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1/5/2016 3:13:26 AM
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Alright old man, you asked for this
[b]Nobody ducks his head slightly and takes off as fast as he can, his arms trailing behind him, knowing if he falls he's gonna feel it in the morning[/b]
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"Funny thing is I'm 25." He says, and grabs your arm, flipping you.
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[b]Falls flat on his face, and just lies there twitching[/b] [b]Mumbles something incoherent[/b]
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[b][i]He picks you up.[/i][/b] "Say again. Sorry, couldn't hear you with a mouthful of concrete."
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Up. Yours. Old. Man. [b]Slowly raises his arm to flip you off[/b]
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[b][i]He helps you up.[/i][/b] "Now, threats no way to treat a fellow soldier."
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Mhm. Tell that to the crick in my neck and the lump on my head that's sure to follow.
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"Cmon, let's get those drinks. It'll ease the pain."
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Alright alright. Don't expect me to run anywhere.
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"I won't." He says laughing, and helps you wak
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[b]Nobody is silent for most of the walk, gawking at everything that he's never seen before[/b] So, when do I get a mission?
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"No one gets a mission. WE get sent out when shit just the fan."
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Ah. Who is "we"?
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"Who do you think? Fireteam November!"
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[b]He chuckles slightly[/b] No, I meant who will [i]I[/i] be working with? Surely it's not just all out war?
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"Well that depends. What are you? Pilot, scout?
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Medic. One might call me an [i]angel with a shotgun[/i]. Ha. Haha. Sorry, I have a tendency to make bad puns.
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"So do I, and your a medic? Well then, you'll be working with whoever they put you with, so you can heal them."
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Modificato da Forum Therapist: 1/5/2016 9:11:42 PMAwesome. Alright, well, any way to find out? Is it by lodging, name, orrr...?
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"Nope. Or not that I know of."
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Alright. Ah, well. Not like I would know anybody anyway. So, I believe we were doing something. Ah, yes. FOOD.
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"Yep." He says, and they step in. It seems more like a bar then a mess hall.
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My kind of place. Where's the line start?
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"You sit down and order."
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Ooo. Fancy. [b]He looks around and starts walking towards an open table[/b]
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[b]Jakob follows, and when they sit, a waiter approaches. Jakob orders a burger and some rum[/b]
