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9/26/2015 1:26:55 AM
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Sawyer sits on a stump in the overgrown forests of UN city, waiting for Tommy to show up.
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He walks up, armor and weapons with him. He's examining his 45, eventually holstering it and nodding at Sawyer.
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Edited by Veration: 9/26/2015 1:51:10 AM"Are we cool?" Sawyer says, smoking his giant joint, ash in the air. His eyes were glazed and his mouth twitching.
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"I don't see why wouldn't be." He chambers a round in his rifle then looks up at you. "Did you do something?"
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"What the hell do you mean, Green Giant?"
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"Nothing, Short Round. Thought you pulled something, that's all." He looks around. "So, where is this place?"
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Edited by Veration: 9/26/2015 2:15:49 AM"UN City. Maybe you'd know that if you weren't too busy eating Italian and sleeping with Astrid."
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"Hey man, I got a girl. I'm happy." He pulls out a cigar and his lighter. Tommy flicks open the lighter and lights the cigar.
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"That's more than I can boast. A light?" Sawyer sticks out another joint, waiting for Tom to light it.
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Tommy lights it, taking a puff from his. "Just gonna be us two?"
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"I can pull your girl out here but we have bad blood. She probably wants nothing of me. Unless you think you think we aren't capable of doing this..." Sawyer takes a long inhale from his cigar.
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"Nah, we can handle this, just wondering how many people will get in the way."
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"Pretty deserted, besides for Night. The occasional straggler out here." Sawyer takes another whiff, and hacks violently. "Shall we go?"
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"Yeah, you alright?" He throws his cigar to the ground and steps on it, twisting his foot.
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"Right as night, bean pole. Let's go."
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He starts walking towards UN city, rifle in his hands.
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"So, how was Astrid in bed?"
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"Dude, what the -blam!-....." He chuckles a bit. "Good, I guess. No, her being Night really doesn't change much of anything."
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"Well, that's good I guess. My only sexual encounter, ever, was with a Matriarch gone wrong. She really didn't care about who she f[i]u[/i]cked, and that's probably why she tried with me. Anyways, she wasn't OK with me sticking Matilda, my big-ass gun, on her spine."
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That last part seems to anger him. "Where did you put your gun?"
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"On the side, while I looked at it. I have sort of a gun fetish. But, God forbid! You think I would put a gun to a partner?"
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"Ok. Sorry, that just sounded really messed up." He steps over a log, the ground underneath him moving as if he stepped on something. A squirrel comes running out from under foot.
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"What's that?"
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"Just a squirrel." He watches it scurry into a tree and keeps walking.
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"Like nature?"
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"Meh, more of a city guy, but I like to get out here every once in a while. You?"
