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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/26/2017 3:35:29 AM
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JT simply chuckled, slowly walking after her and managing to catch up fairly easily due to her injuries. From there he would walk beside her and crouch down, driving a fist into the back of her left leg to knock her over before he stood.
"Not that easy."
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"Alright then, I better be on my way," she sighed.
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"You say that like you'd rather stay here, kiddo."
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"Why?" She destested. Dusk wanted to leave. She had no need to be in the house. She got desperate. She did something risky. She did a poor quality job compared to her other tasks. She got caught. Whoop-dee f**king doo.
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"That sigh usually means somethin' along those lines, is all." [spoiler]Don't go yelling at me, I left this entire thing up to you. Notice how I didn't shoot? How I didn't arrest your character? I've left all the decisions in your hands and you got to this point. This could have went a lot differently - From JT killing or arresting Dusk to even training her in how to be decent at her job, if she wanted, or even JT becoming a powerful ally. Don't go bitching for your -blam!- ups. [/spoiler]
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"I don't understand, what you want with me. So you either tell me, or let me leave." [spoiler]Dude. I'm not mad. She is.[/spoiler]
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"I told you that you can leave if you want." [spoiler]Kk[/spoiler]
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"Oh, you did? Do you have an indirect, back door?" She asked.
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"Who doesn't? More importantly, who would I show it to anyone if I'm keepin' it for myself?"
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"Well then, do you have a different back door?" She asked. She stood up, her bow forming in her hands.
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[i]"I have a window, a grappling hook and a bit of creativity with getting 'round rooftops. Anywhere specific you need to go?" JT asked while he holstered the revolver in his hand. He stepped over to a large window by the kitchen, opening it to reveal a rooftop that was only a few feet below the windowsill and across a seven foot wide alleyway. Easily crossable by a well timed jump, though the grappling hook was for crossing streets. [/i]
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"I got it. Lush? Helmet?" She asked. A helmet that had a visor. She pulled up the hood of her cloak. She climbed out the window, and jumped once. Then again, in midair, followed by a third jump that ensured that she crossed the gap.
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((End?))
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[spoiler]Yep[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]gud[/spoiler]
