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12/25/2015 2:58:17 AM
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[b]Ghost Stories[/b]
[i]10:00 PM[/i]
Everyone sits around the fire at JT's camp, eating roasted bird. Sawyer tells one of his stories.
"... So I was stuck in the back of the van in the gimp suit on the Norwegian shores, and then my pimp comes and tries to throw me around, but I stab him in the forehead with a knife in between my teeth. The motherfūcker bleeds all over me like hell, and I managed to get out of the locked van by picking the lock with my toes. I survived on the beach until the DEA picked me up in a helicopter, but they found the crack stash that I left with Jorge on the border. I changed my name to William, learned French and moved to Quebec. And that's how I escaped Guido's murderous pimping ring."
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[b]a shadowy kid watches you from the treeline of the forest[/b]
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[spoiler]sorry if I'm late, party last night.[/spoiler] [b][i]Jakob sits by the fire, laughing.[/i][/b] "Holy shit! And that's all true?"
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"Not one bit of it a lie, my friend."
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"Well, you've certainly got the exciting background."
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"Not really."
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"Probably more exciting than mine."
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[b]Lucien sits in the back, head tilted, listening in. His expression is masked by his shaggy hair. Though, it seems he enjoyed the tale.[/b]
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Sawyer nods to him. "You got a story?"
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[b]Lucien shakes his head quietly.[/b]
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[b]JT chuckles at the story, and continues to eat[/b]
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"You got a story, JT?"
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"Too many to count, though none funny"
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"Give me one. Are you implying that was funny? Because it was not. Not only was the DEA on our ass but the Vasquez Cartel, too. Tough sonsabitches."
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"Alright. You ever hear of the NWH? Private military started by a cowboy, and ended by that same one after getting 150,000 people in 15 years?"
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"I did. I had a friend in CEEEDYETICA. Told me about it."
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"Which one? I likel- screw that, I do know em. Who?"
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"The other Sawyer, my cousin twice removed. Not any of the other Sawyer's, not my brother, not my uncle, not my step-brother. My cousin twice removed."
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"Oh yeah, that little shit. Asshole burned my duster. Anyways, so I was the cowboy in charge there. I started the PMC, and worked them up to be a force to be reckoned with. And then, they cast me out, along with my family, And my generals, Diana and Jess. So j flew there with my brother in law, blew up the base, and escaped by helicopter full of weaponry! Still got s crate of guns and ammo back at the Avalon"
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"Nice. He died, by the way."
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"How?"
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"In San Diego. Not really sure how."
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"Oh, I know how. Kinetic Orbital Strike, an invasion, 250ft tall Jaegers... A lot of shit"
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"Yeah. Hayabusa, right?"
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"Yeah. Motherfūckers nearly killed me and my kids"
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"Damn. I'm sorry."
