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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/13/2015 4:05:19 AM
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Sawyer puts another round in the chamber of his revolver. "[i]The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.[/i]"
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[i]"English, please, I'm not Shakespear"[/i]
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[spoiler]*e[/spoiler] "I don't give two actual f*cks."
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[i]"Oh look, my -blam!-, there it goes!"[/i] [b]Points to the sky, as if it was flying by[/b]
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Sawyer chuckles. "Sarcasm. You've got the potential of a true New Yorker."
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[i]"Pays to be Irish, I can be sarcastic as -blam!- and still be serious"[/i]
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"Well, that's what New York is all about. So, you're a detective?"
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[i]"Mercenary, thief, the usual gun for hire "[/i]
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"But a detective, no?"
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[i]"No, not into that stuff"[/i]
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"Oh."
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[b]She remains silent, not knowing what to say next[/b]
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"Well, see ya. Nice meeting you." Sawyer starts to Mist away, but turns around. "I never caught your name."
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[i]"Artemis"[/i]
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"Nice name. Mines Sawyer." He mists back to the base of the building. [spoiler]End[/spoiler]
