[center][b][i][color=f7976a]Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock - Floor 4 - Crew Quarters Access Hall[/color][/i][/b][/center]
[@Lennon79] [color=lightgray][i][b]'Well then... Since we're all going to be sleeping and dying together, how's about we toss out some names? Cameron Arkwright, ex-British Army. You boys done much Jaegering before?'[/b][/i][/color]

[color=f7976a]"Hi there Cam, mind if I call you Cam?"[/color] Bruiser said stepping forwards and reaching his hand out for his new colleague to shake, but not wanting to make the first move. People had told him in the past that his grip could break fingers, so these days he just let others do the gripping instead. [color=f7976a]"Name's Jack Murdock, but most just call me Bruiser. Used to be with the Met but turned my hand to Jaeger about a year back. Not seen any real action though, just riding an old can out near Australia."[/color] As he spoke Bruiser quickly brushed his hand over the front of his jumpsuit, cleaning away the crumbs from his quick breakfast.

[color=f7976a]"Any idea which machines they be assigning us to? I was hoping for something not to tricky, like a [i]Scarlet Knight[/i] done up for punching."[/color] He'd found in the testing during his recruitment that while his simple mind had the advantage of being able to drift with pretty much anyone, he also struggled when it came to some of the fancy tech the new models were sporting. He much preferred keeping things straightforward, and nothing said straightforward like a punch in the face.