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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/14/2015 11:10:51 PM
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[i] He runs his hands over his face.[/i] "I'm offering to train you."
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"Then I accept"
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[spoiler]This is gonna be one hell of a mentor/apprentice relationship lmfao.[/spoiler] [i] He sighs.[/i] "Now come with me, you're dad wants you."
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"Alright" [spoiler]Nah lmao. The only one of JT's friends to get with a kid was reni and Natalie. Alex wouldn't go for a 38 year old[/spoiler]
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Edited by Will: 12/14/2015 11:21:17 PM[spoiler]i meant because she flirts with everyone, so it'd be funny for Lance to deal with. Also, chronologically, Lance is 38. But he's 25 on the outside. Him being a watcher he can manipulate how well he ages.[/spoiler] [spoiler]also, should Lance just take them to his skyscraper? Considering JT's house is currently under the control of terrorists. Lanc would keep them safe for JT.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah, that'd be smart lmao. JT kept some gear in his room the girls would find useful[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]K.[/spoiler] [i] Lance grabs the girls and teleports to New York, landing in front of a skyscraper ten stories tall, all black tinted glass.[/i] "This is me." [i] He says, standing outside the doors.[/i]
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Natalie: "Damn, you own this place?" Alexandra: "looks like the stark tower"
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"Yes I own it, and yes I know." [i]They walk into the lobby, which is all black tile with miniature waterfalls around the walls. Paintings adorn the walls, and two main fountains flank the entrance.[/i] "Your dad had a room here, I'm sure he left you some things."
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Natalie: "what room and floor?"
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[i] They take the elevator up to the 4th floor, revealing a long hallway with black hardwood floors and paintings. He walks to a door and opens it, revealing a fairly large room with two beds, two dressers, two deals with computers, and two bathrooms on both sides. One wall is all glass overlooking NY, and the other walls have paintings along with a large TV. The beds have black silk sheets. Overall, very expensive.[/i] "This is you're guys room. JT's is next door. If you both want your own room, pick one on the hallway. There all the same. This one just has double the stuff."
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"Alright, thanks" [b]Natalie says, and Alex walks to you[/b] "mind if we get the key to my dads room? He always told me he left something in there for me"
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[i] Lance tosses her a key from his pocket.[/i]
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[b]She catches it, smiling at him. [/b]"thanks" [b]She says, then goes into his room, coming out with 2 AK-47's in her hands, a 6" combat knife, and a suppressed USP-45 pistol, and she enters their room, handing the pistol and an AK to Natalie, as well as a black satchel [/b]
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"Well then." [i]Lance not at all surprised. It was JT after all.[/i]
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[b]as Natalie dumps the contents of the bag on the bed, a red bandana and about 5 frag grenades, 7 smoke bombs and an incineary grenade falls out [/b]
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[i] He shakes his head, chuckling.[/i]
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Natalie: "there's more"
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"I don't know if I wanna know or not."
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[b]She empties more, revealing a pair of carbon knuckledusters, a bipod for a sniper, and a 10x scope[/b]
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[i] Lance chuckles.[/i] "Oh JT."
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[b]Natalie pulls one more thing from the bag: a black duster, with a skull on the back, a knife on the back of that, and the words "KINGS" written in white across the back, and it had a hood on it, with a note [/b]
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[i] Lance raises his eyebrows, not having seen that before.[/i]
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[b]Natalie reads the note, tossing it on the table[/b] "Well, give that a read through if you want"
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[i] Lance picks it up and reads it.[/i]
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[i]To all who may read this note I am no longer the man I was. Years ago I wore this duster with pride; I was a king, the best goddamn gang in all of Texas. I rode through the streets on bikes, I shot myself up with a syringe of heroin, then I shot others up full of holes. I did all this without giving a single shit. Then, I realized the errors of my ways. To anyone thinking of putting this duster on, please, remove the insignia from the back, remove the plagued words from it. And most of all, do not go the murderous path I had when I wore it. Wear it with honor, and do good. -JT, the Usurped King [/i]
