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originally posted in:Neo Punks
Edited by Veration:
12/13/2015 2:01:26 AM
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[b]'Tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church-door, but ’tis enough[/b]
[b][i]It had been a long night.[/i][/b]
Hell had raised from the Earth in the wake of Sawyer, who had took a bad cut while pursuing a bounty. Typical merc. A suicide mission to scrounge up a few dollars. Sawyer was strong, we was merciless, but aside from his speaking in Shakepeare aphorisms, he was not the sharpest tool in the shed. Stubborn and quick on his feet. It was what killed him.
And now Sawyer laid on the concrete, the chill of New York shaking his very bones as blood pooled on the sidewalk due to his aforementioned stubborness, and the guy who made the horrible gash in his chest had a disproportionately large butterfly knife and smelled of strawberry faintly.
"[i]No, ’tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church-door, but ’tis enough, ’twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world,[/i]" he groans, staring at the night sky.
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-This man walks up to you- "Are you okay?"
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"Prithee, just helpeth me up."
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-He extends his hand to help you up- "Gladly. What happened?"
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"Yerked by a daw in the night f'r a petty job."
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-He looks at you confused- "The hell does that mean?"
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"I got stabbed by a f*cker I was sent to kill for 5.50."
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"I see, so you're a mercenary. Is there anything you need?"
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Sawyer looks at his bloody wound. "Why would you think I needed anything?"
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-He smiles- "Well if you can be sarcastic you must be fine."
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Sawyer retakes heroin out of his pocket and injects it into his rippling abdomen, just over his wound. "Crude anesthetic. Should help."
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"Well can you walk? If so, let's get you to a hospital."
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[i] He hears a voice.[/i] "Shakespeare?"
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"come hither, mine broth'r!"
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"You're gonna have to chill with that if you want me to save you."
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Edited by Veration: 12/13/2015 2:07:55 AM"Ok, fine. You ruined my mojo."
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http://imgur.com/Jl5rViZ http://m.imgur.com/Rw2UhHC http://i77.servimg.com/u/f77/13/07/92/97/katana11.jpg https://www.karatemart.com/images/products/large/ninja-guardian-sword.jpg [spoiler]sorry for all the links.[/spoiler] [i] A man appears near him, looking down at him. He's in his mid thirties, a lock of hair fallen in front of his face. He wears a black t shirt and jeans, and has three swords sheathed at his waist. 4 names are tattooed on his left forearm, and a symbol is on his right. A hollow circle with two lines on either side. He stares down at you with piercing blue eyes, an icy blue that seems to chill even the night air.[/i] "Who'd you piss off?"
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"Permission to talk in Elizabethan?"
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"Sorry, not a Shakespeare fan. So no."
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"Dameth thy fool!" Sawyer grunts. "Sorry. I got stabbed, as you can see, and this was going to be a job for 5 f*cking bucks. Grand life I live. A little help here?"
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[i] He puts a hand on his shoulder, and suddenly there in a hospital room, and the man is nodding to a nurse who begins to bandage his chest.[/i] "She's a friend. Used to stuff like this."
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"How the hell...?"
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[i] He chuckles.[/i] "Teleportation, obviously."
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"Hrm. So you're a Watcher?"
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[i] He rolls his eyes.[/i] "no, I'm a Radiant."
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"The hippy psychics?"
