The Matrix
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In the peaceful scenery of the wild woods, there was a distinct roaring sound in the distance. Soon, it comes closer, and suddenly a motorcycle speeds through the dirt road in high speeds. It soon comes to a clearing, and screeches to a halt, skidding in the dirt and turning to the side. Once it halts, the driver, a tall young man dressed in leather biker attire, leans back, taking off his visor helmet, and looks around, sighing a bit. “Seems good ’nuff,” he smiles lightly and climbs off the motorcycle after killing the engine, and he looks around, seemingly waiting for something.
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Greenleaf was off in her own little place, within a tree and now looking down at a biker person. She lets out a loud sigh, checking to make sure her bow was secure on her back along with her quiver of arrows. Her clothing consisted of very lightweight things made of cloth and furs, her hair a forest green from a dye she had made herself. She slowly and sneakily climbs down the tree and then hops into a bush near the person, popping her head up and staring at him.
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The biker, named Dipstick, heard the rather loud sigh and looks over to where Greenleaf leaped down, not noticing her staring at him through the bush. “… Hello?” he calls out, “Who’s there?”
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The ranger draws back her bow and racks an arrow onto it, glaring at the person and saying back to him, “My name isn’t important. What are you doing here on these sacred grounds?”
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In a flash, Dipstick quickly pulls out his “Punisher” and aims toward the push, making out the face in the bush. “Well, maybe you should put down the bow first, and then we’ll talk..” he lightly frowns, “or we can Mexican Stand-off all day.”
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Greenleaf keeps the bow trained on the person, “Well it looks like we have a Hispanic stand off!” She says loudly, her aim trained on the person’s weapon… After a moment a tumbleweed blows by.
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“You mean a Latin American one,” He chuckles lightly, “You put your bow down.. and let’s talk.”
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“…” Greenleaf lowers her weapon and puts her arrow and bow back where they were. “Alright… What do you want then?”
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After a moment, he puts his pistol back, and smiles lightly, “Now, come out,” he gestures for her to come closer.
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Greenleaf slowly emerges from the bush she was hiding in, looking up at him as she crosses her arms. “Alright. Why are you here then?”
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“I’m here on mission,” he sighs lightly, “Jus’ routine checkpoint for a package. What are you doin’ here?” He raises an eyebrow to him.
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Greenleaf nods and pushes a box behind a tree with her foot, “Hunting. Mostly for trespassers. And good meats.”
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He spots the box and stares at Greenleaf, “Why is this place sacred ground?” He asks skeptically, “Who are you?”
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Greenleaf growls a bit at the biker, “It’s a sacred grounds! I’m not even sure why. I’ve been allowed to hunt here if I give half my share to the natives here…”
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“Natives, huh?” He clears his throat, pulling a hand up to his earpiece and tapping it, “Orange, do ya read? I’ve jus’ been informed that there are natives within the vicinity of my checkpoint. Permission to confirm?”