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postato inizialmente in:Neo Punks
12/7/2015 2:05:16 AM
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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"
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[i]"Damn. I met her. She's suicidal and depressed. I tried to help, but I failed. I was gonna ask where you were, but I heard her crying and walked in to see her cutting her arms."[/i] [b]He frowned, and shook his head.[/b]
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"Damn. Well, she's going to a boarding school with her sister soon, hopefully the roommate they'll have can help"
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[i]"I hope so, man. I hope so. It pains me to see kids who hurt themselves."[/i]
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"Yeah. Anyways, what brings you here?"
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[i]"Came to check up on my mates."[/i] [b]He blew out 3 solid rings of smoke, impressive, in the open air.[/b]
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"Well, remember how I only had 300 mates?"
