I wanna do a soap, but I don't know what.
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Thread Topic: I wanna do a soap, but I don't know what.
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ooops *Idiots.
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He smiled at the butler, his hand on his hip where his sword was. "Hello! I'm Kirito, and I'm a die hard fan of the mayor. Can I please get his autograph on my jacket?" The butler held back a sigh, starting to say, "He's not taking vis-" before his head got chopped off. He giggled like a child, wiping his sword clean.
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Once Benton was completely positive that the coast was clear, he emerged from the china case. He pulled his hood down, tightening his face cover, stepping through the mansion with ease. He remained cautious as he did this. He listened for any sounds that would tell him where the mayor was at the time.
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James stomped into the house, done with giving a single f---. The fatass didn't have security cameras, and the alarm was off whenever it was just him and his butler. Honestly, this would be a very simple job, as long as he didn't get caught. He walked into the kitchen, checking everything out. Ooh, a snack! He forgot about the mayor, diving for a bag of chips. The "sneaky" assassin began to eat them, a happy look on his face.
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Benton was actually quite startled when he heard the stomps. He mentally cursed, afraid that it was the mayor. He took out his Gerber Mark II and took a glance around. Using his speed, he sped up the stairs, only making noise when his boot squeaked, but even that wasn't totally loud, but audible if ou were paying attention.
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Even though he was munching away at the chips, he heard a boot squeak. Without another thought, he set the bag down, unsheathing his sword. He slowly made his way towards the area that the noise had come from. James was now extremely focused and prepared to cut a b----'s head off. When he made his way to the stairs, he saw a figure in black. It was too skinny to be the mayor. "Get down here, you little s---," he whispered, just loud enough for the other to hear.
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This caused him to stop and turn, utterly confused, yet on guard. He had his Gerber out in front of him. When he saw the person, he looked him up and down. "Who the f--- are you?" He questioned, whispering back. You have got to be kidding me.
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James kept the sword pointing out at the other male. "I'm an assassin and you're in my way. Please move out of my way before I decide to be mean and I chop your head off like I did to the lousy butler."
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Benton kind of just scoffed. "But, I am an assassin, as well. Where were you sent from?" He tilted his head, surprised at the meeting. He had thought that he would be alone. For a second, he considered that he was someone that he had not met, but was here to help. He scratched that idea when he used some sense.
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"...The Red Knights. My boss is the leader of the Red Knights. I'm assuming you were sent from another place?" James slowly relaxed his blade, a smile on his face. "Let me guess, your place has a cool name as well, right? It'd suck to be working under a gay name."
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Benton's face returned to the cold look that he usually had plastered on it. "Alright, that relieves me a bit, and I am from The Insidious. I suppose it is a somewhat 'cool' name." He shrugged boredly.
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"Well aren't you fancy! Don't you think that we could combine the names? The Insidious Knights. Sounds pretty cool, eh?" James chirped. He walked up to the other. "My name is James~! What's your name? What weapon do you use? I use my sword. I like to chop heads off. You're quite lucky I didn't cut yours off!"
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As it was in his nature, Benton grew incredibly annoyed with James. He rambled, "My name is Benton and I used a wide variety of knives and sometimes a gun and today I'm using a Gerber Mark II and blah f---ing blah." He gave a sarcastic smile. "We are here for a reason."
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(I CAN'T
I CAN'T RESPOND TO RANTS FAST ENOUGH /CRIES)
James's smile faded as he realized the guy wasn't as cheerful as him. A pout took over his face. "You're rude. I bet your boss doesn't like talking to you. I bet he hates your mean face." The assassin stormed past the other male, resisting the urge to stab him. "I call dibs on the fat guy. You should stay here and watch the professional work, Mr. Grumpy pants." -
(BBYZ YOU SHALL PREVAIL NEXT TIME)
Benton had no clue why, but he actually felt a twinge of regret for being so rude. "My apologies." He turned to look at him with an honest face of 'sorry'.
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