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10/8/2015 11:19:02 PM
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You see JT and a man speaking. The man salutes and walks off.
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[b]She walks up to JT.[/b] You wanted to see me?
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Ah, yes. Just a few questions.
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And those would be?
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Any family? What do you specialize in? What equipment do you have? Lone wolf or teammates? Scientist or soldier?
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My family died when I was young. I specialize in persuasion, but I can sure as hell kill a man. I have a revolver with an ammo generator. And I'm a soldier.
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Interesting. Lone wolf of squad?
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Lone wolf.
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Alright. In your room, there is a dresser. In the drawer is a camouflage uniform. That is not required to be worn, but it signifies allegiance. Welcome, uh, never caught your name.
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Keri. Keri Jon.
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Alright Keri. Welcome to the military that pledges allegiance to no nation. Welcome, to the NWH
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[b]She smiles.[/b] It's nice to be here.
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Excellent. *a fire alarm goes off* Lunch. Care to accompany me?
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Sure. [b]She walks with you.[/b]
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So, how are the others treating you?
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Lots of smiles and looks. Don't get why. They can't see me through my mask.
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Well, I guess they just like seeing their numbers grow. Around here, it's like getting a new brother or sister.
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Heh. Just really used to people looking at me because they think I'm pretty.
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Well, you're wearing a mask. They can't tell.
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I meant my body.
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Well, I tend not to focus on that. *we arrive at the mess hall on 4th, and some soldiers beckon you over* well, I should be going. Have fun. *the soldiers seem keen on you arriving*
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[b]She walks over to the soldiers.[/b] Hey. I'm new.
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The female soldier in a tank top speaks up Another new person? JT just a keeps on recruiting. Names Diana. These two gents are David and Jeffrey.
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Hello. I'm Keri.
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David: so Keri, how'd JT get you in the cozy little family? Jeffrey: Dave, if we're a family, can you be the creepy uncle who visits once a year? David: ah, shut up. Diana: don't mind these two dumbasses. Here, take a seat. *she gestures toward a chair*
