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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/7/2015 1:53:49 AM
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[b]Switch came up to her door. He knocked, and tried to sound sincere.[/b] [i]"Nathalie, It's your uncle. Your mother's brother. I came to say hi. Uh- Can I come in?"[/i]
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"Uhhh, give me a minute!" [b]She says, and you hear drawers opening and closing, and the door opens, her in a sweater that's 2 sizes too large, and skinny jeans [/b] "How can I help you?" [b]She asks, right arm limp at her side[/b]
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[b]He stared at your arm, pain in his eyes.[/b] [i]"Are you depressed, Nathalie? This won't mean anything to you, but.. When I was 14, my alcoholic father used to beat me. One day, he tore my arm off, like a second grader with a fly's wing. I miss my arm, Nathalie. You should be thankful you have one."[/i] [b]His prosthetic whirred and clicked slightly. He hugged you, tightly.[/b] [i]"Your mom is good with this stuff- Tell her if you have issues, please."[/i]
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"Who the fūck are you?!" [b]She asks, closing the door quickly and locking it, returning to the drawer[/b]
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[b]He sighs.[/b] [i]"I'm your uncle, and you need some anti-depressants, Nathalie."[/i] [b]He hoped she didn't act like her sister. He gagged at the thought of a hostile, depressed teenager. When Switch was a teen, he never had problems like this, so didn't know how to help, weirdly.[/b]
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"I have those, and I'm not Lenas kid. JT had me when he was 18"
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[i]"18? I- Sorry. Well, JT might could help."[/i] [b]He tried, and lit a cigarette. He blew a large cloud, and a bit of the smoke seeped through the door.[/b]
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"What do you want?" [b]She asks, wincing again; another cut. [/b]
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[b]He groaned, hearing this.[/b] [i]"I was gonna ask where your father is, but there are other priorities. Put the razor away."[/i] [b]He took another drag and blew out an even bigger cloud.[/b]
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"Go away, and he's in the training area"
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[b]He sighed, and blew out another cloud. He figured the longer he talked, the longer it would be until she cut herself again.[/b] [i]"I'll go away when you slide all of your razors under the door. You have to trust me, you'll regret all of this."[/i]
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"Fūck off" [b]She says, making another cut after[/b]
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[b]He just chuckled, trying another tactic.[/b] [i]"Look- Cutting won't solve your problems. I can help you- JT can help you, a lot of people can. But you might cut an artery and damage yourself more than you want."[/i]
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"Good, I'm also suicidal, and have tried a few times now. Fūcked up every time"
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[b]He couldn't help someone like this. He shook his head.[/b] [i]"Have a nice day, Nathalie."[/i] [b]He walked out of the house and to the training area.[/b]
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"You as well"
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[b]He walked up to the training center. [/b]
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[b]You enter the training bay, soldiers firing at dummies behind a bar, hacking at dummies with wood blades, and you spot JT at the firing range, shooting his shotgun at targets[/b]
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[b]Switch approaches him, and puts out his cigarette on the ground, stepping on it. He walked up to JT, and spoke.[/b] [i]"Hey, JT."[/i]
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[b]He lowers the gun, and continues to look at the dummies[/b] "Soldier, I'll give you five seconds to speak before I take away your weekly ration coupon, and that's a lot coming from s communist. Speak"
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[i]"It's Switch, dip-ass."[/i] [b]He said, chuckling.[/b]
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[b]He looks at him, smiling[/b] "Where the hell you been fifteen years, and ignore the communist thing"
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[i]"Chillin' in Costa Rica, my friend."[/i] [b]He jokes.[/b] [i]"How've you been man?"[/i]
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"Hell man, been good and bad as of late."
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[i]"Bad? Something happen?"[/i] [b]He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and held one of them out to you.[/b]
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[b]He grabbed it, pulling a lighter from his pocket and lighting it[/b] "Daughter came back. The daughter I never knew about"
