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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/11/2016 11:03:41 PM
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"[i]But I'm not, alright!?[/i]" [i]Violet yells, no longer amused, rather a little pissed. She got up, staring at Sketch.[/i] "I don't know why this is goddamn important to you, but I don't remember a damn thing!"
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*Sketch heard her despite it being in another room.* "You were a friend! Y-You need to remember this p-place!"
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"No, I don't [i]need[/i] to remember anything," [i]She growled.[/i] "Let me out. Now." [i]Unconsciously, her prosthetic arm moved to grip the handle on her 7 foot long chainsaw.[/i]
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*The door opens.* "Aren't you curious? At all??? Please, let me try and help."
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"No. The past is the past." [i]Violet walks out of the door, searching for the exit.[/i]
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"The past is what makes us who we are."
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"Yeah, yeah...." [i]She mumbled, finding the exit and opening the door, about to leave the dojo.[/i]
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"P-Please don't go."
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"Why should I not?" [i]Violet asked, sighing. She was ready to get out of this place, as she felt as though it held nothing besides lost memories for her.[/i]
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"Be-Because... I-I don't know..." *His eyes are purple.*
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"... I'll be going, then...." [i]Violet sighed, exiting the dojo as she began down the steps.[/i]
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*He just watched her leave. He sits down where he is and buries his head in his hands.*
