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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/17/2016 11:58:27 AM
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"...Holy...uh..crap. Holy crap!"
[i]A fairly young, light feminine voice piped up after the ship had crashed landed into the ground, that voice belonging to a rather loving, absurdly nice, and dreadfully foolish being.
The five foot five foot tall, seventeen year old girl sprinted out of the Dojo, her slight tanned right hand latched onto the handle of a First Aid kit. Her body wasn't fat, but wasn't skinny either, while she bore a pure white fabric t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts to go along with it.
The girl's face was angular, with high yet shallow cheekbones, a small nose and small ears, and unrealistically bright blue eyes. Her curly hair was a deep purple, clearly dyed a while back..[/i]
[i]The girl made her way as fast as she could to the ship, a look of worry on her face.[/i] "Excuse me?! Sir? Ma'am? Are you still alive?!"
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[i] A groan responded from inside, one clearly that was young and male. It wasn't necessarily of pain, but more like exasperation and "I'm tired of this shit." [/i] "Yeah.. I'm alive. Unless this is a really shitty afterlife." [i] The voice called, screeching of metal heard as he tried to get himself out.[/i]
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"...Why are you cussing? That word's a bad word.." [i]The girl's face had a disappointed look upon it, evident by the frown that crossed it after the man had sworn. Although she was reaching the age of adulthood, she seemed awfully childish, as if she was still a young teen.[/i] "Here, I'll help you. I have a First Aid kit, too! I don't know how to use it, but..I can try!" [i]She began to try and open up the cockpit of the crashed ship through any means necessary (though bring violent and punching through the window or something of the sort was not one.), as she cared for whoever was within it.[/i]
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[i] With a grunt, a crash of metal resounds within, and a pair of hands peek over a side of the sheared off ship, quickly followed by a person pulling themselves up and over.[/i] "This is gym class all over again." [i] He mumbles in annoyance once he freed himself, landing on the grass in a not so graceful stumble. He straightens himself, grinning at the girl with a wave. The man was young, maybe only eighteen with messy dark red hair and a spattering of freckles on his face. Emerald green eyes with gold flecks littered the irises, unusual eyes for sure. He wore a black tank top and skinny black jeans, with a green bandana tied around his right arm. A lean body that had a little muscle on it and was only about 5'8", with grease marks dotting his cheeks and arms, especially his hands. Definitely a mechanic. [/i]
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[i]The young girl only waved back, jogging over happily towards the young man that had exited the decimated ship. She stopped when she was about two feet away, her shining bright blue eyes staring up at him, as a wide grin widened over her young face.[/i] "Hi! You look okay, and that's good! I'm Elizabeth, but you can call me Ella! What's your name?" [i]She held out a thin hand as of wanting him to shake it, the wild look still on her face. She seemed nice. Almost too nice..[/i]
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[i] He raised an eyebrow at the girl, ending up smiling and showing perfect white teeth. He sticks out a hand, realizing it was covered in grease, and offers her a fist bump instead.[/i] "I'm Ian. How's it going Ella?"
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Edited by Orn: 10/18/2016 2:53:16 AM[i]Ella was fine with a fist bump too, evident by her hand changing into a fist and weakly slamming into Ian's knuckles, her hand rearing back as Ella opened it up, waving it away as a slight "Boom!" escaped her mouth. She was fine with a lot of things, except for gore and the likes.[/i] "It's good to meet you, Ian! I'm doing well, thank you. We should probably fix your ship! Unless you want to stay here. It's okay if you do, of course!"
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[i] He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly as he surveyed the wreckage. That, was going nowhere.[/i] "It's not my ship, so no big deal. Where exactly is here though..?" [i] He questioned.[/i]
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"Oh. I..get it? Yeah, I guess. This is Tatakai..Or Tatakia? I think it was the first. And this.." [i]Ella turned her back to Ian, before staring upon the walls of the Dojo, her eyes widening a little as her voice also magnified.[/i] "...Is the Dojo!!" [i]She yelled excitingly, as if trying to..excite him? It seemed rather cute, as she proceeded to signal towards the Dojo with hand motions wildly as she yelled.[/i]
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[i] He chuckled at her exaggerated behavior, nodding along in thought.[/i] "Ok. I've got names..now what is the Dojo?" [i] He asked gently, considering she'd left that information out. Names didn't do him much good. [/i]
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"The Dojo is..um.. Well, it's a place for people to..well, from all I've seen, kill or hurt each other very badly..I don't really like violence, if you couldn't tell.." [i]Ella's mood changed rather drastically, her voice lowering as she spoke of what she had seen at the Dojo. Violence, violence, guns, and just more violence. She didn't like it too much..[/i]
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[i] He ran a hand through his hair while looking over the complex and the area around him.[/i] "Uh huh..Well, I appreciate the info." [i] He said with a grin before giving her a wave and abruptly turning on his heel and walking towards the gates. [/i]
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"O-Okay. I'll see you around, Ian!" [i]The girl's voice went back to being jolly and kind - probably because Ian derived her attention from the violence within the walls of the Dojo. She began to stroll off to wherever she was going that day, lightly humming a catchy song she had heard on the radio as she went along her way.[/i] (Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd fin.)
