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postato inizialmente in:Neo Punks
12/3/2015 12:52:41 AM
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[i]A man steps off a black private jet at a private runway in NYC. A yin-yang symbol over crossed swords decorates the side of the jet, and the man wears a black T-Shirt and Black jeans, along with expensive aviator sunglasses. After leaving the airport through means not open to the public, he takes a taxi to Times Square. He steps out, paying the driver and even with the mass of people, still manages to stand out. The most distinct feature, are the three swords at his hip, sheathed and slightly covered by a black cloth.[/i]
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[b]Lena walks by, not noticing you. She looked almost the same as the last time you had seen her, except her clothes weren't as revealing as they had been.[/b]
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[i] He sees her, not that surprised. It's not like they had been close or anything. He nods, continuing to walk.[/i]
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[b]She senses the movement and glances back, she sees you walk away, and smiles, before continuing in her direction[/b]
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[b]She glances back, but doesn't see him. She shrugs and continued on her way.[/b]
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Limbo sat on the edge of a building, eating a sandwich and people-watching, he immediately spotted Lance, and almost spit out his food "Shit, this asshole."
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[b]he sees a woman walking through the crowds, her wolf ears and tail showed that it could only be one person[/b]
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[spoiler]im in class, so you know if I don't reply.[/spoiler] [i] Lance glances at, and seeing that she hadn't changed over the last 15 years, he walks up to her.[/i] "Astrid?" [i] He questions, his face mostly hidden behind the shades.[/i]
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[b]Astrid looks at him and smiles[/b] "Lance?"
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[i] He pulls the sunglasses off, revealing his piercing blue eyes. He also has another name tattooed on his forearm, along with some kind of symbol on his other forearm. Even being 15 years, his looks haven't changed too much.[/i] "It's nice to see you Astrid."
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"It's been what? 15 years? What have you been doing while I was taking a frozen nap?"
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"I've been around." [i] He smiles.[/i]
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"It seems like it, what's with the new tattoo?"
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"My wife's name." [i] The tattoo reads [b]Rachael.[/b][/i] "She died.. 15 years ago."
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"Oh...... I'm sorry about that, I just woke up a few weeks ago, everything is so different."
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[i] He smiles.[/i] "It's fine Astrid."
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"So anything else that happened while I was in cryosleep?"
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[i] He smiles.[/i] "I don't know. I've been...busy."
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"Let me guess, your job with that PMC has kept you busy?"
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"What PMC? The NWH?"
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"Oh.... I'm a bit loopy, still having a hard time remembering everything."
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"No, I've been in the military. Special Ops."
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"Oh, good for you. You probably do great."
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"I'm done with it. Figured I'd come back to New York with the kids." [i] He grins.[/i]
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"You have kids? I bet they're great."
