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1/2/2016 4:57:26 AM
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[b]Jason walks in, and sits at the bar, looking almost as depressed as JT, ordering a Scotch and shot of Vodka.[/b]
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[b]He continues drinking[/b] [spoiler]he a port from nano punk?[/spoiler]
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Edited by The WORLD1897: 1/2/2016 5:05:07 AM[spoiler]Kinda, just diff back story obviously.[/spoiler] [b]He received the drinks, and drank them quickly, and by the end of 30 minutes, he had ordered over 20 rounds of the drink. But.. He didn't show signs of being drunk.. In fact, he looked more alert than ever.[/b]
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[b]he continues, not giving s rats ass[/b]
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[b]Jason glanced over, recognition forming on his face. He spoke.[/b] [i]"JT?"[/i]
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"Jason"
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"Uh, how've you been?" [b]He asked, downing the last shot of vodka after.[/b]
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"Depression, divorce, and dead son, you?"
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"Divorce, and complete and utter destruction of my entire bloodline." [b]He said, sighing.[/b]
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"Including Lena?!"
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[b]He nodded, wiping his eyes slightly.[/b] "I was off on a mission, and some bandit outfit or something... I found the bodies in my apartment when I returned."
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[b]He slams his fist into the table so hard it snaps it like a twig. [/b]"I'LL MURDER THOSE MOTHERFŪCKERS, AND MUTILATE THEIR FAMILIES"
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"I don't have any leads." [b]He sighed, straightening his tie.[/b]
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"You don't have leads, though I have 7 billion people ready to attack"
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"Believe me when I say, it was the cleanest kill... I couldn't trace it to anyone." [b]He sighed, rubbing his forehead.[/b]
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"Location, time, date, bullet used?" [spoiler]oh, I'm turning this into a story arc. [/spoiler]
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"My apartment, 13:50, Third of May.. About the bullets.. There were bullet holes... But- no bullets." [b]He rubbed his slight beard on his chin.[/b]
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"Shit, give me a minute" [b]he says, and a 7'5 man in green, EVA variant Spartan armour walks in. [/b] "You telepathically called?"
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[i]"Who the hell is this?"[/i] [b]He thought.[/b] "Uh."
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Jt: "Jason, meet Hunter, me from another dimension"
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"Oh, hello Hunter."
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"Hunter here is going to possess you and tap into your memory, then rewind time and freely roam to the murderer, getting a look at his face"
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[b]Inside of Jason's mind, something locked entirely.[/b] "Murder? What murder?" [b]Almost as if the murderer was telepathically watching.[/b]
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[b]His ghost exits the body, before jumping into his mind, looking for any memories of the murder, suspicious of him"[/b]
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Edited by The WORLD1897: 1/2/2016 6:05:19 AM[b]No memories of the day are found, oddly.[/b]
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[b]He goes to the closest time, before or after the murder[/b]
