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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/19/2016 3:23:05 AM
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[i]Wolfe spun his head around rapidly. He had no idea who this individual was, and how the individual knew him, he wanted to know. Jackson Wolfe was young, just twenty-two, clean-shaven and without scars. Unlike most soldiers, he wore his hair longer, covering his ears, as he had always done since he was young. It was a dirty blonde, wavy, and like Jackson, it looked to currently be a product of little sleep. His eyes were a greyish-blue, and unlike his expression, they conveyed a world of hurt and a blend of fiery anger.[/i]
"How the hell do you know what happened?"
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Edited by SwarmIntellect: 12/19/2016 4:05:56 PMIt's a burden of mine......like I said, I'm not allowed to change it.....but I'm so sorry........ [u]i take another sip[/u] [b]i pull a small wrapped box out of my trench coat and place it on the bar beside you[/b]
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[i]Wolfe paid no attention to the box.[/i] "Why the hell are you looking into my past?" [i]He said, angrily.[/i]
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Edited by SwarmIntellect: 12/19/2016 4:15:30 PMBecause i was good friends with your father....whatever.....open it if you want, burn it if you don't.....but know it's from him..... [b]i finish my drink and walk out of the bar[/b]
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"Really, then? What was his name, his real name?" [i]Not only was Wolfe infuriated, he was immensely skeptical.[/i]
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[b]i stop[/b] He never told me, nor did I tell him my real name, we both thought it important should one of us get captured.....as had happened.....like I said burn it or open it, it's your gift after all...... [b]i walk out[/b]
