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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/19/2017 2:27:36 AM
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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..."
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He let Lyn wipe his knuckles. The blood seemed to rub into his hands rather then wash off now. But he let the girl continue to run across his knuckles. "So. Am I gunna be the one asking the questions here god damnit? Where's your own? You want this on your webbed site don't you?" He asked her rudely. She also noted he said "Webbed Site."
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"This isn't coming off..." She mumbled before she looked up again with a weak smile. "H-How's the empire doing?"
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"Outstanding." He answered briefly. "You'll have to wet that cloth again, girl." He told her.
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[i]She whimpered and spat on it again.[/i] "R-Really? Umm....M-May I ask what's going on here to help the empire?"
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"Oh. It's very simple. I brought in a big fu[i]c[/i]king army, and took over Yorktown in a week. Then I put those pretty little collars on just about everyone in town. Mm. Now that I think about it..." he started . He moved his bloody knuckle up to Lyn's neck and stroked it with the back of his hand. Blood stains were left on her throat as he did so. "You would look VERY nice with one of them yourself, I think."
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Edited by Stitch: 4/19/2017 3:59:22 AMHer eyes went wide and she smiled a little more to look more persuasive. Her hands gently held his hand. "R-Really? Because I th-think I look better this way. Y'know? I-I umm....So, how's the family? Uhh...I'd love to meet them all and interview them as well. Maybe w-we could all have some d-dinner and sit down? M-My treat?"
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His eyebrows went up as he nodded his head. "Ohhhhh. Your treat, huh?" He asked her as his hand moved up to her hair. His left arm was still on the bar, which meant his chest was exposed. A well placed dagger could've ended this bastards reign quickly....
