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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/5/2017 11:58:20 PM
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[b]Woods outside of Dojoville.
Alpha
9:30 AM[/b]
[i]"I'd Recommend we kill the Arrowhead crew......."
"You killed my son! For what? Money!......."[/i]
No. Can't think on that.
Alpha shook her head, trying to keep herself on-task. A dufflebag laid by her side, open to reveal a bunch of disembodied gun parts. In her hand, a simple notepad. The schematics to a gun of sorts was being sketched out. A groan, and then the page is obscured as the book is closed. She put it away, looking ahead.
She was in a forest, sitting on a branch during this. Getting away from the fighting and the politics and the goddamned shitshow that was the Dojo......it helped. If only so much.
After hearing a stretching of sorts, she looked back to notice she was crushing the book in her hand. She stopped, of course, but sighed.
It coursed through her like a venom. Her own past, her identity, it poisoned her. A Monster she was. Her deeds, her lies
her truth
All of it, monstrous.
That couldn't last, could it? The evidence she had pointed to the contrary. She was nothing else but a monster, and it would never change. Even now, she was working on a tool of war. A weapon.
So much so, nothing else went into her mind.
[spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
English
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"Hiya!" Off in the distance Alpha could make out Traci, the hyper active girl she met not long ago. Traci had on a black miniskirt, white crop top, and stockings as she approached the tree Alpha was in. "You alone again?"
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"Yeah." She said, eyeing her clothes "What's with the uh....nudist take?"
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Traci giggled. "What're you talking about? I'm not nude...unless you want me to be." She placed her hands on the waist band of her skirt.
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"Down girl" Alpha said, laughing "I might take you up on that....maybe. How old are you?"
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Traci stared in confusion and pulled down a little. "You mean down as in pull down or...? I'm 18. Been so for a week."
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"I mean calm down." Alpha mused "18 huh? Eh, I'm 19. Wouldn't be too bad."
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She pulled the skirt back up. "Too bad? That's only a year, silly."
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"I'm saying that it wouldn't be a problem" She said, considering the decision
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"Oh, right. Sorry. Whatcha doing in that tree anyway?" Traci attempted to climb said tree.
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"Just chilling" She said, offering her hand
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Traci took the hand and sat beside Alpha with a friendly smile. "Nice. I was just walking through here to relax."
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"Well, I'll just sit here. Whatever happens next is up to you"
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"What do you mean? Like..." Traci placed her hands on her shirt as if to pull it off. "...I choose?"
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"If you want." She shrugged
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Traci slipped off the shirt casually. "Feels nice and free. The breeze always feels good too. I don't get why society says everyone has to always wear clothes."
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[spoiler]at this rate we might need to move to PMs lol[/spoiler] "Yeah...wonder why..."
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Traci giggled. "You ever been in a situation like this before?" [spoiler]Can if ya want[/spoiler]
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She saw a wolf watching her. Its icy blue eyes staring at her. It watched her, slowly following her.
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Alpha eyed the wolf, and kept watching. "Hi."
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The wolf approached, appearing non-threatening. It nuzzled her hand.
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Alpha was surprised....given she was sitting in a tree. "You seem nice...where's your owner?"
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[spoiler]Screw my obliviousness.[/spoiler] He whimpered. He didn't have one.
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Alpha would hear a voice below her and a soft pop as Garin appeared in a tree across from her. He looked depressed, if anything. "Hey."
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"-blam!- off." Was Alpha's only response.
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"I can see that you're pretty upset about something, A. Wanna talk about it?" Garin didn't make eye contact, and the somber look on his face remained.
