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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
11/14/2015 3:44:23 AM
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"Two's a nice number."
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"One."
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"Zero?"
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"....."
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"No? Kay."
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"No, that's not what I-" Jackson is cut off as someone punches him. Closer inspection, it's Serra.
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"Hi there. Do we need to resort to violence for talking?"
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"She does that, anyway." 'You lied.' "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
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"Lied about what, exactly?"
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"I told her I needed to talk to Cayde."
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"Okay, you can do that anytime. He's here everyday."
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"I did that an hour ago. I just came here for a beer."
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"And you punched him?"
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'Because he -blam!-ing lied to me!' "Well technically I didn't, I still talked to Cayde."
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"That he did. Even if he did lie, [i]Serra[/i], you shouldn't talk to him like such an asshole."
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'Tell you what, take yourself, -blam!- yourself, with yourself, and don't tell me how to love my life.' [spoiler]GOD DAMMIT, PALOMO![/spoiler]
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"You know, I would say the same exact thing to you. But we're different. The only difference is that I'm not a self absorbed brat."
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"Burn." 'You know what? I -blam!-ing hate you.'
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"Aw... you think I care! How cute."
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"Double Burned." 'Shut the -blam!- up.'
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"Hah! You've no comeback, because all you're saying is shut up. So why don't you take your own advice and go to the infirmary? You seem to have a third-degree burn! I recommend pouring salt into the wound before doing so."
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Jackson stood up, hands in the air. "BURN! GET THE -blam!- OUT, YOU'LL SET THE DAMN BUILDING ON FIRE!"
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She smiled in triumph under her helmet, waiting for the tantrum that would undoubtedly come.
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Serra just left, flipping them off as she walked.
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"Well then." She took of her helmet. "That just happened."
