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originally posted in:Neo Punks
Edited by EvoTymes:
12/4/2015 2:45:08 AM
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[i]An old familiar figure walks around in Hawaii, he stood tall with his chest out and shoulders back, as usual. The way he walked around the area just made it seemed he's been there for a while. He was wearing black jeans, a red tank top showing his muscularity and built structure.
His jaw lines were sharp and he had a scars showing on his arms and around his chest. A little scar laid on the corner of his lower lip as well as his temple. A tattoo was wrapped around his left arm as well, very tribal like.
The nice breeze flowed through his hair, the smell of sea salt filled his nose, the sun on his skin and the white sand under his feet. He loved it there. He seemed familiar but something was wrapped in a cloth while slung around his back, but a small spark and a charge would occur from it.[/i]
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Edited by EvoTymes: 12/4/2015 2:38:50 AM[spoiler]Bump even though no one is in Hawaii.[/spoiler]
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[b]A green helicopter flies overhead, and a man in a brown duster and cowboy hat jumps out from 30 feet up about 75 meters out; JT. He walks the same direction as you, slightly hastily[/b]
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[i]He looked up at the helicopter and though to himself, "more military? And what's with the cowboy in Hawaii?" These thought flowed around his head as he kept on walking.[/i]
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[b]He continues, before stopping and meeting with a man in an all black suit, a green vest on instead of a jacket, and he has the logo for the NWH on his shoulder; an old sight, and he hands the cowboy a red book[/b]
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[i]He stopped in his tracked and looked directly at the NWH emblem. No way it was that same emblem he saw 15 years ago, it couldn't be.[/i]
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[b]The man runs after handing the book to the cowboy, who has the same logo, but with it on his other shoulder and back as well, and he continues on his way, putting the book in his duster[/b]
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[i]That must be JT he thought to himself.[/i] "Hey, JT." [i]He asked towards the man in the duster, his voice was deep, cold and serious.[/i]
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[b]He stopped, stood still, and spoke, not recognizing the voice or turning his head[/b] "I know you?" [b]He asks, with a heavy Texan accent[/b]
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[i]Oh shit, it was JT he thought to himself and slightly grinned.[/i] "How many guys do you approach with a car door?"
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"Around three, why?"
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"Because your currently talking to one of them, you can guess which one I am."
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"Well, I killed 2, so Etana lutu, brother of Jenna lutu, father of one, Hawaiian resident?"
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"Huh you guessed right."
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"So, I've only got one question to him"
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"And that is?"
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[b]He turns, smiling happily[/b] "Where the fūck were you for 15 years?" [b]He says, slight chuckle after[/b]
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[i]He smiled back and chuckled.[/i] "Been busy with some operations where the JSOC needed a sniper. That and I've started a family."
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"Hoe many kids?"
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"One son, names Renzo Lutu."
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"Interesting. How old is he?"
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"He's 16, strong and smart but can get into trouble."
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"Ah. Well, I'll have to get him to meet my kids"
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"Ah you have kids too huh? What are they like?"
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"Ones the quiet scholar type, then there's Natalie. She... Takes after her father, it's going to get her hurt one day. Somehow managed to avoid the augmentations though"
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"Oh wow. Funny, all us crazy old guts having kids huh. Back then it was just us being free."
