'Come crawling FASTER!' joke." Metallica jokes aside, Jack wasn't exactly one who enjoyed seeing slavery happen, and if it was to happen to Charlotte then it may put a hamper on things. He would still give her a shot mind you, as he wasn't that shallow, but it would linger in the back of his mind.
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[i]Charlotte laughed.[/i] "I'm not making a Metallica joke, I'm serious. My masters are awf-amazing! Couldn't be happier! Slavery isn't that bad."
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"Okay, -blam!-ing bring me to them. Perhaps being a slave wouldn't be so bad, they could use another." Oh how Treyman lied, and how he did it with such skill.
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[i]Charlotte looked at Jack with amusement.[/i] "You can't be a slave, darling! You're not like my siblings and I, but maybe you could meet them someday. They're very busy, so setting up a meeting might take a while. I can help you set one up some other time."
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"Alriiight..." Jack left, 'cause the writer ain't going through no more confusing shit to release Charlotte from slavery as asked.
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[i]Charlotte watched Jack start to leave, when she realized another person was leaving her she decided to act.[/i] "Well, maybe we could just walk up to them. I mean, I am their favorite."
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That was the sinker, the line and the hook all in one phrase. Jack grinned devilishly as he slowly turned back and walked to Charlotte, before he put either hand in the pocket of his suit. "When do we go?"
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[i]Charlotte seemed extremely conflicted with herself.[/i] "We can't just walk up to-now. We go now. No, we shouldn't. Yes?" [i]She shook her head.[/i] "How are we getting there? Teleport? No. Yes. Are you going like that or do you need to get ready?"
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"Trust me beautiful," said Jack with a creepily confident smile. He had a few tricks up his sleeve, both literally and not. "I'm ready."
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[i]In a flash of blue they both teleported to a new location. They were in an underground city that looked extremely wealthy and clean. The technology being used by the people for everyday life was equal to the classified military prototypes in other places. All of the buildings were mainly made of glass with a trim of solid white material to keep them together. Right in front of them was the most impressive building, it had large fountains in the front and it went all the way up to the ceiling of the underground city. There were dozens of people going in and out, some had militaristic clothing and others had on suits. Charlotte took a deep breath and smiled.[/i] "Home sweet home! I haven't been here for centuries!"
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"Centuries..." This shit was rivalling what the NTR could produce and so Treyman felt a rise of jealousy pang within him.
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[i]Charlotte started twirling and skipping around like a school girl.[/i] "Oh, how I love this level of the city, but of course many would disagree because this is considered the slums. Those snobs just don't understand."
