[center][color=ed1c24][h2]Scott Riley[/h2][/color]
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[color=ed1c24]"This must be the right way..."[/color] Scott muttered to himself as he rounded the corner to the hall where his new bunk would be. Remembering his assigned room number, he could make a quick assessment of how far down the hall his room would be based on the number of the room closest to him. And, as he scanned the hall to find his room, he caught the glimpse of a troubadour entering what he determined to be the right room. At least, that's what he thought. He only caught a glimpse of her backside, after all. Then again, the backside was all he needed.

Re-focusing on the task at hand and combing his hand through his short red hair, Scott made his way after her and entered as she was finishing her story. Not soon enough to hear most of it, but from what he could pick up she was at least in a similar position as he; many of the fools once called his teammates had perished in the previous trials, but out of the survivors were a pair that had been separated into different squads, with Scott being one of them. [color=ed1c24]"Perhaps I can break the ice with our shared tragedy,"[/color] he thought to himself. [color=ed1c24]"Ladies love a sympathetic man in times of need!"[/color] If this attempt to swoon another woman went better than his previous one, then perhaps she won't ask to be assigned a different team in the next mission like the other survivor of his squad did.

Finally getting a good look into the room while Hiro introduced himself, he studied each person for just a moment, though spending a moment longer than necessary looking at the troubadour. Then, to his surprise, he encountered a face he had not seen in a while, and yet remembered it as though he had seen it yesterday. [color=ed1c24]"Well, if my eyes don't deceive me! Is that my green-clad companion, Mikhail? What are the odds of that!"[/color] he practically shouted as he dropped his baggage next to the door and rushed over to the dour man. Commencing a strong and hardy embrace, the armor they wore made clanks of various pitches that didn't quite seem to blend well together as they pierced the room's already stuffy air. [color=ed1c24]"Tell me, how have your fared so far?"[/color]