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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Nov 18, 2006 9:22:28 GMT -5
I put my fist through the punching bag. Emotions were still high, for me, anyway.
I was back after an evil stint and dead stint. Everyone was happy to see me back.
Well, nearly everyone. And the one that wasn't happy to see me was one of the most important people in my life. Jessy. My daughter. Foster, if you want to get technical, but, damn it, she was mine. And she wanted nothing to do with me. And since sundown was still a few hours away, I was taking apart the Dojo's punching bags.
But that didn't make the pain go away.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Nov 18, 2006 9:43:00 GMT -5
(((Rory)))
I shoved the man hole open, hoisting myself through the hole into the Dojo. Almost immediately the sounds of punching bags in pain arrested my attention. It didn't take me long to find out who was inflicting the pain and suprisingly, considering my general perceptiveness, it didn't take me that long to figure out why.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Nov 18, 2006 9:45:52 GMT -5
"Can I help you?" I asked, preparing a new bag. "Or have you come to take the bags place?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Nov 18, 2006 9:49:47 GMT -5
"Hey, hey there, I don't think you quite have the right to say that. I'm not the one who was most recently evil, was I?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Nov 18, 2006 9:53:53 GMT -5
"Maybe," I said. "but...you're the only other person here...right?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Nov 18, 2006 9:55:10 GMT -5
"You mean here? Yeah, just me."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Nov 18, 2006 10:00:56 GMT -5
"And here I am, kinda stressed."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Nov 18, 2006 10:05:48 GMT -5
"I think I see where this is going. But that won't happen, 'mate'. Understood?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Nov 18, 2006 10:13:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure, whatever," I said, turning back to the bag. "I went to see her."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Nov 18, 2006 10:15:53 GMT -5
"Of course you did. It's the sort of mind-blowingly stupid and idiotic kind of thing you would do."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Nov 18, 2006 10:20:49 GMT -5
"Ya mean like running?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Nov 18, 2006 10:22:02 GMT -5
"She still talks to me," I replied, slightly smugly.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Nov 18, 2006 10:25:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, i figured," I said. "me, she think i want to kill her," I leaned against teh bag. "Do you...have any idea how that feels..."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Nov 18, 2006 10:35:20 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah. After I tried to kill her."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Nov 18, 2006 10:39:35 GMT -5
"Yeah..." I chuckled dryly. "Guess you do. I just...thought I'd always be the one she'd go to, you know. the one she could trust. Guess...nothing forever, huh?"
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