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@ciignonero||Continued here

Jake stared at her direction, seeing that she had men behind her. Bodyguards, it made sense due to her status. How he heard about her was due to his own knowledge when he was serving the marines, he has a great memory of names when he went through the files back then.

“There isn’t any honor from being known by me. I’m just a run-away convict.”  

Though his mood turn bit more sour the moment he heard the title that she called him by. ‘Project X-7.’ Jake loathed the name, but he didn’t bother question why or how she knew that, especially in her position.

“Depends on the questions.” Jake briefly replied back at first. “Because I doubt you would get anything out of a former Marine.” Jake was easily on edge from the scenario he was put in. He was standing in front of a former Vice Admiral, a foe Jake would like to avoid conflict in possible, but he didn’t need to say that isn’t necessary to.

“You could of at least found us in a better location than this.”

≾ ❅ ≿               “ … Don’t worried about the questions. They are just simple. I know you have a great memory, specially for the ones with names, just like me. ”

                                           Claire spoke calmly, knowing she had a purpose in mind. He may even have recognized her or at least remembered her real name. But what few probably know was that she uses her power to overthrow those who have harmed her since the search for her mother's death. The Marine's dirty hands decided her fate for doing the right thing. And she will finish what she started.

                                            With a soft smile, Claire questioned Jake's speech. It was a very innocent speech to someone who at least knew her title or probably her name. The curtains he might have heard as rumor or as if it were a child's story about the Marine, are heavier and brutal. Things that he has lived, but that has something more that he hasn’t noticed. She approached him even more. She put her hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear in a serious tone.

≾ ❅ ≿               “ … And I doubt that you know enough about what really happen. Because for you, I’m alive, and for them, I’m a ghost, a dead person. ”

                                 She kept walking in the opposite direction to go where she could have a more private conversation. She paused for a few minutes to respond to the last speech and complaint.

   -goes to listen to the song- Hello, I’m good. Been trying to avoid tumblr (again) and failing (again). You?  

@projectjakekeir

                                       Claire heard rumors to the north that perhaps there was a person who had a certain relation with the World Governmentand the Marine. In the first moments, she didn’t believe much, since they were considered rumors, but with the cards being exposed in her table, she had the decision to continue.But she has to be careful, since she was dealing with someone who probably could recognize her.

                                      Her questions speak louder than her security, as if she wanted to keep the ego from revenge for those people corrupted by greed for power and status. Her choices would be to her consequences of what she has built up to this day, playing secretly against and in favor of the Marine. But the only way out of this game is to kill or be killed. And she know her answer.

                                     Following the coordinates given by her agents during the night, she found a city a little more abandoned during her last visits,along with the man who was gradually approaching, saying her long-time title: Black Swan.She was very impressed that he knew about her. She wondered if the person who passed the information was someone he knew or was himself. But she also knew about him.

   //YOURE SO GOOD FOR FIGURING IT OUT aaaah puns are difficult    

Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters    

                             The pains were unbearable, even if she wanted to help as much as possible so she wouldn’t move. But Claire couldn’t bear it, which was disturbing the doctor to give the assistance at that moment.It was difficult to control. At that moment, she regretted what she did for herself, because her choice affected many. Maybe she wasn’t found in time, the worst could happen.Her plans, her promises and her words would be dead. 

"Oh, God, you're bleeding. You're bleeding a lot."

"Stop squirming, I'm trying to help."

"Hang on, I got you."

"Just lean on me, I'll help you walk."

"We should get that looked at."

"Don't tilt your head back, you'll make your nosebleed worse!"

"Just sit up and breathe, ok?"

"Eh, you'll be fine. I think. Maybe."

"What ever you do, don't go to sleep. Stay awake."

"Oooooo. That looks painful."

"Oh, thank God! Don't scare me like that!"

"How the hell did you do this to yourself?"

"Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?"

"You stopped breathing."

"Oh look, it's alive."

"Take deep breaths, you'll be fine."

"Arms shouldn't move like that..."

"What happened to your leg?!"

"Yep, that's broken alright. How'd you manage that?"

"Here's some ice."

"You're welcome, by the way."

"Do you need an ice pack for that shiner?"

"Yeesh, you look like shit."

"Wait, you were mugged?!"

"Is that a stab/gunshot wound?"

"Ok, ew. I'm not cleaning that up."

"Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head."

"You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn't be moving arou d too much if I were you."

"We thought you were dead!"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?"

"Can you walk on your own?"

"You're getting blood on my clothes!"