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"Relax. I'm not planning on dying anytime soon." He says, and walks over to a bar."
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[b]he chuckles[/b] "That's nice to know" [b]he gets up and follows you[/b]
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[b][i]He orders some rum, and starts drinking it. He orders some water for his dog, who pants happily.[/i][/b]
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[b]he takes of his helmet and pulls down his bandana revealing a scarred, handsome face with dark black hair, a mighty beard and green eyes[/b] "I'll have some bourbon, please"
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[b][i]Someone brings it to you, and Jakob keeps drinking.[/i][/b] "So where you from?"
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[b]He takes a gulp[/b] "Berlin, Germany. And you?"
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"Jamaica. Good ol down under." He says, laughing
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"Nice"
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"Damn it was hot down there. How do you guys handle the cold?"
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[b]he bursts out laughing [/b] "Hahaha, the beer helps"
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"True that." He says, laughing as weall
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"Heheh, you...i like you, yeah, you're nice"
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"Then I think you'd like most of us Jamaicans!" He says, laughing and falling backwards.
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"Hahaha, are you alright?" [b]he sticks his hand out to help you up[/b]
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[b][i]He accepts it.[/i][/b] "Yah I'm fine. It's just a floor. Bears are worse. Russians are dicks too." [spoiler]not really hating on Russians.[/spoiler]
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[b]he pulls you up[/b] "How so?"
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"I've got a messed up history. I can explain if you want."
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"It'll only make this fun evening longer so sure"
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[spoiler]just read my bio.[/spoiler] [b][i]He regales you with his history, explaining a few things like how people formed a dictatorship, and how he escaped once the project was done.[/i][/b] "I've seen messed up shit."
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"That's -blam!-ed up..."
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"Yep. But I never would have met him without it." He says, petting his dog
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[b]he smiles [/b] "That's cute"
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"Well, you might want to claim a bed in the dorm. I already got bottom right closest to the door." He says, getting up.
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"Could you lead me? I haven't been here that long"
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[b][i]He laughs,[/i][/b] "Sure, cmon." He says, walking out.