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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2017 11:36:05 PM
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[i][b]As luck would have it, the door of the bar would open soon as a female would enter. She clearly wasn't a regular, as she looked around the bar before entering. She seemed to be a civilian, he clothes denoting it. Red short sleeve t-shirt, looser dark blue jeans, and black shoes covered her. Her arms were covered by a tight black covering, revealing only her fingers as she walked over to the bar. She seemed somewhat muscular, standing only at 5'9", much shorter than several members of the Dojo. Her hair was cut short, though on her it looked good. She was attractive by her own planets standards, her traits feminine though not weak. She took a seat st the bar, though she seemed a little shy, as she glanced at all the different patrons. Hey eyes would quickly glance over at JT, her eyes being somewhat serpent like, before daring off of him[/b][/i]
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[i]"Fought a lot before, then?" [/i]
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"Not because I wanted too, but yeah." [b][i]She said, scratching at the black band around her neck as she did[/i][/b]
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[i]"I shouldn't pry much... Want another drink?" [/i]
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"Sure." [b][i]She said, smiling a bit as she waved the waiter over[/i][/b]
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[i]"What'll it be?" The bartender inquired, holding an empty cup. [/i]
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"Whatever the last one was." [b][i]She said laughing a bit, turning the label of the bottle towards him[/i][/b]
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[i]The bartender brought her over another Stella Artois, and JT got one as well. "So, what's your old home like?" [/i]
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"It was small, quite a few of us living in one space. Everyone had their own little section. We just did what were told."
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[i]"Were you a communist?" [/i]
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Edited by Lordbakon: 10/31/2017 2:51:38 AM"No. Basically an Aristocracy on my planet. They owned us, they could do whatever they pleased. And so naturally that took some of us to do their bidding."
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[i]"So slavery?" [/i]
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"Yep. Bred and modified a bunch of us to be what they wanted in a slave."
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[i]"So you were a fighter then?" [/i]
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"Yep. Well, a show-slave, but basically. They had me fight, they had me show off. Though from the reactions I get when I tell people that here, I'm assuming 'showing off' means something different?@
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[i]"Yeah it has a few meanings." [/i]
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"They basically had me there to be looked st. they made sure to protect me, they didn't want to lose a prized fighter."
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[i]"Damn, sounds rough." [/i]
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"It was. Hell, I can still feel what they did to me under the skin. But, that's the past now. Just... try and forget it and move on."
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[i]"Do you need a hug?" JT offered genuinely. Nobody hugged like a cowboy. [/i]
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"Sure." [b][i]She said, hugging him.[/i][/b]
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[i]JT had the strength of ten thousand men, which meant damn that hug was good. [/i]
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[b][i]She smiled a bit as she broke away from the hug[/i][/b] "Thanks for that."
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[i]"No problem, hugs tend to help." [/i]
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"From what I've heard, so does alcohol." [b][i]She says laughing a bit[/i][/b]
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[i]"Yeah, but you really gotta be careful with the alcohol." [/i]
