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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/21/2015 4:56:30 AM
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[i] He smirks.[/i] "Samantha."
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"I prefer Sam"
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"And I prefer to not care." [i] He says with a smirk.[/i]
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"Why are you bothering me?"
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"Because I have nothing else better to do. And serial killers aren't exactly boring."
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"I'm not a serial killer. I am an artist"
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[i] He rolls his eyes.[/i] "and so am I. Because meaningless death is art."
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"It isn't meaningless"
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"And what's the meaning behind it Samantha?" [i] He stares at her in the eyes, his icy blue eyes seemingly chilling the winter air around him.[/i]
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"It isn't death it is art"
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[i]He looks her in her eyes for a second, and then a frown appears on his face.[/i] "You are so broken."
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"Don't pretend to know me"
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[i] He smirks.[/i] "I don't need to pretend. I can see it in your eyes. Your so unbelievably broken, the pieces are barely stuck together."
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"Stop talking like you know me"
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[i] He chuckles.[/i] "I don't have to pretend. I can read you like an open book. You think whatever deep dark past you have is hidden behind all of your "art," but it couldn't be more out in the open. You'd be blind to not see it."
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[b]she grabs you by the throat[/b] "Stop talking. You don't know anything!"
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[i]He grabs your arm, pushing it off his throat and down to your side.[/i] "Seems like a struck a nerve."
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[b]she punches you spare in the nose with her other hand[/b]
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[i] He sidesteps with immense speed, catching her wrist.[/i] "I'm not in the mood for a fight Samantha."
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[b]she tks you into an ac unit on the roof[/b]
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[i]He teleports behind her, holding his white and gold katana, the blade humming with blue energy.[/i] "Sam." [i] He uses her preferred nickname this time, in a calm and soothing voice.[/i] [spoiler]just saying, she doesn't want to fight him. He makes a great friend.[/spoiler]
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[b]she calms slightly[/b]
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[i] He steps closer to her, grabbing her shoulder and turning her to face him, his icy gaze calming and soothing rather than intimidating.[/i]
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[b]she calms down[/b]
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"Good?" [i] He asks, his voice low and calming.[/i]
