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    1. Bayaz 8 yrs ago

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"Oi, Suzy!"
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"Wait! He isn't dead, Shia surprise! There's a gun to your head, and death in his eyes, but you can do Jiu Jitsu! Body Slam superstar Shia LaBeouf!"
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8 yrs ago
"No, it's a Pimp Named Slickback, it's like a Tribe Called Quest, you gotta say the whole thing!"
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8 yrs ago
I hate every person in the Rainbow Six Siege community, including myself.
8 yrs ago
Would you believe that I got lost in the desert for five months?
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@HaleyTheRandom

I've noticed your character is a bartender. If @Bayaz doesn't mind, you could also bump into Ashley and Connor.


Little late on that front, friend. Already done and confirmed. I'm damn proactive. Most of the time. Some of the time. Never, actually. This was a bit of a fluke, you see.

Conn McReid



"What kind of bar opens at ten-in-the-goddamn-morning?" Conn asked himself as he ran a hand through his hair. His dirty mirror showed him to be what he was. Tired. He'd slept in until ten, which is more than could be said for most of the working population of the Island, but he'd stayed up until four. Such was life. Stay up late, have a blast, wake up hating life, rinse and repeat. It suited him fine.

He threw on an old Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt from high school that was maybe just a bit too small. A pair of thrift-store jeans that were maybe a size too big, but well secured with a belt. A pair of new, but off-brand converse. He looked himself over in the mirror.

God, He thought, cringing. I look like a high schooler that's trying way too hard to be cool.

But he didn't change. Instead, he raced out of his apartment, once he'd seen the clock. The elevator was still out, as it had been for close to eight months. So, he bounded down the stairs, instead. He got to the front of the building, thanking God and his older brother's gym membership card that he wasn't out of breath yet. He scrambled to get the keys for his bike lock out of his pocket. Once he did, he swung his leg over the mountain bike and shoved the lock into his backpack. He pedaled as hard as he could, and arrived outside the bar in what must have been record time. He locked up his bike, turned on his heel, and threw open the door. He ran into the kitchen, tossed his backpack on the floor and pulled out his apron. Once he had that securely on, he clocked in, right as the clock struck ten.




"Order of chicken wings!" One of the waiters called back into the kitchen.

"On it!" Connor called back, gathering up everything he needed with a smile. Say one thing for Connor McReid, say he's a good cook. Within a few minutes, the chicken strips were done and plated. He walked out into the main part of the bar, and smiled wider when he saw who had ordered the chicken. He set it down in front of her. "Well, well. If it isn't my favorite local club singer." He grinned, toothily. "How we doing today, Ash?"
Post will be up today. I swear it by Bronze and Iron. I swear it by Earth and Water. I swear it by Ice and Fire. (That's how that goes, right?)

Jon Lastaire



Jon tried interjecting multiple times to answer her questions, but she seemed to follow up every question with another question.

"I-"

"Well-"

"Not-"

Finally, he gave up and just let her finish. When she appeared to be done, he chuckled a bit. "Jon. Jon Lastaire." He said, before pointing a thumb at his backpack. "There in the backpack is Jinn. He's a Ralts, and my starter. My uncle game him to me." Jinn cocked his head at the mention of his name before nodding at the girl. He shook her offered hand. "It's a pleasure." He turned back to the Pokedex. Finally, he found a button on the sighed and clicked it, beaming as the screen lit up. "Yes!" He said, smiling. He turned it back off and stowed it in the backpack with Jinn. "Are you from around here? This is my first day in town. I'm from way west, on a farm. Nowhere near anywhere on the map."




@Dusksong

Jon Lastaire



"I'd like one Pokedex, please." Jon said, nervously looking at his wallet. He'd come to the Pokemon center to ensure that Ralts got healed up, but he also needed a Pokedex. "How much is that going to run me?" He looked into the blank eyes of shopkeeper. He had never before met someone so bored.

"It's free, sir." She said, pulling a device out from under the counter and handing it to him.

"Woah. Really?"

"Every trainer is entitled to one."

"Sweet!" Then he looked at the device. It was entirely foreign. He had no idea how to even turn it on. "Excuse me, but how do yo-"

"Next!" She called, loudly. Jon sighed and got out of line. The Pokecenter was surprisingly empty, for as big a city as this was, but Jon had never seen so many people at once. He began to sweat nervously as he tried to figure out the contraption. Jinn poked his head out of Jon's backpack and began to inquisitively gaze at passers-by.




@Dusksong

Jon Lastaire



"Hm" Jon said as he came over the hill. Volatus City rose before him. It filled all of his vision. The buildings rose as high as he could crane his head back. It stretched as far he could see. The mountains were no boundary, either. Buildings coming from, or dug into the mountain sides and cliff faces. It was the greatest of mankind's achievements in the area, and Jon had longed to see it for years. Now that he was here, the words were hard to find. He just exhaled, smiling wide. "Some city, eh, Jinn?" He turned to his companion. The Ralts cocked his head inquisitively, before seeming to nod in agreement. He didn't know if the Pokemon was reading his thoughts and emotions, or if it actually understood his speech. He supposed it didn't matter.

He frowned. He could tell Jinn was tired, but he hadn't brought any Pokeballs along. Then, an idea came to him. He picked his companion up and placed him in his backpack, thankful that his uncle had chosen to give him such a small Pokemon. Then, he started towards where he thought the Pokemon Center was. He knew that he must look pretty strange. The boy in travel-stained clothes, carrying a Ralts in his backpack.

He also knew that he didn't really care.
Hm, we ready to start, then?

@Dusksong
@Dusksong Yo, yo! I don't know if you saw, but I got my character up.

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