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postato inizialmente in:Neo Punks
Modificato da JayTea:
12/10/2015 3:41:19 AM
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[b]JT's POV[/b]
[b]"The corner of 3rd and 7th avenue. My personal favourite spot in all of New York. Not because the scenery, or the stores, or any good memories, but because it's the only place I can go to forget my past, get a drink and lose myself to it, to not focus so much on the Man I once was, but the man who I will be. And I swear, if I keep going the way I am right now, my future is going to be me, alone, fighting for every last breath I have, with URNA, GRC, all of Europe, Russia, everyone on my ass, sending operative after operative in to have my head on a goddamned silver platter. I need to align with a group, but I don't know who. I just need more time..." I think to myself, sitting at the bar, alone, no soldiers to accompany me, a cold drink in my right hand, a cigar in my left, desperately trying to get drunk already, maybe that'll make me feel better. [/b]
((Open, just felt like writing something longer))
English
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[b]Killua smashes onto the ground and walks over to you, looking alert for some reason.[/b] "uhhh boss, you good? This isn't about that whole terrorist thing is it?"
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"Ah, maybe."
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[b]He takes a seat and sighs.[/b] " oh man, interesting isn't it? Have armies hunting us down. And all we did is be super powerful. Whats up with that? Why don't they just leave us alone? It's pretty exciting though, you gotta admit." [b]He wipes blood off of his left arm, currently in claw form. He shifts it back.[/b]
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"Hell man, they haven't done a thing. I'm going to make a damn big decision soon though. Should we move into defense contracting, or aid countries in wartimes?"
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[b]He looks up from his arm and tilts his head.[/b] " well, honestly. I say screw aiding people who will turn on us eventually. Its better to be feared than loved. But i say defense contracting honestly."
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"Agreed. I'll probably put up advertisements soon"
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"So, boss. What are you doing here anyways?"
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"Ah, it's always been my favourite spot. And this bar, there's history of the NWH here." [b]He says, running his fingers over a word on the desk; CRAIG[/b]
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[b]He glances at the name[/b] " who's craig? One of your buds?"
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"Old buddy."
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"Damn, remember one of my buds when i was in black ops. Our squad did so much stuff that was apparently morally conflicting. But i was never one to have a soul, so i did everything i was told, and so did he. One day though, he just... Snapped. It was too much i guess. He ate his gun out of the blue. It was so weird to see him do that..."
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"Shit man. I know the feeling"
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"I just wonder why it hasn't happened to me... But hey, I'm just happy to be alive, aaaand have nano bots. These are so freaking legit."
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"Damn right they are!"
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[b]He at the ceiling, resting his head on his hands.[/b] "Can't imagine what being a normal person would be like anymore... That would be so weird, not having the control of your body like that... Sure, it hurts getting them installed but whatever..."
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"Ah, some days I honestly wish I never had them"
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"Yeah, they can be limiting in some situations for sure, but i like them. They let me have wings, so i'm good. It also helps with the killing. Don't need to waste bullets."
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"True, though I miss my skin."
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"Hmm, skin.... Thats different. I just hate magnets."
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"Ugh, same"
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" well, see ya later boss. Was nice to chat but i gotta run." [b]He unfurls his wings, more than 2 meters in length. And he takes off.[/b]
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((End))
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[i]You feel a tap on your shoulder[/i]
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[b]He turns, holding you by your throat and in the air[/b] "Who the living hell are you?"
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[i]The man hits you in the stomach making you let go[/i] [b]Damn JT, way to welcome an old friend[/b] [i]You recognize him as Xeno from 15 years ago[/i] [spoiler]if you didn't know Xeno is a new name for Lance15[/spoiler]
