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originally posted in:The New Dojo
originally posted in: THE DOJO
Edited by Splashback77: 1/20/2018 2:33:54 PM
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[b][u]A Gift From A Frienemy[/u][/b] [i]James's Aparment, 00:30[/i] James heard a noise from the door. He had been woken up by it. And was still in a white T-shirt and flannel sleep pants. His blond hair was all messed up. He was tall and buff, giving him a resemblance to Steve Rogers. The unarmed Titan crept into the kitchen from where he was sleeping on the couch (He had guests over.) James picked up a cast-iron skillet, holding it in both hands. He then tip-toed to the door. James opened the door, keeping one hand on the skillet's handle. As the door swung open, his other hand would move back to the skillet as he held it in a position ready to strike with it. To his surprise, nothing, or no one, was nearby. He looked down to find a package. It was labled, [i]To: Blonde Sentinel Dude, From: Splishy-Poo[/i] James stepped back inside and slammed the door. He sat down against the door, his teeth chattering as he began to think of what the package might be. "Something from the writer?" He murmured to himself, "Oh no. It could be a bomb. Or a reverse dream-catcher that radiates nightmares. Or even worse: Something that summons all of Phoebe's siblings. Or the worst option of them all: Mason Grey." He quickly recalled both times Mason had kicked his ass. James shivered. Mason really hated him. But Splash wouldn't be that cruel.... right? But yet again, the Titan's track record with Splash being his writer wasn't the best. First, his history before the Dojo. Next, her record of making him look desperate and reckless. Then, all the times she attempted to volunteer him for dangerous quests. Finally, she had basically set a bounty on him. The bounty that ended in James' surprisingly temporary permanent death. The death that gave him the scar on his neck. But, most recently, his discovery of Phoebe, all the confusion and reminders that came with that. He hated Splash more than he could anyone ever. James sighed. He stood up, turned around, stepped back, then, he opened the door again, skillet ready to bash someone's head in. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

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