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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/7/2015 2:38:55 AM
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[i] Jonathan sits up and pulls the earbuds out, looking at the kid about his age.[/i] "What's up man? I'm Jonathan." [i] He stands up, reaching out his hand to shake.[/i]
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[i]He looked up at him and shook his hand, the tattoo made him seem older but he was definitely 16[/i] "I'm Renzo." [i]His voice was low, deep and cold.[/i]
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[i] He nods towards his arm.[/i] "Nice tribal brah." [i] Jonathan back steps and sits down on his bed, pausing the music on his phone.[/i]
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"Thanks, got it last year." [i]I said as I got up and started unpack all my clothes and such. The tv and stereo system, huh this kid rich or something? Whatever. Dad said that he was chill.[/i]
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[i] Jonathan saw him checking out the technology.[/i] "What's mine is yours man, feel free. I just have to have something for my music." [i] He chuckles.[/i]
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"How'd you get all this tech?"
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"My dad's apology gift for shipping me across the country."
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"Ahh, I see." [i]I said as I sat back down on my bed and forming a hardlight knife from the light shining from the window and twirled it around.[/i]
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Edited by Will: 12/7/2015 2:59:14 AM[i] Jonathan grins.[/i] "That's pretty dope."
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"Thanks." [i]As I flipped the knife, johnathon saw the Lutu name on my tattoo. Surely it indicated something.[/i]
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"Lutu?" [i] He questions.[/i] "As in Etana?"
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[i]I stopped and caught the knife and looked at him.[/i] "Yeah, that's my father."
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[i] He grins, holding up his wrist, and in small swirling script it says [b]May.[/b][/i] "My dads Lance May."
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[i]I smiled a bit to see a familiar name.[/i] "Huh, seems like we are family strong."
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"Yeah, my sister Ashley is here too, but she's in the other building."
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"Ahh you have a sister, didn't know that. Hell I didn't even know you were related to the famous swordsman Lance may." [i]I said with a chuckle but with seriousness as well because well, it was kind of true. I dug around in my back and pulled out a pull up bar and set it up on the bathroom and began some sets.[/i]
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[i] Jacob chuckles.[/i] "The campus has a gym by the way, just throwing that out there."
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[i]I chuckled[/i] "That's fine, this is just for when I want to be alone."
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"Yeah, that's all you. I'm not one for working out in my spare time. My dad makes me do enough of it when I'm training with him."
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"Your dad trained you too huh? I started at the age of 6, been training ever since."
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"I don't even remember. Whenever I could hold a sword is when I started. Although I prefer knives and daggers."
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"That's cool, I've been trained with fire arms and bladed weapons. Haven't really found out what I'm comfortable with."
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"I try not to fight, but I can handle myself." [i] He walks over to his leather jacket, holding it up and spreading it open, revealing a lot of knives and daggers, Approximately 25 in pockets of the chest and sleeves on the inside of the material, very secretive. [/i]
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"Nice jacket. And you don't get into fights? Hell you could be the guy to pull me off of the kid I'm beating, I tend to not take shit from anyone but if we're cool, then we have no problems. As for you and me, I'm sure we'll just be as cool as our old mans." [i]I chuckled, hell this guy seems alright I thought to myself.[/i]
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"I don't let my friends take shit. But me? I don't really care. I'm a lot more calm than my old man."
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"Oh yeah? Your father was one hell of a swordsman from the stories I heard from my old man. He also had a lot of anger and stress."
