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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/7/2015 3:03:06 AM
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[i] He grins, holding up his wrist, and in small swirling script it says [b]May.[/b][/i] "My dads Lance May."
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[i]I smiled a bit to see a familiar name.[/i] "Huh, seems like we are family strong."
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"Yeah, my sister Ashley is here too, but she's in the other building."
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"Ahh you have a sister, didn't know that. Hell I didn't even know you were related to the famous swordsman Lance may." [i]I said with a chuckle but with seriousness as well because well, it was kind of true. I dug around in my back and pulled out a pull up bar and set it up on the bathroom and began some sets.[/i]
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[i] Jacob chuckles.[/i] "The campus has a gym by the way, just throwing that out there."
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[i]I chuckled[/i] "That's fine, this is just for when I want to be alone."
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"Yeah, that's all you. I'm not one for working out in my spare time. My dad makes me do enough of it when I'm training with him."
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"Your dad trained you too huh? I started at the age of 6, been training ever since."
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"I don't even remember. Whenever I could hold a sword is when I started. Although I prefer knives and daggers."
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"That's cool, I've been trained with fire arms and bladed weapons. Haven't really found out what I'm comfortable with."
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"I try not to fight, but I can handle myself." [i] He walks over to his leather jacket, holding it up and spreading it open, revealing a lot of knives and daggers, Approximately 25 in pockets of the chest and sleeves on the inside of the material, very secretive. [/i]
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"Nice jacket. And you don't get into fights? Hell you could be the guy to pull me off of the kid I'm beating, I tend to not take shit from anyone but if we're cool, then we have no problems. As for you and me, I'm sure we'll just be as cool as our old mans." [i]I chuckled, hell this guy seems alright I thought to myself.[/i]
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"I don't let my friends take shit. But me? I don't really care. I'm a lot more calm than my old man."
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"Oh yeah? Your father was one hell of a swordsman from the stories I heard from my old man. He also had a lot of anger and stress."
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"Yeah, he's told me some stories about your dad too. Heard he blew up a aircraft carrier."
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"Yeah, I remember that. From what it seems, our dads were crazy as hell, but he told me Lance was his best friend, brother even."
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[i] He grins.[/i] "Still are. But yeah, I've heard a lot of stories about both. Interesting bedtime stories that's for sure."
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"Definitely. So what do you like to do?"
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"Listen to music, play guitar, annoy my sister, slack off in class, and flirt with girls to no avail." [i] He laughs.[/i] "You?"
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[i]He chuckled[/i] "I like to draw tribal markings, test my abilities, blast out to music, and fight. As for girls? That's the same for the both of us."
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[i] He chuckles.[/i] "So far they're are a few I've seen here. There's my sister, which that's all you, and three other girls. Courtesy of my sister giving me Intel." [i] He laughs.[/i]
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[i]He chuckled[/i] "I don't know if in really looking for a relationship but if something happens, I'll go along with it. Say, what's your sister like?"
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"She's way too serious most of the time. Loves books, and training. She's really smart too, and hates bullshitting and is really blunt."
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"Huh, well for intelligence and training we have in common. As for books? Not really."
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[i] He chuckles.[/i] "If you see her around, be careful on how you come off. She'll bite your head off if you come across wrong."
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"Huh, kind of like mom at first."
