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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/19/2017 1:58:43 AM
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[spoiler]perfectly okay.[/spoiler]
So, she continued to follow. She kept her pace so that the guards would not catch on to her. Eventually they walked into the suburbs of the city...
Which had been turned into a massive slave camp.
The massive camp was gated off and armed guards lined it completely. There was only one entrance, and it had massive turrets positioned on it. In the middle of the camp seemed to be a massive new building that flashed lights every second all around it.
That was all Lyn could see before the gate closed with the guards and prisoners inside.
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Edited by Stitch: 4/19/2017 2:01:24 AMLyn sighed at the sight of the camp. "F*ck me." She began to casually walk away and then started to run when far enough away to not be suspicious so she'd get to the bar in time.
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She finally reached the dingy looking bar with only a few minutes to spare. "Daves place." Was labelled our front, with a man as the logo who drank a massive keg of beer with one hand. The bar had no windows of any sort, so Lyn couldn't look in to begin with. By now, she had four minutes.
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Lyn walked in with a professionally faked look of confidence and a slight sway of the hips. She made her way to the bartender and sat on a stool. "Where can a girl get a Hennessy apple scotch around here?" She asked the bartender.
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The pub was rather large. The main floor had eight tables and the bar had four benches. There was a stair case that went up to a balcony that had more tables. But then Lyn realized her company. All of them. Armed men. They all had military grade machine guns, and they acted nonchalantly as the girl entered. They also were all wearing body armour. There were also men of a similar calibre on the balcony. The bartender had his back turned to Lyn. He seemed to be wiping something off the counter. He had white hair and he was rather large. "Hennessy doesn't make Scotch." The man said almost grimly.
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"Oh? A friend of mine recommended it. I was supposed to meet him here." [i]Lyn looked around a bit more.[/i] "I'm not exactly from here."
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 4/19/2017 2:47:03 AM"Looks like you're friend..." The bartender started as he turned around... To Lyn's horror. The man had had a pale edged face and brilliant blue eyes. His face was scarred, and his hair was pure white and shaved on its sides. "Made a TERRIBLE mistake." Faolin said as he wiped blood off of his fists. Lyn noticed he had been wiping bloodstains off of the counter, and that there was a corpse in the corner. A large man with a light white painted machine gun walked in front of the exit. He cocked the machine gun, and it was ready to fire.
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[i]Lyn looked at the guard, a terrified look on her face.[/i] "S-Sorry umm...I'm just an amatuer writer looking for a story. I-I don't mean to g-get into any conflict."
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"Oh?! That so?!" Faolin said to her with a chuckle. "Well why don't you sit down? I'll give you the exclusive of your career..." he told her as he walked around the bar. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and placed it on the counter and sat on a stool. He patted the seat next to him and indicated for her to sit.
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Edited by Stitch: 4/19/2017 2:34:53 AMLyn looked around, shaking in her seat before she switched to the seat beside Faolin. Her hands shook as pulled out her phone. "Th-Thank you, sir. Umm....You w-won't kill me, r-right? I-I m-mean no harm."
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 4/19/2017 2:36:31 AM"Mmmm. I bet you don't." He said as he snapped his fingers. One of his soldiers immediately brought two glasses over and poured two glasses. Faolin slid one of the glasses over to Lyn. "So. What's your name girl?" He asked Lyn. Though there was a sadistic grin on his face. [spoiler]RED ZONE[/spoiler]
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Edited by Stitch: 4/19/2017 2:37:06 AM"Rachel C-Crow...sir." Lyn gulped and kept her eyes fixed on the ground now.
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"Rachel Crow? Who're you a journalist for then eh?! Spit it out!" He demanded.
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Edited by Stitch: 4/19/2017 2:39:44 AM"I-I'm new! I said writer! Not journalist! I-I j-just..." She started to cry a little. "I-I w-work alone....I h-have a website...."
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"OH?! A WEBSITE?!" Faolin asked her. "What's it called? Eh? You didn't name it after yourself did ya?" He asked her.
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Edited by Stitch: 4/19/2017 2:55:53 AMShe cried a little more. "Rachel Crow's Adventures through the Unknown....W-Want me to bring it u-up?"
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"I can have one of my own bring it up. Don't you worry your pretty little head there." Faolin said as he drank. He yelled at one of the guards who sat down. "DAMIEN! SEARCH FOR THE DAMNED ARTICLE!" He yelled at him. The man was immediately on his phone and searching for hit. Faolin looked down at his knuckles and saw they were still bloody. "Ah, shit." He cursed. "Do you mind taking care of this, little bird?" He asked her as he handed her a white cloth that was stained in red. He held out his knuckle in his other hand as he grinned at her.
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Edited by Stitch: 4/19/2017 3:04:06 AMLyn almost gagged at the sight of the cloth and turned away. "P-Please...d-don't make me touch that..." The website was legit. Dozens of pictures and videos were on there with articles about all kinds of things from all kinds of places.
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"Ya, Shits real boss!" Damien said. Faolin raised an eyebrow of surprise at the comment, but he still had his question to Lyn. "C'mon, bird." He told her. "Clean. My. Hands. You want that exclusive don't you?"
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[i]Lyn squealed and nodded. She lightly grabbed the cloth and slowly and gently began to clean his knuckles.[/i] "O-Okay..."
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The cloth did nothing to clean his hands, both were dry. "Looks like you'll have to get the cloth a little wet." He said to her. The same sadistic grin remained on his face.
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"Wh-Where's a sink?" Lyn stood up on shaking legs and looked around.
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"Oh. You won't be using a sink. Spit on it." Faolin demanded.
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Edited by Stitch: 4/19/2017 3:13:54 AM"S-Spit?! Th-That's...." Lyn sighed and tried to spit on the cloth, but it was a weak spit and just ran down her chin. "...Ew..."
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"Now. Wipe." He said as he smashed his knuckles down on the bar.
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Edited by Stitch: 4/19/2017 3:17:11 AMLyn winced and wiped away at his hand. Her voice got quieter and more submissive sounding. "O-Okay..."
