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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/18/2016 3:56:05 PM
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"You asked me if I'd ever lost one. Jackson's still alive."
[i] She says, sipping the drink. It smelled like Cranberries and alcohol, vodka. [/i]
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You didn't think he was going to be, from what Wilson told me. [i]A smirk crossed his lips.[/i] The point still stands, when you watch someone you care about, friend, family, anything of that nature, get injured or killed, you want what your mind perceives as justice. You want blood, correct? We take it upon ourselves when those close to us are hurt, do we not?
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[i] She nodded, even though until Jackson, she'd never wanted to kill someone on behalf someone else else. She'd only killed for herself and money, her whole life.[/i]
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I assume this is a fairly new experience for you, love? [i]He asked, the smirk still on his lips.[/i] I know about Kyr and Angel City. I know about your past. But that's not what you're here to discuss now is it? [i]He remarked, draining his glass and pushing it towards the bar.[/i]
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"No, memory lane isn't exactly a road im fond of traveling." [i]She mutters, taking another sip of her drink.[/i] "But I am here to discuss Angel City. I'm going there for a few days and wanted to take Jackson. Cut loose and have some fun for once." [i]She says. She had no idea if Crow knew about the last time she'd gone to Angel City..[/i]
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Let's be honest, kid, he'd have picked you over me any day. [i]He said flatly.[/i] Regardless of my permission, he would have gone anyway.
