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Sep 06, 2009 21:50
[Somewhere near you (yes, you), a tiny little girl and a tall, scarred man in leather are talking. It appears to be a friendly conversation... until the man lashes out, sending the girl sprawling to the ground (
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height_rule
September 7 2009, 04:59:23 UTC
Up.
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bulletwthmyname
September 7 2009, 05:02:06 UTC
[would have popcorn if he had any. instead is probably nursing a cup of coffee while he observes]
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height_rule
September 7 2009, 05:05:17 UTC
*that's cool. I'm just over here. Violating laws*
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bulletwthmyname
September 7 2009, 05:07:59 UTC
[this isn't abuse, it's education. and i'll know if you hurt her for real]
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height_rule
September 7 2009, 05:10:21 UTC
*Shes's better than you were*
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bulletwthmyname
September 7 2009, 05:14:25 UTC
*She's younger and less afraid. And much more agile.*
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height_rule
September 7 2009, 05:16:00 UTC
*You're blaming age? Really?*
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bulletwthmyname
September 7 2009, 05:19:38 UTC
*Not really. But her obsessive practicing helps.*
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height_rule
September 7 2009, 05:24:14 UTC
*Don't worry. You're still the best rebel in the family.*
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bulletwthmyname
September 7 2009, 05:26:14 UTC
*She might be better at that as well.*
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height_rule
September 7 2009, 05:32:00 UTC
*It's all right. I still like you*
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bulletwthmyname
September 7 2009, 05:35:57 UTC
*I have other talents.*
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height_rule
September 7 2009, 05:48:15 UTC
*I'm fighting the kid treasure. Bad thoughts.*
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bulletwthmyname
September 7 2009, 05:56:44 UTC
[laughs both inside and outside his head]
*Right, right, I won't distract you with that. But don't let her hit anything important.*
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height_rule
September 7 2009, 06:02:30 UTC
*I'm trying*
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purple_pliers
September 7 2009, 05:02:39 UTC
[gets up -- she rolled well out of reach]
This is when I would run.
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*Right, right, I won't distract you with that. But don't let her hit anything important.*
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This is when I would run.
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