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1/5/2016 9:04:38 PM
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Fr: "Just what I wanted to say" [b]Everyone but Frost takes a seat, Riley right next to Viola[/b]
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[i]Viola puts her arm around Riley, and JT stands, leading frost to the hall[/i]
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[b]Riley lays her head on Viola's shoulder whilst Frost walks to JT[/b]
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[i]Viola lays her head atop Riley's [/i] [i]--------------- JT looks at frost "You wanted to talk?"[/i]
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[b]Riley stays silent as she enjoys the moment[/b] Fr: "Indeed I did"
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Edited by JayTea: 1/5/2016 9:19:45 PM[i]Craig speaks[/i] "So Riley, what's up?" JT: "about?"
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Fr: "I saw that look, I've noticed your change in behaviour, you have something against me, and I want to solve it" - Ri: "Cried my eyes out because I missed Viola a tad bit too much, but besides that, nothing much" An: "How are you doing, Craig"
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JT: "and how do you plan on making me have respect for you again?" Craig: "wife decided to come, I'm horrible" [i]he says, chuckling, yet being honest[/i]
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Fr: "Well, knowing what I did wrong would help" An: "Is she that horrible?"
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JT: "you left Cyra to raise what you thought at first was an infant ALONE, you banged Scarlett and left her TWICE, and you joined the company that kidnapped ember, Cyra and Six" Craig: "yeah, take a pissed off Cthulhu and add a bull seeing red"
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[b]He shows him his arm with the fresh wounds that spell "I am the definition of failure"[/b] "Trust me JT, I -blam!-ing hate myself" - [b]Annabelle giggles [/b] "That sounds pretty bad"
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Edited by JayTea: 1/5/2016 9:33:09 PM[i]He deactivated his nanites, revealing a head riddled with bullets, brfore activating them and the face reforms[/i] Craig: "yeah, it is"
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Edited by Asharru: 1/5/2016 9:35:20 PM[b]He pulls up his shirt to reveal stabs, bullet holes, cuts, and bruises[/b] [b]They all order their respective drinks[/b] "I bet"
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[i]He deactivated them and takes off the duster and hat, revealing a body blackened from burns[/i]
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"Dick measuring contests...."
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"I like to think" [i]he says, reactivating the nanites and reequipping his clothes[/i]
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"So, we both hate ourselves"
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"Yup"
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"I regret my actions..."
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"Good for you"
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"You hate me, don't you"
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"So much right now. It's gonna be real fūckin hard to get my respect back"
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[b]He opens a portal[/b] "Shoot in there if you want me dead"
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[i]He pulls 2 1911's and fires all 14 shots in, plus the extended mags, so 28 shots total[/i]
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[b]He drops on his knees, flips him the bird and falls flat on his face, dead[/b]
