*Snarls* No. I'm not going with you.
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Thread Topic: *Snarls* No. I'm not going with you.
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It doesn't bother me, I'm just guessing that if I make a chat thread it'll die too fast.
So bye in this thread I'mma go do that. -
52: Do I need to stress this again, Kid? You cant win. *opens coat, revealing two pistols, knives, and a folded down UMP*
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Mar: This isn't about you, whoever you are. It's about the freak here.
Shut. Up. At least I don't hunt others. -
52: *extends UMPs stock and puts the Zombie Stopper holograpic sight on the back of Mars head* Lone, any objections to turning her head to mush?
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I'm not in the mood. I'm in that hunting mood. *eyes glow redder*
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Mar: *Laughs* if you kill me, you'll have the whole government after you. And her.
Don't, please. I've already got enough people.like her after me.
Mar: And you're coming back. With me.
No. *Snarls again and ears appear on my head*
Mar: It's too easy. You're already losing control. -
Then I better run off and find my pack.
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52: *laughs* You think you scare me? I dont exist. I cant be hunted. One more solution, though.
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Mar: You tend to 'make friends only with other freaks, don't you? *Reaches into her pocket, taking out a silver disk* Remember these?
*Eyes widen* -
52: *adjusts aim and shoots the disk, shattering it* Oops.
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Mar: *Narrows eyes and Glares at him*I've got more. And why do you care what happens to her?
*Jumps away from the pieces of the disk, ears disappearing*
Mar: *Pulls another one out of her pocket and throws it at me*
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52: Theres a thing called friends, try it sometime. *reaims on her head* Now, stand down, or Ill put something on your mind you wont like.
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Mar: But she has no friends.
That's not true anymore. *Glances at 52 gratefully*
Mar: *Pulls out another disc and throws it, hitting me this time*
*Eyes widen again* Oh, no. *Passes out and curls into a fetal position*
Mar: You see, these discs have the ability to stimulate a.persons worst fears. *Disappears* -
52: Punk ass. *uses OPSAT to track Mar* I got her position, active tracking. *crouches beside Lone* Its okay, buddy.
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*Whimpers and curls into a tighter ball*
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