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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/7/2015 11:07:36 PM
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[b]Times Square, New York City, 1800 Hours[/b]
[b]JT crouches on the edge of a rooftop, looking at the citizens below, going from their homes to work, a friends house maybe? He pulls a golden coin from his pocket, admiring it, running his thumb across the NWH logo engraved on it, and he puts it in his pocket again, and looks back to the crowd[/b]
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You hear some screams of fear and the sound of blood hitting a hard surface in the alley below you.
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[b]He looks down at it[/b]
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You see a man with a plain white mask wearing a business suit and gloves wiping the blood off a knife, multiple corpses next to him.
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[b]Curious and intrigued, he watches him[/b]
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I bend down and look at a corpse. "Ya know, it's a lot more fun to murder thugs like you than random people!"
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[b]He jumps down, legs hurting from the fall, but his quick regenerating health fixes him up[/b] "Playing vigilante, or you just want his money?"
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"Neither. It's just fun, that's all!"
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"Amen to that. What's your kill count?"
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"Oh I don't bother keeping track. I think these are my seventh or eight since I arrived here yesterday."
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"Ha! I've got hundreds in around a one-week span"
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"Ah, but was the kill real?"
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"Very"
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"Well, you have my respect." I perform a mock bow.
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"And you got 3 snipers trained on your head. Now, how about we stop pissing around and you tell me who you are?"
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I stop. "Friends call me B3B. Of course, I don't have any friends, so I just call myself B3B."
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"Living a lonely life huh? You want to remove the mask?"
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"Nope. This mask is like a second skin to me."
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"You're about to not have any skin, now remove it. I've heard about your work in Neo Tokyo. Not bad"
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I take the mask off, but it stops mid-air, floating in front of my face. "Ta-da."
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[b]A sniper fires, hitting the mask away, and I look at your face[/b]
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You see a fairly average face. "What, you think my face was anything special? I did it to hide my identity. Now can I put my mask back on now?"
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"Go for it" [b]He says, gesturing to the mask, a bullet hole in the forehead[/b]
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I pick it up. "Jeez, I had this thing custom-made. Not like I can get another, I killed the guy who made it."
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"Well, at least you look more menacing, like you're undead"
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"I prefer plain white." I put it on. "I'll have to find another mask maker now."
