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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/6/2017 12:54:39 AM
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“Okay, thanks for liking my face. My face might not be so happy about being liked, but uh....” He rapidly looked for a way to change the topic, and found one quickly.
“Is it not awkward.... just standing at these gates, talking like this?”
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"Nah! I'm fine. Why? Are you feeling awkward just standing here? Why don't we just sit down then? Ooh! Or we could lie in the grass together!" Traci swiftly wrapped her arms around him in a hug without warning and smiled up at him.
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The full physical contact would sent a staggering jolt of electricity through Traci, knocking the two away from each other. Think your finger reflexively flinching from a static shock, only with thrice the speed and force. A moment after the stagger, Ainsley soon recovered, looking down at himself. Blue electricity flickered off his body. “Yeah... not the best idea,” He commented, then looked at Traci apologetically. “Sorry. I can’t control it.”
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Traci was still standing, having simply staggered back a little. She pouted and crossed her arms, upset she couldn't hug him. "Well, that sucks! I love hugging people and I can't hug you!"
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“Well, sometimes,” Ainsley sighed dramatically as he leaned against the wall, purposefully staring off deeply into the sky while shaking his head philosophically. His voice became comically thoughtful. “Hugging just isn’t the answer.”
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"....." Traci raised a brow before rolling her eyes and setting her hands on her hips. "You're an idiot. A cute idiot, but still an idiot."
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Ainsley looked taken aback. Somewhere, he felt as though he didn’t want to hear that from her, of all people... but he made no comment. “Yeah, yeah, way to speak your mind. Anyhow, I’m assuming that you didn’t come to this place to talk to me, right?” He gestured at the Dojo with his right hand.
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"Right. I was hoping to return and make some friends and have a good time overall! Sorry for calling you an idiot, but that joke, man...." Traci shook her head, unamused.
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“Ah. Nice purpose. Good luck with that.” He didn’t particularly care about being called an idiot, in truth. There’s been worse, a lot worse. His own reason for being where he was was less simple, and to be frank, he barely understood it himself. “So... what constitutes a good time, then?”
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"Parties! Fun time in bed! More parties! Murder! Parties! Hugs!" Traci listed off things, hopping up and down.
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“Okay. Parties, hugs, more parties... fun time in bed... murder....” Ainsley looked around, hopefully there was nobody there to hear them. “Yeah, uh, well see here’s the thing. Parties are good. Hugs are occasionally good. Occasionally, because I’m a walking shock toy that only works 45% of the time. But uh, see there are things called STDs and pregnancy? Yeah, they make fun time in bed not so fun. And for the record, murder’s illegal in most countries nowadays.”
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"I can't get pregnant or have STD's! It's a-okay! I'm all clean!" She laughed and shrugged. "That's why I get away with doing it so much."
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Edited by Crrowly: 11/6/2017 2:50:42 AMAinsley groaned. “Are you even human?” He shook his head. “What about the fact that murder’s generally illegal?”
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"Human? No. I'm extremely human like down to the genitals though. Want to see? Also, I don't murder that much, okay? I haven't killed anyone in a while." Traci sighed.
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“Uh... no, I think I’m good. And confused.” Human, but not human? Ainsley didn’t get it, but then again he couldn’t even begin to understand Traci. And what kind of person offers to show a practical stranger their genitals? “So, moving on from murder and genitals,” He continued, wondering if a normal conversation was possible with this girl. “To be frank, I’m rather bored at the moment. Is there anything you’d like to do...?”
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"Well, you don't want anything to do with my reproductive system and can't hug or snuggle so....I dunno. Anything you want to do? See? Touch?" She giggled.
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Edited by Crrowly: 11/6/2017 3:12:00 AM“I actually am technically capable of hugging. My body generates, on average, a helluva lot more electricity than it should, but with extreme inconsistency. As I mentioned earlier, around 50% of the time, physical contact is pretty safe. I’m working on trying to control it. Not easy. Wait. Is hugging, snuggling, and sex all you care about?”
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".....What else would I care about? Murder?" Traci raised a brow. "I don't get it."
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“Yeah, I don’t get it either....” Ainsley rubbed his temples. “Did you have daddy problems as a child or somethin’? Pardon my rudeness but... why are you like this?”
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"My father is an *sshole that almost got me killed countless times by taking me on dangerous missions only spec ops should go on!" She said casually, laughing.
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“Hahaha! Totally relatable!” Three cheers for evident sarcasm and forced laughter. “And your mom?” Part of him didn’t want to know.
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"Constantly depressed and a slave to the same man that forces me to murder by the millions! Daughter like mother!" She kept laughing with a smile. "Please, kill me! End this suffering!"
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“Hahaha! I can no longer laugh!” His fake as hell grin faded away quickly, face turning into one that showed concern. [i]Crap,[/i] he thought. He could ask if she was alright? No, that’s stupid, of course she isn’t. What’s a guy supposed to say? “Umm... well, I’m always here...? And I promise I won’t force you to kill millions or be constantly depressed?”
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The girl fell to her knees crying all of a sudden into her hands. "I can't take this! Please! Help me! I can't take it...I can't take it...."
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Ainsley went silent for a moment, before kneeling down in front of Traci. It took all of his focus to get the constant electrical impulses in his body to chill the hell out, before he gently laid a hand on Traci’s shoulder. No static shocks. “Shh,” He murmured in a somewhat comforting tone. “I’ll do what I can to help, whenever I can.”
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Traci kept crying into her hands, falling over onto her side. "I'm such a failure...I'm a murderer! I killed them all!....They killed my mother..."
