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originally posted in:Neo Punks
Edited by 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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I chuckle again. "Sounds like you could use a helping hand."
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"Well, I've got that under control."
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"You sure? You don't need any guys brutally slaughtered to help get the point across?"
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"Hell no, I'm trying not to be a terrorist, as much a military"
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"Aw come on, why not?"
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"And have legion, hayabusa, URNA and GRC on my ass? I'm good"
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"Well, if you ever do need somebody brutally murdered," I toss you a crumpled up ball of paper. "call me."
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"Alright"
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I walk out the door.
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((End))
