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10/3/2015 8:20:35 AM
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[b]He sighs deep, knowing he has to take a trek back. He begins to make his way to said bar[/b]
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[b]This woman sits in the bar drinking (with her large cannons retracted of course) While talking to another large robotic looking man.[/b]
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Edited by Dr.Trollbotnik: 10/3/2015 9:45:36 PM[b]He smiles slightly, making his way to the two. He takes off his beret and takes a seat right next to the two[/b] Bartender. Shot of whiskey, neat.
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[b]The two seem to be arguing.[/b]
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[b]He waits patiently, tapping the table. He pulls out a cigarette, patting his pockets for a lighter[/b] Shit.. Forgot my lighter.
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Edited by Murph Tha Smurf: 10/4/2015 4:03:27 AM[b]They finish talking and she slides one to you.[/b] "Here." *she speaks in a British accent*
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[b]He nods, getting it in time[/b] Thank you. [b]He lights the cigarette and takes a couple puffs [/b] You Minerva?
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"Yeah. And you?" *she drinks* "Not seen you around before."
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New to the ship. Names Adam. Adam Miller. [b]He takes off his beret and reaches his hand out to shake hers[/b]
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*she shakes it* "Welcome aboard I guess. Need as much help as we can get now, with our funds going down the tubes."
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Edited by Dr.Trollbotnik: 10/4/2015 4:34:41 AM[b]He smiles soft and nods[/b] Fate pulls us together.. [b]His drink arrives. He grabs the shot glass and gulps it down quick[/b]
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"So, what's your story?"
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My story? [b]He sighs and grits his teeth[/b] Well I was born in South Africa.. Under some some military group. I was raised in war basically. Became a child soldier.. [b]He shakes his head[/b]
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"Sorry to break it to you, but not much'll change here. Just as much fighting as any army, if not more."
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[b]He laughs[/b] Like I said, I'm a child of war.. [b]He ashes his cigarette[/b] See my beret? This symbol? It's the symbol of a rebel. Mauvais Chivens. I've spent my life fighting..
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"You'll fit in here."
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Edited by Dr.Trollbotnik: 10/4/2015 5:00:17 AMThen it's settled. Minerva. You need me or any of my men for deployment, I don't mind. I may be old but I can still handle a rifle just fine. [b]He smiles big[/b]
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"Think we're heading out for a mission tomorrow. See Ya there." *she walks off*
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[b]He puts his beret back on and walks off[/b]
