December 3 2013, 6pm
I wonder how old everyone is on tumblr.. Put a | by your age.
December 3 2013, 4pm
The lift of her brow brought a grin to his lips, one that was touched with just a bit of sheepishness. If she had taken his comment the wrong way she was being rather calm about it. Good. Last thing he needed was to piss off the person that was supposed to be paying him and, most of all, keeping him free. He was still imprisoned, but at least this was just on paper.
The use of his certificate name had him grimacing softly but he didn’t correct her. Not yet, anyway. There were other things to focus on than a preferred moniker. His posture shifted slightly when she started looking through his documents, looking over the various stats over his last few years. His kill streaks weren’t the highest, but his captures perhaps made up for that. He was one to go around the action instead of diving right into it and becoming a focused target. His transfer wasn’t exactly on a positive note; in-fighting was highly frowned on and just in the last few months there’d been reports of his temper getting the best of him.
Setting his right ankle against his left knee, he idly began bouncing his foot to get rid of a bit of restlessness. And anxiousness. He curiously peered at the folder she held, wishing that he could look over her shoulder to see what she was reading. “Think you can get Broderick outta jail? That’d be a good way to assist me. He was a good frienda mine. Sure he did somethin’ stupid but… I mean shit, don’t we all?”
Tampering with respawn and killing a Sniper on a permanent basis wasn’t just ‘something stupid’, but that didn’t matter to him. As far as Johnny was concerned he was sure that the Industries believed them all to be expendable.
His record on the battlefield wasn’t smooth, yet then again nobody’s was perfect. Good on his feet, making up for his less than average kill status… “Hmmm…” Matilda hummed in thought. Johnny seemed like he would work best on a capture the flag map…
The scout mentioning his buddy in jail Matilda looked up at the other, her interest rising. “Did something stupid hmm? Mind sharing the details with me?”
December 3 2013, 12pm
"John. Never been much fer coffee, but I don’ dislike it." She looked around the office, her hands in her pockets.
"Well honey we don’t have to have coffee at all if that’s what you want." The administrator replied. "Nice to meet ya John, I’m Matilda Mama Mavric, but I’d prefer it if you called me Mama, or ma’am. That okay?"