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[b]He finally finishes the crutches and slips the small item he had taken from "her" yard out of his pocket, and begins to tinker with his Greenwire pistols[/b]
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[b]He finishes everything and slowly "limps into the street, bends down, painfully, and slowly moves the sewer grate onto the street. He lastly throws his crutches in, picks up the grate and slowly climbs in, putting it back in place as he hits the ground, picks up everything, and begins walking towards his Hyperjet on the outskirts of the city[/b]
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[b]He eventually stops somewhere out in the woods, shuts off his bike, and sits down against it. He watches the sky, eyes scanning over each bright light that cascades the dark background, connecting the dots easily and silently whispering the names of the constellations to himself.[/b] "Sikus, Yuiret, Willow..."
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[b]He nods, and holds out his hand[/b] "James Tyinillee. Not much to say. Grew up normal...ish. My dad was a blacksmith, my mom was a soldier... Anyways. I eventually grew up and became a freelancer. So.... What are you doing out here?"
