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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/21/2016 8:40:40 PM
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[u]Too crazy for heaven[/u]
During midday with the holiday season at full swing, a sound of a rough running motorcycle could be heard approaching the Dojo. Eventually the sound sputters out and someone presumably female is heard on the other side.
"Holy s#$t it made it. That two wheeled peice of cr#p managed to get me all the way here. Hey anyone at the door."
She then grabs a sharpie and writes "FREE" on the side of the motorcycle and takes the mask off the handlebars.
[spoiler]open. Intro to Jackie[/spoiler]
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[b]Someone walked out of the dojo at her arrival. It was Matthew Sandello, the local crime lord. He wore a nice, purple and black suit with his somewhat gray hair combed neatly. On his right was a large, intimidating body guard, protecting him.[/b] "Hello and welcome to the dojo... who are you?"
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 12/22/2016 6:03:29 AM"Jackie, Jacko, either work. Probably the least angelic angel available up there. I'm pretty sure I'm wanted in a few places for well... OK let's not get into that. So your like... the godfather or something?"
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[b]Sandello laughed.[/b] "Something like that. But I think you'll fit right in here... and if you need any work, come see me, as long you don't get into trouble while working."
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"Alright, I probably won't mind a bit of extra change. Just as long as I'm not p_ssing off this village since it gets pretty annoying hoping town to town" She then looks back over at her practically destroyed motorcycle as the seat flops onto the ground. "Uhh... does your friend over there happen to enjoy projects? It still runs, sometimes on its own"
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"I think we're fine without it... we could always take it apart though, make use of the scrap."
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"Ehh, your choice. Maybe there's something with a seat that stays on in the junk yard... the frame on this one is so cool though... Pfft I can always make another." She eventually realizes she's been rambling and looks back over at the man at the gate. "Ah my bad, I got a little caught up in thought. Anyways anywhere in particular you guys have set up for uhhh... 'business meetings'?"
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Quincy was napping in a hammock between two pine trees just to the left.
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She snickers a little before sending a small ball of light floating over to the tree. Next thing you know a sudden bright flash explodes from the orb while she pretends not to have seen anything.
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He snaps awake, jumping and falling out of the hammock. "Gyah!"
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She smirks for a second before attempting to look concerned. "Hey you alright over there?"
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He had flopped onto his back and he held a thumbs up in the air. "Im fine. Happens all the time.."
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She nearly laughs cackling with her hand over he mouth. Once she settles down she heads over to makes sure she didn't overdo it. "Sooo... what are the wild chances you want a not so new motorcycle?" She pats it and the seat falls off along with a tire popping and the engine randomly sputtering back on.
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"I'm not allowed to drive motor vehicles." he said frankly.
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"Well suit yourself." The engine backfires and sputters out. She then pulls out a ghost chili and gnaws on it. "So, interesting place, uhh... Dojoville...? Sounds like some sort of phone game"
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"This is actually the Dojo. Dojoville is over there." he says as he stands to point in the direction of Dojoville.
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"Ohhhh ok, I gotcha, so this isn't some big building for some rich guy compensating for something. Sorry, sorry. Names Jackie, or Jacko. Works either way."
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"Im Quincy, its nice to meet you." he says as he sticks a hand-paw out to shake.
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"Pleasure. So guessing there is some kind of spare parts shop? Maybe a tire or two? Pfft maybe I should just replace this stupid thing. Guess I'll run around the village and see what's up oh and" As she finishes talking a small orb of light and it pops spelling "Sorry" As she runs off with her run down bike.
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"Well ok. Bye!" He waves. ((end?))
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A motorcycle rim is seen flying through the air. "That's it, wheelies till I face plant!" Can be heard being yelled off in the distance followed by loud revving. [spoiler]yup end[/spoiler]
